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Bad Things

Sitting here, alone, thinking bad things. Thinking really bad things…

Thinking of your hand around my neck, pulling my hair, slapping me, pinching me.

Thinking of your mouth kissing me, licking me, biting me.

Thinking of your words, berating me, humiliating me.

Thinking of your cock, gagging me, fucking me, sodomizing me.

Thinking of the pegs, the tails, that hardwood paddle.

Thinking of the clamps, the wheel, those vampire gloves.

Thinking of you watching me, with others, men, and women.

Thinking of being bound, punished, tortured.

It’s the bad things I love so much.

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This is a continuation of the Life With Victor (LWV) series. You can catch up here if you have not been following along.


I love you baby. Everything is going to be ok. I am here, I have you, I won’t ever let you go. It’s ok baby. Let it out, let it go. I’m here…

And he was there, every moment of every day. He even took time from work so I wouldn’t be alone. I honestly didn’t even realize, I was so caught up in my own little world, processing my thoughts, emotions. It is funny, in a really not so funny kind of way, how things from so long ago can affect one so deeply. It shook me to my core.

I don’t know how long we were there, in that field, me crashing and him supporting me while I did. The rain, unnoticed, had started at some point and had drenched us both. There are fuzzy memories of him leading me back to the rental house, undressing me, bathing me, and putting me to bed. There may have been some aspirin involved, or a sleeping aid of some sort, I don’t quite recall.

The next week would be filled with little more than fuzzy memories. Even the weeks at home following it were little more than what amounted to sleep walking, going through the motions. He went back to work and eventually, so had I.

We still hadn’t talked about it, but I knew. I knew ending up there was no coincidence. I never talked about my Mother, rarely ever speak of my family at all. How did he know that was the place? I had never told him about it, had I? Yet somehow, he knew not only the place but that I needed it. I needed to remember that moment, to bring it to the now, to let it go. It had been such a burden on my soul. It’s one of those things you don’t even realize until you actually do something about it. I was thankful he had led me there, still, I was pained.

When Victor came home from work today I greeted him with a cool drink, a hot meal, and a kiss. The first I had initiated since that day. He looked at me, concern still present, searching my face, my eyes, to see what was going on inside. I could see the question in his eyes, he wasn’t sure if I had begun to move forward or back to denial. He should have known denial was no longer an option. I smiled and nodded, my eyes closing for the briefest moment, and in that moment I was relieved of all the pain, the angst, the questions, the weight that had held me down for so long. It was magic. When I opened my eyes again I saw in him the recognition of that, the relief that spread almost instantly across his face.

He leaned down and kissed me gently, tentatively, still unsure if he should press further. I realized then just how hard it had been for him, watching me suffer and struggle and not being able to help in the ways he was used to. He could not force me to process more quickly. He could not beat it out of me. He could not control any of it. He was left helpless, at my mercy. Knowing he was doing what was best for me in the long term had left him in complete turmoil and unknown standing in the short term. How could I have not noticed? How could I have not seen the pain my pain was causing him?


I moved into him, into that safe warm place under his chin and against his chest. I held him. I squeezed him. I stroked him. I told him I loved him. I thanked him for doing that for me, for releasing me from a past that held me back for far too long. I told him it was the most loving, unselfish thing anyone had ever done for me. I told him I would never, could never, leave him. I told him he had my heart, that I was his alone and always would me.

He told me that he loved me more than he ever thought possible to love another human being. He told me that he would always do what was best for me. He told me I was forever his and he would be forever mine. We belong to each other, he said. Then he led me by the hand upstairs to our room and we made love, gently, tenderly, as if for the first time. There were no commands, no toys, no whips or gags or binding. There was no protocol, no Master, no little whore. There was just us.

I know no other way than this:
where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
~ Pablo Neruda


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Flash Fiction Prompt – June 21 Peek/Peak

This is my first attempt at Flash Fiction Friday. Since I am quickly writing this on my phone I hope I manage to follow all the rules. It is a continuation of my last Wicked Wednesday post, Perfect Spring Day.

So, here we go….

Keywords: Peek/Peak (must use both)

Word Length: 200
(exactly 200 or spankings will be issued)

Forbidden words: Chipotle, Asparagus, & Chilly

Bonus Words: if you write two versions, you can make them 250 words each.


I turned to peek around the tree and saw him walking on, seemingly oblivious to his actions of a few moments ago. He called for me to get a move on, he was hungry. I shook my head, trying to get back from that head space he had just brought me to, pulled up my pants, smoothed my shirt, and continued.

