My Wild and Wonderful World of Erotic BDSM

  Suspension and Impact Play go together like peanut butter and chocolate. It's like having your own human pinata. What a way to create that helpless, out-of-control feeling, right? One of My subs begged to hang while he wore My marks, which is a perfect way to win My heart. The ones who suffer are My near and dear. I love to make guys blue; black and blue to pay their dues.  This guy took it a step further. He asked for Abrasion play. He wanted Me to beat him hard with a switch from My backyard. A thorny stick that made him scream while he hung from the ceiling until he creamed. The harder I hit, the more he was Lit but first I started with a bit of candle-waxing. I warmed him up with the color red while he twisted and turned, over-head. He breathed deep and sucked it up so I bopped him on his butt.  He was defenseless and he loved it. I could do anything to him that I wanted, though he could stop everything in an instant by using his safe word. Plus I could not violate ...

  My friend was getting married. She is part of My Coven, and as much as We teased her about giving into Conformity, We were not able to change her mind. I, personally, feel that marriage is an institution that's no longer necessary so I doubled My efforts to get My friend to reconsider. My friend would hear none of it, and insisted on pulling out all the stops. Her Mother wanted to give her the Moon, and My friend was more than happy to let her.  Since she craved all the conventions, the Coven decided to throw Our friend a bachelorette party at the local, Adult BDSM Club.  The owner of the club was known to have sexy, vampire good looks that drove women wild, and I heard that he is submissive. Most of the tourist ladies were looking for a hot Dom to one-night-stand with and he did not wear that Hat. On the other hand, he sounded perfect for Me so I pulled the Dominatrix card and claimed him upfront. I told the other Witches in My group that the club owner would be Mine. ...

  I've got a guy who works like a dog when he plays in My dungeon so I decided to make him act like one. I covered his head with a German shepherd mask and put a leash around his neck. I made him crawl across the floor and he panted with joy. No talking allowed. One bark for yes and two barks for no. That's the way communication would go. I don't want to hear what he has to say anyway. I dragged him into the playroom and ordered his ass across My spanking bench. I chained him to each leg of the bench and laughed at the picture he made, sprawled out with his balls dangling like a target. I started with My wooden paddle with the drilled-out hearts. I spanked his ass until it shined like a bright red Valentine. Marks that showed that he was mine. Impact play ruled the day, ramping up the adrenaline. That was My gift to him. Next, I tickled his skin with My dragon tail whip, then I really went at him and made him flip. He inhaled his taste of pain then My floggers made it rain....

  Once upon a time, the Lord of Darkness cast a Spell and forged an Angel from the Fires of Hell. He gave Her a smile as sweet as candy and a Sinister laugh that makes souls randy. She fell to Earth for Succubus Tricks and Does Her Work as a Dominatrix. She's Alive to punish your Sins. Take Her hand as the Fun begins. Bow to the Queen of Southern Style. Get on your knees for the Femdom Wild. When She ties you to Her bed and Sits Like a Throne upon your head, You'll think you drank from Heaven's Gate til you find it's way too Late. You're enthralled and Bound to Her. You're lost at sea, not who you were. Over and Over you scream Her Name til you drown in Holy Rain.  She'll plug your ass with pure Damnation and strip you Raw with Her Vibrations. Bend your mind and take Control. Pull your strings and Peg your hole. A Wicked Angel,  leads you through the Night Descending Angel,  Takes you to the Light Now you're chained to the Gates of Hell Owned by Her, you...

  He stretched out in bed to listen to Her podcast. That Southern Drawl that Captures All makes him feel like a living doll. There must be Enchantment in Her Words.  A Silent Song that defines his worth.  He swears She sings it just for him. A Hymn of Love that steals his Soul. He's lost at sea with No Control. When his Domme weaves Her Spell, he cannot Move. His thoughts dispel. Witchcraft Wonder underneath. A secret Meaning, he's Hers to Keep. He's Spellbound when She Speaks. You would think he'd fear this Tryst but to him, It's Magic's Kiss. He's locked down in Hypnotic Bliss. Time fades away and is Not Missed. Just Her Song. He lives for This. Through Her Words, his purpose Found. To Be Hers, a lover Bound.  Her Love Song, an Echo Still. When She sings he has No Will.  She's the One Thing in his Life. She commands him, Her Device. He's Her puppet. She pulls his strings. He waits for Her Mercy and the Passion She brings.