Sep 292011

Long story short… I accidentally tied myself to the doorknob.   Today, I wanted to practice lacing my new corset in the hopes I could wear it for playtime this weekend. When I took it out, I realized the stupid sales girl forgot to put the directions in the bag. No big deal, I thought, it’s just some leather and laces–how difficult could it be? Now I know. It’s fucking difficult. After my first attempt, I ended up with one of the laces hanging so loose I could have tripped on it, and the other lace wrapped around my shoulder. … [read more]

Sep 192011
unfortunate typo in romance novel

Author Susan Andersen was shocked to find an unfortunate typographical error in her newly published romance novel, Baby, I’m Yours. The typo made her mild “erotica” a little more kinky than she intended. On page 293, it reads “He stiffened for a moment but then she felt his muscles loosen as he shitted on the ground.” The word was supposed to be “shifted.” According to The Guardian, Andersen is horrified, “I just cringe when I think of the readers who have read this.” unfortunate typo in romance novel was last modified: November 6th, 2012 by Dumb Domme

Sep 112011
first sex dream

I have no idea how old I was, but my first sex dream was about Leonardo from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.… [read more]

Sep 072011
the finger

J: What are you pointing at, Ma’am? Can I get you something? Anything? Me: I’m not pointing… I’m giving you the finger. Isn’t that obvious? J: I would never just assume that you’re giving me the finger. Me: Ummm… I think we may be having some communication issues here…   the finger was last modified: November 10th, 2012 by Dumb Domme

Sep 042011

As the first light of sun crept through the bedroom window, I heard the muffled knock of one knee on hardwood, and then the other, as J quietly knelt at the foot of my bed. Without opening my eyes, I smiled at the thought of him there, on his knees, waiting for me to wake, and I drifted back to sleep. I’m not sure how much time passed, but a few minutes later… J: [whispering] Ma’am. Ma’am? Are you asleep? Ma’am?  Me: [still half asleep] Yes… no… what? Are you okay? After playing, I’m often gripped by the fear that … [read more]