Category: His

  • big enough to make me happy

    big enough to make me happy

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    I, as you may or may not know, have a penis. On the rare occasions that I am asked about the size of my funzone I always answer “It has always been big enough to make me happy” But it hasn’t been the easiest path to get to that place. It was my experience that…

  • Just a little bit of Misery

    Just a little bit of Misery

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    It is just a 13 inch piece of carbon fiber with  bit of fabric and some rubber caps to hold the cloth in place. It doesn’t look vicious, it doesn’t look dangerous. But it can bite and bite hard. I love it. I can carry it with me anywhere and no one even notices. I…

  • Mastermind

    Mastermind

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    I am not a mind reader, even though I pay close enough attention that at times it might seem like I am. This is a common theme in D/s relationships. I don’t need to tell him/her they just know! Often times I do just know but it never hurts to get confirmation. This avoids the…

  • Under Pressure, D/s and Stress

    Under Pressure, D/s and Stress

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    Sometimes I know what I am going to write for my next post. Sometimes I don’t, I wouldn’t say I stress about it, but it can be a struggle. Today has been one of those days, and I asked twitter what to write about. “Do doms need coffee to function? :P” was one suggestion and…

  • Call me maybe?

    Call me maybe?

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    At the close of yesterdays post Check Please I invited Essexlad to respond to my concerns via a Skype call. This morning I got an email from him agreeing to take part. With his permission I recorded our call with the understanding that it would be posted here unedited. We had a very long call…

  • Check Please

    Check Please

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    This is a post I shouldn’t write because it won’t do anything except maybe keep my head from exploding. But you know what? Fuck it, I am going to write on this topic anyway because I am damn tired of other men saying stupid ass shit and making ME look bad and I am going…

  • The Mask

    The Mask

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    We are all a mixture of what we actually are, what we wish we were and what we want people to think we are. How other people see us is a combination of all those things filtered through their perceptions and prejudices. Do we really know other people at all? (Why did I hear that…

  • The Test

    The Test

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    Yesterday I saw that some people had been taking the online BDSM test that has been floating around for a while. I had resisted taking this test for a long time because, well, I am not really a fan of the notion that a person can be quantified by answering some questions online. But I…

  • Punishment Time

    Punishment Time

    Mr Mann walked to the door of Abigail’s Cell, pulling off his belt as he stepped through the doorway. “Frankly Abigail, I am glad it is you, I have been looking forward to this ever since I grabbed you, and to be completely honest I prefer brunettes” “Fuck off you twat, I’m not taking any…

  • Winner and Loser

    Winner and Loser

    Abigail woke with a start wondering if she was still dreaming. Why couldn’t she move? Why was she cold and naked? The last thing she remembered was walking to school and that was it. She tried moving her arms and legs again to no avail, turning her head she could see that her wrists were…