A Masochistic Lesbian Slave
Previous Post | Next Post I have always been interested in crotch rope predicaments. So much so that it’s one of the few things my ex and I actively pursued even though we barely ended up doing anything kinky. Last year before December I made my own crotch rope predicament by lacing the rope around the rail in my wardrobe and locked myself in place Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post (Please keep in mind that this post was written a full year ago before the time of publishing.) After getting off the train, home and upstairs, Lois asked me to turn on the webcam and to check what was in the room. I was visiting my dad so I didn’t have a lot of toys with me. In the meantime, Continue Reading →
Previous Task | Next Task “Capture the pain somehow of having clamps on your labia, this can be a photo or video.” I hate clamps. Yes, I like pain so it’s a bit of a love-hate relationship but let me repeat myself: I hate clamps! Or, at the very least I hate these clamps, the binder clips and have since the very first time Lois Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next post For a long while, I didn’t care much about having orgasms. They were sort of nice, but not so nice that I wanted to have them all the time. In fact, it kind of took a lot of effort to get there. Using vibrators helped, but even then, I didn’t feel like the effort was worth those few seconds of Continue Reading →
Previous task | Next task “Put on your favourite underwear, doesn’t matter whether it’s ugly or pretty, dig out your tiger balm and apply a small amount to your clit. Take a picture, get creative.” Tiger balm! It’s been a while. I wondered what my favourite underwear was. My entire drawer is very boring and consists only of black thongs (2 white and 2 red Continue Reading →
Miss Lois: “Be careful with the sauce. You have tried it earlier so you know.”
I mean… I guess I knew but I was also very naive and just not really there with my brain? All I knew is that I wanted to please her and that probably meant using more sauce rather than less. Continue Reading →
Miss Lois often surprised me with the ideas she came up with, or the tools she managed to find when I wasn’t at my home where I have my toys. It wasn’t any different when she asked me if my mum had any tiger balm at home. In my memory, tiger balm had always been something for muscle pain. I had no idea why she wanted me to get that… Continue Reading →