Kinky Stuff

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Day 1 – A Task

Feb 18, 2017 | Posted by in 2017 February PhotoFest, Kinky Stuff | 3

This edition of the 2017 February Photofest is brought to you by Viper – he gave me a task. The task didn’t involve me posting the picture(s), but I thought what the heck…it’ll be a surprise. My task was to choose one portable, discreet sex toy to take with me on a trip I am making this weekend, and then to use it at least once each day, sending him photographic evidence.  This is Day 1. Happy Tentacle Sex Toy Day! (I just made that up.)

The Long View

Here’s a better stripey sock image! Well, sort of a sock image. Mostly it’s of my bruised backside. <grin> This and tomorrow’s Sinful Sunday image, and then I swear, I’ll find some different socks!  Click the image below to see who all is joining in the Photo fun!

More Stick

Feb 1, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 0

It was a day of carrot and stick. Before there was the stick, there was a lot of carrot. I was working from home due to icy conditions and crutches not being the best of friends, and V decided to orchestrate a remote play date with a series of challenges. At completion of each, there was the potential for an orgasm (or several) depending on the challenge. My kind of challenges! Except the the first involved ice. <cue a pouting Jade> He’s been teasing me about playing with ice and snow and cold for awhile now; he has a thing for it. I do not. And in fact have been quite vocal about it for some time. “Not a spider,” he always says, referring to his contention that I have one hard limit, and that is spiders – anything else is, well, “not a spider,” and fair game. Not true,Read more …

Carrot & Stick

Jan 17, 2017 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 4

Viper rules mostly with the carrot; occasionally with the stick. I need them both. We were texting back and forth yesterday. I have a standing rule, I am to ask for permission before I do a particular thing. … Okay, I’ll stop being coy, it’s peeing. I have to ask for permission before I pee. I don’t know why it embarrasses me to admit, but it does. But I love that he has and wants that kind of control over even such a mundane activity. Anyway, the rule has been, ask in text (or Slack, or FB messenger) and wait 15 minutes. If he has not replied back with the affirmative by 15 minutes, I am free to go. But with my semi-disability while I recuperate from surgery, he has given me dispensation to go when I have to even if he doesn’t reply back, or even if I don’tRead more …

What She Deserves

Oct 15, 2016 | Posted by in Fictions, Kink of the Week, Kinky Stuff | 6

From her place on the floor, kneeling, head bowed, Marianne heard the front door open and then shut with a sharp click. She couldn’t help but think that even the sound of the door shutting sounded ominous. It had been a long time since she had been in trouble, and Master was particularly displeased with her this time. She heard the sound of his shoes on the hardwood floor of the hallway, heard him pause in the doorway. She wanted to look up at him, to gauge his temperament, but she remained on her knees, eyes to the floor. She heard him cross the room, finally stopping in front of her, the gleam of his well-polished shoes a testament to her good behavior in other areas of her submission. I can polish a shoe like a pro! she thought. But she couldn’t keep her hands away from herself day inRead more …

Kneel

Sep 25, 2016 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff, Memes & Prompts, Sinful Sunday | 18

“Kneel. Spread your legs. Now touch yourself. … What do you want? Say the words.” No… “Say them. Tell me what you want.” Please… “Please what? Say it–” No…please… “Please… Please, Daddy, may I come?”  

Morning Drive

Sep 23, 2016 | Posted by in Kinky Stuff | 8

(This morning.) Him: Are you in traffic? Me: (wondering why he wants a traffic report) A little bit, but mostly it’s moving along well… Him: Good. Hike your skirt up over your thighs. Me: Um. Okay… Him: Now put your fingers in your pussy and keep them there until you arrive at work or I tell you otherwise. Me: (realization dawning) Umph. (Some time later.) Me: Um. There’s a bus next to me. The driver can look down and see that my skirt is hiked up! Him: Are you at a stoplight? Me: Yes. I’m holding my arm across my lap so she can’t see what I’m doing! But I can’t take my hand away from my pussy because she’ll see me move it and know what I’m doing! Him: Good. I haven’t told you to stop – so you shouldn’t be moving your hand anyway. Keep it up, kitty.Read more …