The table is firm underneath my naked body, the silk placed upon it cooling my flushed body. Hands above my head, legs apart as commanded, I feel vulnerable and truly exposed, able to be taken, driven by curiosity to continue this experience. “Tie the blindfold carefully, so she cannot see, then you have permission to touch her, Haley, but not with your hands,” Mistress declares. My body clenches in anticipation. What wil...

I have been suspended here for some time now. The chains securing the cuffs to my ankles and wrists ensure that I am vulnerable, displayed and available. I transfer my weight from one side to the other, able to move just a little and ease the tension. My nipples continue to throb from the recent piercing, but it is the memory of the warm mouth upon my body and the probing into my lips that is foremost in mind. Will I be p...

It is silent now, in this room where I am suspended. All I can sense is the breeze that gusts now and again through the sheer curtains and cools my skin, creating waves of goosebumps on my body. Are these little shivers revealing my anticipation at what may be ahead? I come to realise that once again I am being taught a lesson: patience and how to listen to the heightened awareness of my desires, needs and sensations. My...

My awareness is so heightened, each sound amplified, each touch so intense. Parts of my body are being touched. I feel the skin of another brushing against mine, sometimes fleeting, sometimes lingering just a little longer. I try to identify the touch - one moment it feels like the soft skin beneath my wrists is being stoked, another moment I wonder if perhaps a breast being pressed into my back, nipples hardening? I moan...

With my back straight, I wait. The leather gradually warms against my stocking-clad thighs, my skin notes where the lace tops end and my bare skin begins.Only a little light manages to get past the blindfold, at the sides and the bottom, and I can't help but turn my head a little to see if I can still observe anything in the room, through the very slight crack of light.Without sight, I feel my senses heightened. I feel ev...

THE TASK: Imagine a large empty room in a large 18th Century mansion. The walls clad in panels of alternating black velvet and antique grey mirror. Grey stained herringbone pattern oak floor, the ceiling decorated with ornate plaster mouldings.The room is mostly empty except for one large white leather armchair, centrered on a wall, mirror behind, opposite a pair of narrow central doors and to either side of the arm-chair...

Looking out my large picture window, waiting, wondering why that damn limo isn't here yet. Laughing at myself for being anxious, maybe even a little nervous. After all, I've known Stacey for almost five years! We have liked, we have loved, we have fought and made up. We have done everything a real-life couple has done, except... We, of course, have never actually met. We have never held hands, hugged, kissed or physically...

***Princess T***  I spit and struggle, my limbs aching from the tight bonds, made tighter by the cruel slavers. They repaid my escape attempts and struggles with a vicious beating, leaving me tender and weak. The narrow confines below deck are cramped, and I can hear the creaking of wood and the calls of sailors. I know I am far from the beloved mountains and forests of my home."Quit yer fighting, whore. You are bound to...