Archive for the 'canes and caning' Category

Running away

July 16th, 2007

Puzzled, I watched the boy strapping up our mattress. In twelve months of creative fornication, he had never tied me up, except to cook the occasional dinner in handcuffs. It seemed a matter of both principle and no minor disinclination.
This rig was a recent gift, nothing more than four nylon straps with rings. […]

Documentation

May 3rd, 2007

Oh, the danger of webcams. Before I get into the shower today, I snapped a couple pictures of the bruises from California.
No one’s ever left bruises on me from modeling — not even “modeling”. I was thrilled! I love bruises. I get hot over ‘em. Thanks, guys.