unspeakable acts

February 4, 2018

It was her obvious vulnerability that attracted such unspeakable acts of sadism from the men surrounding her.

Getting rough during sex

December 17, 2017

what comes next

“Hit me,” said Elaine.

I thought I hadn’t heard her right.

“Hit me,” she repeated. I stopped in mid-stroke.

She might as well have said the sheets were on fire. My penis slithered out of her like a clubbed snake.

Rolling off her, I stared at the cracked plaster and wondered why ceilings weren’t routinely decorated with some groin-enlivening mural – Delacroix’s Rape of the Sabines, maybe, or some nice nineteenth century Japanese porn – something to provide spent males, or prematurely limp ones, some focus for contemplation other than their own untimely detumescence.

“Why did you say that?”

“That was Little Elaine.”

“Oh, Christ, not that inner child crap.”

I flopped onto my side, willing myself not to say anything else. I mean, I loved this woman. Even if I’d only known her for a few months, I loved her passion and her energy and the way she craved sex like some kind of cock-junkie, but sometimes her incessant psycho-babble, pop-psychology, Survivors of Shitty Childhoods Anonymous, or whatever crap the shrinks on the bestseller list were hyping these days, really got old.

After all, nobody has a perfect childhood, right? But you grow up and you forget about the bike you didn’t get for Christmas or the dog that got hit by a car. You get down to the business of being a grown-up and you leave your childhood behind.

I stole a glance at Elaine. She appeared to be meditating on the area between her eyebrows.

“I asked you to hit me.”

“That doesn’t turn me on. I care about you. I want to kiss you and caress you.”

“You don’t get it, do you?”

“Evidently not. Care to enlighten me?”

“I don’t want you to hurt me. Getting rough during sex doesn’t have to mean anything sexist or sinister. It just adds to the rush, like going over the top of a rollercoaster. My therapist says it’s really Little Elaine, my inner child, who wants to be slapped. Little Elaine grew up with lots of yelling and screaming and hitting. She’s addicted to chaos.”

Lucy Taylor
Things of which we do not speak

must be vulnerable to me

August 12, 2017

Most men are very comfortable ‘giving’ me their bodies to play with and use. And yes, I like that. I love that. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I want to crack open your emotions, your pride, your sense of self. I want to take that from you, too.

I will find your emotional insecurities and use them to highlight the power exchange between us, to show you that you can and – because you have to let go and fall in order to know what it’s like to feel me catch you.

And yes…You will love me for it.

Ms Kay
The Femdomdiary


March 18, 2017

When you start liking pain things start to get interesting.

Jenny Holzer
Inflammatory Essays


May 23, 2015