Fire & Ice

Down. Down. Down. The industrial sparse warehouse-feel offered no cushion for the easily intimidated. The harsh walls and uncarpeted stairs seemed to grab ahold and strip you of your vanilla masks the further you walked down to the club's interior entrance. Down. Down. Down. Toward one the Devil's many earth-bound lairs hidden in the city, Paddles. Every stair step lowered us closer toward the what would be my truth, His, and Ours. After years of waiting, I'd finally know if some of what I'd always suspected about myself was real. We'd both know if this was truly a beginning of a long exploration or just a short thrill ride. Neither of us seemed to hold any doubt, but as the saying goes...Action speaks louder than words. Words alone are nothing more than empty promises and more often than not mirages of misdirection. With my head high, clad in four-inch heels (Yes, that made me 6' 3" lol), fishnet suspenders, and a very short dress with a

My journey over the last twelve months began with much quiet introspection as I packed up the pieces I had accumulated from the last long arduous road I'd traversed and cleansed my mind, body, and soul in preparation for my new path.  I didn't rush myself.  I took the time to recover.  I let go of my pain and my anger, so that my next steps would be sure, precise, and confident in 2017. I have been soooooo blessed this year.  Every step has been met with overall positive experiences.  Of course I've occasionally stepped in muck or stumbled or needed to climb an obstacle in the road or found myself shoo'ing away a skunk, but none of those moments have taken away from all that I've learned and experienced or the AMAZING people I've met and grown fond of on my journey.  The people...they have been the richest most rewarding aspect, and I am grateful for every moment they have shared with me.  However, it is time to pause for a moment and take stock of how fa

Every Sunday He prays for forgiveness. Of me. His Jezebel whore. For the nasty hedonistic things we do together. For the depraved divine passions we indulge. For the vicious dark beasts we free from our immoral souls. Naked and entangled. Our sweat mingles as our anointed skin ignites. Morality and responsibilities cease to exist. Groans, sighs, moans, cries become a hymn of gluttony to the gods. I wonder...does He stand in the pew and fight a heavy erection from the memories of our ritual sin? My pleasure and pain are His psalms. I willingly sacrifice myself to His dark demands. He confesses to His disciples. They fight and forfeit to the hardening desires. Then plead for mercy. He is my Angel of Darkness that rises above me. He is my glorious King who lets me drink His hot communion. He is my Almighty as I cum in reverent bliss. He is my Savior when I shattered beneath Him. Sacrilegious sex and BDSM are my chosen religion. I am a whorish goddess. My whi

( Part I - If you missed it.) Ten minutes later I stood in front of Him in just a towel. He'd spilled the contents of our toy bag across the bed. I also noticed a few other additions that must have come from His luggage.  By the looks of things it was going to be a long, hard night.  I smiled softly. His hand ripped the tucked corner of my towel, and I was once again nude. He slapped both tits and then worried my nipple until I cried out from the pain.  "I'll tell you if and when you can cover up. Any other time I want to see the flesh I own. Understood?" My cunt clenched at His words, and my submission dropped another few levels. He'd never been so demanding. "Yes, Sir." "Go stand in front of the mirror. Bend over the dresser. Show me dat ass." I obeyed. Before my breasts even touched the top of the dresser, His bare hand landed on my ass with a vicious smack that left me gasping for breath and my eyes tearing. "I promise.  I

It was our third trip upstate. We were in the running for a large scale implementation, and later in the  afternoon we had our the last presentation to company...to the extremely low profile elusive CEO. We were prepped and ready.  I loved our overnight trips. Once business was handled, they gave us our best chance to explore and indulge our darkest sides. Last time I'd left the state capital black and blue. ~sigh~ We'd arrived at Noon but thankfully had an early check-in to our suite. He'd spent the drive playing with my nipples and fingering my sloppy wet pussy. My thighs were slicker than hot grease. I'm pretty sure the valet had had no doubt how lovely our drive had been. The scent of sex in the car was unmistakable, and my hard nipples and the prominent ridge beneath His pressed trousers were also dead giveaways. lol I rolled my overnight bag next to the dresser and dropped my laptop bag. The unmistakable lock to the hotel door sent a shiver of promise up my

Last week was rough. Professionally. Personally. Emotionally. Mentally. By Friday afternoon the worst of my stressors were lifted, but sheer exhaustion had a bone deep hold. Ironically, at least four different conversations during the week were discussions about how my friends were taking time out for themselves. My own imminent need for that dogged me, but the venues where everyone else were seeking their peace and tranquility weren't an option for me in any way. Friday evening, He came. We talked for hours. I wasn't in the best headspace by any means. Despite my mood He still made me laugh and smile at times. I tried to explain my challenges. We made halting progress. He was reassuring.  I was frustrated. But then there were these quiet moments where I felt almost a sense of peace begin to descend. When He brushed against my hungry nipples...when His hand slipped up my inner thigh in comfort. ~sigh~ I didn't let myself get distracted. I should have.   My bo

We'd barely said more than hello, but His dick had brushed the back of my hand in the elevator and was rock hard and hungry. If we'd been alone for more than one floor it may have been in my mouth. It had been nearly two weeks since we'd seen each other and three since we'd been alone. The door shut easily, and instantly His mood subtly shifted. In less than thirty seconds the flogger was in His hand. "Get on the bed on all fours, and don't move," he said simply. His tone - so practical and neutral - gave little warning about what might come, but His intent was sharp and focused. At the moment I was His single desire, and I had His complete attention. My brows lifted in curiosity, and with no questions I obeyed. Knees together. My ankles tight at the fall of the bed. My palms pressing into the soft silky texture of my grey top throw. I waited without any expectation. At some point - I don't know when, though I understand why - I gave up anticipating H