Toy Story….

Toy Story

“Are you comfortable, baby-girl?”

She wiggled on the bed and tested the thigh sling holding her legs spread wide. “Yes Sir, I’m fine. But you can tighten the straps some more if you want to pull my knees back farther.”

“That’s an excellent idea.” He adjusted the straps, pulling her knees almost to her chest. “How does that feel now? Are the ropes on your wrist too tight?

The ropes binding her arms to the bedposts were tight, but she needed the pain to distract her, otherwise the game would be over too soon. With her legs spread wide, her arms bound and a blindfold covering her eyes, she was completely vulnerable, totally exposed, and accessible for her-Sir’s enjoyment. How delicious.

“I’m ready, my-Sir. Let the game begin.”

Fire exploded between her legs before the sound of the slap reached her ears. “I’ll decide when the game begins, Princess. To remind you, once the game begins, you will have to guess what toy or implement I’ve used on your body. There will be five objects and you will have three guesses for each. If you guess all five toys or implements correctly, I will allow you to come. If you miss just one, you will receive our previously agreed upon punishment…and no orgasm.” He pressed two fingers into the wetness of her hot sheath and she moaned. “Understood?”

Her abdomen clenched with tingling anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good-girl. There is one more caveat to the game. If you climax before I give you permission, the game is over – you lose.”

She sucked down a calming breath. “Yes, Sir.”

“OK, let’s begin.”

She jerked in the sling when something wet lashed her clit. Coarse stubble rasped her skin and her breath caught in her throat.

“Tongue, that’s your tongue.”

“Excellent, My-slut.”

Pleasure and pain closed around her pebbled nipple. “Nipple clamps, Sir.” Her nipples, an autobahn express to her pussy, practically sighed with pleasure.

“Oooh,” popped out of her mouth when a ribbed object breached her rosebud. “Butt-plug, Sir.”

“Brava baby-girl, that’s three – just two more to go.”

An all too familiar buzzing sound filled the room, just before the vibrations in her cunt sent pleasure rippling through her entire body.

“Wand, magic wand,” she gasped.

“Yes, now one more to go.” The buzzing grew louder and the vibrations stronger. He’d upped the wand’s speed – evil man.

Pleasure spikes pricked her arm. “Needles.”

“No.” The vibration grew stronger.

Barbs of pain stabbed her thighs. “Pinwheel, Sir.”

“No baby-girl, you have one more guess.” The vibrations grew stronger.

Her impending orgasm crested and she hovered on the edge. Prickly heat erupted wherever the stinging darts touched. She bit her lip and focused on the repeated tiny nips from whatever toy or implement Sir used all over her body.

Implement? Could it be?

“Fork, it’s a fucking fork.”

“Good-girl.” Sir climbed between her legs and the air rushed from her lungs when he slammed his cock deep inside her. “Now – come for Me.”

© 2015 Will LaForge

This story first appeared in the Hot-Off Erotica Tournament as my semi-finals submission for a story to be written in 500 words using the keyword prompt – ‘Fork’.



It’s NOT Selfish To Love Yourself…

Love Thy Self

I ran across the following ‘Twenty Signs It’s Time to Let Go and Move On’ – posted on Facebook a couple of months ago. I’ve held off on sharing these tidbits of wisdom until now, because I thought the beginning of a New Year would be an appropriate time to make a blog post about life-changes. In 2014 I lost two dear friends, one died suddenly and one walked out of my life. I miss them both every day. I’ve also had a ‘few’ other life affirming changes in my life in 2014 – some good and some not so good. So today I’m feeling a tad melancholy, but still over-the-top optimistic and hopeful for a kick-ass 2015.

These 20 Signs are not my personal thoughts, but a number of them do resonate with me. There was no attribution attached to the list when I found it, so the author is Unknown. I hope someone will read these points and make positive changes in their lives in 2015.

20 Signs It’s Time To Let Go And Move On

To avoid the toxic outburst of staying in situations that no longer serve you, ask yourself if any of the following 20 signs apply:

1. When your thoughts go to memories more than the present.

2. When the situation causes you more pain than joy.

3. When you expect, hope and plead for the person, place or situation to change.

4. When you become complacent, bored or resentful.

5. When the pattern persists even though you tried to fix it.

6. When you feel alone, unheard or disrespected.

7. When the situation is holding you back from growing and being who you want to be.

8. When you stay, hoping and expecting things to get better.

9. When you cry more than you laugh and love.

10. When you feel exhausted emotionally, spiritually and physically.

11. When you have lost your passion and joy.

12. When your core beliefs and values have changed and you sacrifice who you are.

13. When you stop having fun.

14. When you fear this is the best it will be.

15. When you force a smile to mask the pain.

16. When you lose who you are and stop dreaming.

17. When you hold on out of fear of the unknown.

18. When you sense you are holding onto something meant to be let go.

19. When the thought of being free of the situation feels expansive.

20. When you believe in a better life for yourself.
© Author Unknown



An inspiring blog post for anyone currently in the D/s lifestyle or considering whether D/s is right for them. This is an excellent blog with great information on various aspects of BDSM and D/s. I strongly recommend it.


UnknownI realize that most of my postings have been about some form of BDSM or another – from training, to spankings, to discipline, and the joys of sex. Sometimes; however, we often associate a D/s dynamic with fast and hard things – even as we realize the sexual and spiritual union that is deepened through it. But we don’t often talk about it.

Over the next few posts, I want to explore this.

Most couples who have been together a while often complain about their sexuality. It’s become routine. It’s not new, or fresh. It has dissipated to mean intercourse only – and that only happens every now and then. They don’t feel alive. The sex is predictable and boring.

While these are many of the reasons why people begin to explore outside of their relationship, they are also many of the reasons why they turn to each other and…

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A submissive Through the Looking Glass….(For the Dominant, Part 1)

I found this to be a very enlightening post filled with informative insights from both the Dominant’s and the submissive’s perspective.

One Slaves Perspective

For the Dominant, the following is a little insight into the submissive mind….

She wants to feel like she comes first in your life.  As a submissive, I want to feel like I come first in my Master’s life.  I know that sounds contrary to what many people think the M/s dynamic is but hear me out.  I am expected to put my Master’s needs before my own.  He comes first in all things.  I get His drink before I get my own, at the dinner table I don’t start eating until He does, when others give me a choice for something I must first think of what Master would have me do and what would please Him the most before I give my answer, etc. It is my job to focus on His wants and needs, sexually, physically, and mentally, and to ensure they are all satisfied.  If…

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Would You Believe…??

Would You Believe

“Hold on a minute please,” Kheyenne said.

Khy sighed and put down the phone. Pain shot through her mouth as she bit her bottom lip and rolled her eyes. His words intrigued her and set her imagination on fire, but it was the way his lyrical voice caressed her soul that made her entire body ache.

No, she didn’t believe…not quite or not yet. However, she wanted to believe, desperately needed to believe that someone could care for her – flaws and all, but still…the demon of self-doubt was a tough foe to defeat. She poured another glass of wine and took a slow sip. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She put the phone back to her ear. “Okay Sir Vincent,” she said. “Tell me more, you have piqued my interest and…My-desire.”


© 2014 Will LaForge