Church is the floor she kneels on

I try not to overthink our weekly ritual. Church, we call it, is our Saturday night impact play session. I’ve been guiding my submissive through weekly mindfulness exercises involving spanking for well over a year now. The purpose of “Church” is to give us a calm and safe place to exercise our desire to engage…

A note from the Editor: 11/16/2018

I recently published my first post on this blog with a promise I’d get into a deeper introduction later. Pull up a chair, it’s later. Nikki, my fiancee and submissive, has done a top-notch job running this blog without me. She doesn’t need my direction. That’s not what I’m here for. What I am here…

A deliciously dirty birthday

She wiped a stray dribble of his fluids back into her mouth with her finger, and grinned to herself. She would take this over coffee to start a morning any day.

A Dominant philosophy: Be like water

Some seven years ago I became the dominant partner in a monogamous 24/7 D/s BDSM relationship. I can sum up every bit of wisdom I’ve gained in the time since in three simple words, originally uttered by Bruce Lee: be like water. My earliest fear was failing as a dominant. I worried I didn’t understand…

🖤Naughty Art🖤

My goodness it has been a sexy November so far, and it isn’t even Thanksgiving yet! Here is some of what we have been doing lately!

Wicked Wednesday – Control

    “I find few more satisfying exhibitions of power and control than deliberately creating desire…” -Rika      

TMI Tuesday – November 13, 2018

1. Name 3 things that most excite your imagination when you imagine doing them? (I know TMI Tuesday blog is number one, so name three other things  😀 ). Moving. We are planning a big, international move next year and the possibilities of not living here in the midwest is nothing short of thrilling to me. Doing…


  “Would she ever dare tell him that no pleasure, no joy, no figment of her imagination could ever compete with the happiness she felt at the way he used her with such utter freedom, at the notion that he could do anything with her, that there was no limit, no restriction in the manner…

The discomfort of confession

I was way more in touch with my pussy than I was with my emotions when we began, so we started there. Beginning with the physical vulnerability, which I found easier, inevitably helped break through years of emotional walls and distortions I constructed out of self-preservation.