Tag: conditioning

  • Your Weakness

    “No excuses. You know better.” “Do I?” you say before you can stop yourself. I grin. “Do you need a reminder?” Over my knee, you grab onto my ankle. Silky nylon. A moment of softness before my hand meets your skin. Hot and stinging. You reach your hand back, without thinking. I grip your wrist…

  • Stockholm Syndrome

    The sound of the door knob turning makes you twitch in arousal. You wish it wasn’t this way. Nothing you can do now. Next comes the swish of my nylons as I cross the room. “Drooling yet?” Nylon meets your knee. Its almost enough. You’re that desperate. I unlock your hands. You rest them in…

  • NEVER CHANGE

    How many times have you deleted everything, in the hope of starting new? Life as someone without a fetish. And yet…where do you find yourself, almost immediately?  When they say hard-wired for discipline, is this what they mean? A masochist with something to prove? What is it, exactly, that you think you were made for?…

  • NOTHING SCARES YOU LIKE A REAL IDEA

    I know what it’s like. When you decide enough is enough. Time to raise the bar. I’ve found life is always better on the other side. High standards. According to whom? I already knew. Asking for what you want, means knowing what you want in the first place. It’s the only way you’ll ever get…

  • DO YOU BELIEVE?

    You’re beginning to understand, aren’t you? Close your eyes and feel the teeth of the machine. Don’t you want out? Don’t you want more? Why is it, do you think, you’ve spent your life daydreaming? What is it you really desire, and, can you trust the source? Where did it all come from? Don’t be…

  • WHAT REVEALS YOU IS WHAT YOU TRY AND HIDE AWAY

    You always find me at your most desperate. So vulnerable. And horny. What exactly are you trying to accomplish? What purpose does it serve to bother me under the dark moon? You’ll regret it. But I guess for you, that’s half the fun. That’s what’s in it for me: the pain. What do you do…

  • AND THEN YOU SAY PLEASE

    I’m no stranger to discipline. I’ve always been happy to lend a firm hand to my friends that are bottoms when they need accountability (and a watchful eye) to achieve their goals. This is how they feel seen and loved, and sometimes caring for them means a blistered bottom and time for contemplation in the…