This story by huny is used on the Old Tom Archive with permission.
As instructed by my Master, i have written a piece about the past year in my life, the changes brought about by my submission in this Real time relationship. Our intention was to post it in SSS. However, due to the flaming that continues there, i am reluctant to spill something so personal out where ill-minded and mean spirited people lurk. i also do not wish to be challenged about my feelings or views. i am not an authority on anything or anyone but myself. But i do wish to share as does He. i love the conversation sparked by such revelations.
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A year ago, a lifetime ago We placed our hearts in each other’s hands and entrusted each other to care for, nurture, and heal the mangled organ we each held. Mine now only aches with love and passion and I look and see that Yours beats strong also. We did good, Master. We found the right One this time. We fit together walking. (more…)
This story by babalon is used on the Old Tom Archive with permission.
hi sweetie -
we went to a great party last night -
it was at a gay couple’s house — leaders of the men’s leather community here in the cities. it was a fund raiser for the International Fantasy Weekend and they have a huge awesome house. it’s kinda like ours only bigger with an attic dungeon that’s outfitted with all sorts of fun stations. because of the fund raiser it was being promoted to the pansexual crowd and we showed up and well, showed ‘em how it’s done. (more…)
This story by Michele (Bookbabe) is used on the Old Tom Archive with permission.
Mmmmmn mmmmmn mmmmmn. I’ve had my post-caning nap and lolled in bed and had a bit of sustenance and read the NG and written some e-mail and I’m still buzzing and humming from the cane.
(I tend to write and speak in run-on sentences when I’m still bliss-y).
Canes have always scared me, and I’d always thought they were a hard limit for me; I’d seen some caning videos that scared the bejeezus out of me, and figured they were too severe, that they’d send me zooming outside my pain threshold.
Wrong. One good thing I learned today is that it’s possible to play moderately with a cane.
Not that they still don’t scare me, but it’s a good kind of scared– the kind that gets me wet. That’s a tension I like playing with, getting to the point where I’m losing control and feeling messy and struggling to breathe and so afraid of the next stroke of a toy but wanting it so much. (more…)
This poem by LadieJJ is used on the Old Tom Archive with permission.
My curiosity over took me
And I knew I had to ask
Luckily you were happy to oblige
To make the unknown, known to me
To help me ease my fears
The more we talked, the more I knew
I had made the right choice (more…)
Thanks to “Fifty Shades of Grey,” the crop has become rather popular in the bedroom!
Here’s a riding crop from JT’s Stockroom (the link opens in a new window for you). Here are some quirts from TexomaWhips. JT’s Stockroom (now simply called The Stockroom) is one of my favorite providers of inexpensive but high quality bondage equipment. I have no relationship to TexomaWhips, but their photos look great!
A quirt is relatively short. Roughly half is handle, and half is the whip. The handle might be wooden, or might be leather and flexible. A quirt has two or three relatively wide blades. The ones I have seen have all been rawhide.
With a quirt, the whole thing is flexible and floppy. A riding crop, by comparison, is stiff. (more…)
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