This D/s Life

Category: His

  • Hot Under the Collar

    Hot Under the Collar

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    I know this is not the post you were looking for today. I am sorry about that, a combination of circumstances have caused me to fall behind in my ongoing tale. I hope you can find it within your heart to excuse this unplanned diversion (detour for the murricans) from your regularly scheduled program. As…

  • Induction

    Induction

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    He sat calmly and patiently with only thoughts of the work to come. He had done this many times before, in the beginning he read the rules from a leather bound notebook that contained all that was to come, but after so many sessions he knew what had to happen by heart. They would wake,…

  • Reception

    Reception

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    Continued from The Grey Man The building had been empty for nearly a decade, the victim of a changing economy and a shortsighted borough council who would rather let an employer vacate to Wales rather than update a building to save hundreds of jobs. Now the formerly busy productive factory just sits and rots, or…

  • The Grey Man

    The Grey Man

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    “If only there were a better way” He thought to himself as he pulled the supple leather gloves over his hands. “So many of them don’t work out, you never know how they will take to it, no matter how long you watch” He whistled to himself as he gathered the needed supplies and put…

  • It’s all for the Breasts

    It’s all for the Breasts

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    Molly has a very lovely bruise on her bottom from our play last weekend. Seeing it this morning inspired lustful thoughts and so after our coffee and a bacon sarnie for her I decided that more was required. Recently we had to replace our oven and needed an actual flashlight (torch for you Brits) and…

  • Point of View

    Point of View

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    I was told that I was terrifying over the weekend and that always surprises me, but it got me thinking about perception and more precisely how I perceive other people in the D/s life and maybe just a little bit of how I might be perceived. It all comes down your your point of view.…

  • When I think about you

    When I think about you

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    … you touch yourself. I love watching women make themselves come. In fact when she comes back downstairs I am going to tell her to lay on the sofa and play with her cunt. I can see it now, she will watch my face as she spreads her legs and shows me her cunt. I…

  • Breakfast Club

    Breakfast Club

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    Once upon a time in a land far away (both in distance and time) from now, there was a young man. That young man found himself cast adrift in the world and completely on his own. With no money and no place to call home this young man did what he had to do to…

  • Men of a Certain Age

    Men of a Certain Age

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    I am a bit older than Molly. She seems to to take great delight when I talk about the year that I graduated High School in telling me that she was six. Or that the year that I lost my virginity she was two. Something about the fact that I am older seems to work…

  • Ain’t that a Shame

    Ain’t that a Shame

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    I can’t stand Kim Kardashian, really, not one little bit. I have no idea why she is famous and why anyone pays any attention to her at all. But here I am writing a post to defend her. Not only to defend her but to wonder  what happened to P!nk, someone who I do respect…