Lying down on the table I can feel the sting of the welts on my ass, as I was given several severe blows with that punishment whip. He can see the discomfort in my face and my squirming around trying to find a less painful spot. “On your side slave, the right one there are no marks there and it will be more comfortable for you.” I turn to my right side and he was right--much better. I still have said nothing at all since my removal from the suspension. “Slave, you haven’t spoken to me.” ...
My Masters Dungeon I found myself on the way to the dungeon, of course following my Masters orders and directions, this isn't the first time I had been to his location. Dressed in a cobalt blue corset that come just above my nipples and a skirt that has been fitted to hips, with my black and silver heals, making the silver clasps stand out on my corset. Driving in the rain on a pitch-black night, being glad it wasn't a long drive. I arrive ...
I like to remain mysterious. I am a sexy beautiful woman. Yet still fragile, in many ways. I really like it here, in the library. I have meet many people and learned a lot. I do like to follow my re-awakened passion for writing stories. I refuse to judge anyone by the outside appearance. My life has been full of pain, it's only made me stronger and maybe even harder to accept what some say easily.