As we came into the clearing by the river, the peak of Volu Mount appeared to the south. It reminded me of my own peaks when aroused, and with the fuck Victor had just given me mine were aching for attention. I wanted more, but would I get it? Today? Tonight? When would he use me like that again?

Not knowing kept me in a state of constant arousal through the rest of our hike. Even on the ride back he acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had occured. Damn, I was a wreck! Every time he came near me I would jump. Not from fear, but from a heightened sense of anticipation. Every inch of me was aroused.

Then, at the dinner table, he peered up from behind his fork full of roast beast and I knew.


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The rain through the night had caused me to sleep like a baby. Peaceful and content. I was glad to see it had eased off in the early morning though. Victor and I had planned on going for a hike around the escarpment and it wouldn’t be as fun if it were wet and rainy. I could see myself slipping and sliding on the wet path. I wasn’t the most eloquent under the best of circumstances. I could fall over my own two feet given half a chance, and I was given many chances.

After the rain subsided the sun made a brilliant debut and things began to dry out. We packed up the jeep and hit the road. It was a beautiful morning. The sun sent the remaining clouds away and the stifling heat of the summer was still long ahead of us. The trees were showing off their beautiful blossoms and vibrant shades of green were emerging after a long dormant winter. A perfect spring day.

Arriving at the head of the escarpment just after eight, there was only one other vehicle in the lot ahead of us. Surprising for this time of year. It isn’t usually as packed as during the hot July days when people come in droves to enjoy an afternoon under the forests protective canopy, but it is still generally a busy place. Maybe the earlier rain had kept them away. I wasn’t complaining.

We grabbed our packs and headed out. The trails weren’t bad at all. With the foliage just sprouting on the trees the canopy was not nearly as thick as it would soon become. It still kept the trails well protected from the rain. Rays of sunshine seeped through casting light and shadow amongst the trees, highlighting some trillium that were just blooming. It was nice to be able to take our time and enjoy the scenery, the sights and sounds, without a lot of interference from other hikers.


As we made our way through the trails I could feel the heat rising. Not from the sun, but from inside of me. I could feel the anticipation building as Victor casually touched me, hands lightly placed on hips to help hold me steady during the climbs. His sweet little kisses and hand taking mine, telling me it was time to move along after stopping to observe several deer grazing close to the trail. We continued on, doing our little dance, playing our own little cat and mouse game that we both knew would have a certain end.

More than an hour later, as we were nearing the suspension bridge, the tension reached it’s breaking point. The game was over and the cat finally pounced on the mouse. Before I even realized what was happening Victor had me, back up against a tree, pants down past my knees, his fingers fucking my cunt and his mouth devouring me.

He knows my body so well. Within moments I was writhing, moaning, barely supressing screams of pleasure, succumbing to his touch with a rolling orgasm that did not want to end. I was peaking again and again as he continued his assault. When I thought I could bear no more, when I thought I would surely pass out, he stopped.

A breath.

Two breaths.

He kissed me then, soft and tender, a gentleness in his touch that belied the force with which he entered me next. A scream tried to escape as his cock rammed into me but his hand was quick to stifle it.

No, he said, you will be quiet. His mouth now up to my ear, growling at me… You will be quiet you little whore. You will be quiet while I fuck you, use you. You are mine, I own you. You know this. Don’t you forget it, you little whore… as he continued fucking me hard, primal, like an animal, until he pushed one last time and came with a force so strong I thought he might just collapse himself.

A breath.

Two breaths.

His hand released me. He stepped back, pulled up his own jeans, buckled his belt, and started back along the path.

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My mind, as A would say, is wrinkled. It’s been that way for the past few days so writing is just not happening. I didn’t even get to posting last week. This morning I had surgery to remove a large tumor from one of my breasts, so today my mind is much more than just a little wrinkled. At least I am not completely out of it on pain meds. Since I don’t take medications at all normally, the extra strength Tylenol (along with the bag of frozen peas) is doing a good job of keeping the pain under control. I hope to be back next week, but in the meantime please welcome A back for his take on change.


Boy to Man
by A

take me from boring vanilla
and throw me into the world of kink
that boring life was for the boy
this change is for the man I am becoming

I used to think that vanilla was all there was
you’ve helped me find the courage
to make the change
to make me whole
a man

chains, pegs, whips, kink
all still so new to me
but the change is exciting
now I feel I can thrive
this is who I want to be
who I am

thank you for showing me
the change that is possible
for promising to be there
to show me
to teach me

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