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Molly wrote about a Fucktoy Friday Task she was given a while back that involved purchasing an item at a local hardware store and using it to make herself cum. You can read about her task and how she completed it HERE.

There are plenty of things that can be perverted at stores like Home Depot. The challenge is to think outside of the box, to bypass the obvious choices. What are obvious choices? I would think screwdrivers and the like with nice round handles would be rather obvious and expected. One of the things I purchase at my local hardware store are little rubber o-rings. They work great on the nipples. You can see them in a previous post HERE.

Then at a recent Munch one of the men brought in a package of clothes pegs he had picked up at a dollar store. They were big and clumsy, and the grip wasn’t great, but the thought behind them was good. The partner he had planned on using them on was new to kink and had never tried clamps of any sort before. He didn’t want to start her out with something that was too much for her and give her a bad experience.

This made me wonder what I could find at a dollar store. It is a great place to start rather than spending a lot of money on items you may not enjoy enough to spend that kind of money on. A few bucks at a dollar store and you can try a variety of items and figure out which are worth investing good money in.

Yesterday I went to the Dollar Tree down the street for the Dollar Store Challenge. There were a ton of items you could have some kinky fun with. I won’t post all the pictures but trust me, there were a lot more than what I am posting. I’ve grouped the items by category although you can use some of the items in different ways, or ways that could fall into more than one category.

Go out to one of your local stores and see what you can find to play with.

Which one of these do you think I purchased for myself?

Impact Play:


rulers, for the scholarly


do you like to get paddled?


for the “little” girl


cat toy is actually a bamboo cane in disguise


Sensation Play:


toothpaste (the mint kind)


a cheap sewing tool, similar to a Wartenberg Wheel

Wax Play:

Insertable Sensations:


pop in the freezer for added sensation


a unique sensation to be full of marbles


Binding & CBT:


tie those puppies up or make your own flogger




a leather “Princess” collar

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MKINYK. My kink is not your kink. Most people say it the other way, your kink is not my kink, or YKINMK. I say mine isn’t yours because mine is what I know about. I don’t know what your kink is. Maybe it is my kink, but likely it isn’t because you’ve never mentioned it to me or taken any interest in mine. Well, in some of mine. You’re probably all about some of them, since many are, but because they are so common place it isn’t really much topic for discussion either.

Is there a point when a kink becomes vanilla? There must be. I mean, some people consider having sex in any position other than missionary kinky. I used to think doggy style was uber kinky (yeah, I was young and naïve ok, give me a break). Now it’s just another position. I used to never suck cock. Never. Ever. I know, you’re shocked. It’s ok, I do it during most sexual encounters now a days. It is quite rare for me not to actually. So although I did consider it a kink at one time I don’t anymore. Don’t get me wrong, it excites the hell out of me, but it isn’t something I would consider a kink. To me it is basically a vanilla activity. I can kink it up though. I can use my fingers, tongue, teeth, even fruit, to add to the basic blowjob technique. You’ve never tried fruit? Come over I’ll demonstrate some time.

Some people consider anal sex to be a kink, either wanting to give it or receive it. Taboo might be another word used to describe it. Although many people do it, there is still a vast majority of people who won’t, or do but just won’t admit it. I quite enjoy it but I don’t do it all the time. For me it is a kink. It isn’t the idea of a nice hard cock in my ass that’s the kinky part. It’s the moment of penetration, the first deep push, when the pain mingles with the pleasure. That’s the kink factor for me, that I love those moments.

My biggest kink, you ask? I’m not sure, probably wax play. I know this isn’t your kink, otherwise you would have obliged me by now. It isn’t something the majority do and there is a pain factor to it. A hot,IMG_4152 soothing, exciting pain. It is definitely a kink of mine. My multitude of pictures with wax dripping over various parts of my body would attest to that. It is also something I have a hard time finding a partner for. Some of the kinkiest of men still seem to have issue with pouring hot wax on me. If finding a partner is such a difficult task its got to be a kink.

Kink is like anything else. Religion, politics, the meaning of life, how you get the caramel inside the Caramilk bar. If we all had the same opinions and experiences what would there be to discuss or learn? I enjoy a good flogging but it isn’t a kink of mine, not yet. I could take it or leave it. It hasn’t sent me to subspace, or even got me close. I actually find myself thinking all sort of odd things when I am being flogged. It’s not my kink but it is a kink of many of my friends. It is a kink of the man who’s flogged me. I like watching him show others techniques to be better at flogging. I like watching someone get flogged. I like learning the differences between floggers and whips and the materials they can be made of. These things interest me and I wouldn’t have known anything about them if it wasn’t for somebody else’s kink.

Being dominant is far from being my kink. A strong, capable Dom is super sexy to me. Sub or slave men are something I don’t quite understand as I consider my role to be the submissive. I was at a party a while back that catered to submissive men. It was interesting to see the variations of their kinks and their submissive or slave natures. At one point two of them were told to worship my feet. It felt nice, but I couldn’t get over the fact that they were kneeling at my feet, massaging and licking, and asking if they were pleasing Mistress. I am no Mistress. That part of it made me feel uncomfortable. Daddy (not my Daddy, I don’t have one) came over and asked me if I would like to fuck one of them. No, was my quick response. Later when he asked me why I had to admit that I like big Domly men and that man isn’t one. He is a nice enough guy, but that just isn’t my kink. It’s fine for him and the women who like it, it just isn’t for me.

MKINYK, YKINMK, and thank heavens it’s not! We’d be a very dull bunch if we all liked the same things now wouldn’t we? Imagine going out to a party where everyone wanted to be bent over a spanking stool. Who would spank them? We’d all be there lining up to be the one getting spanked!



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“If I could take away his pain… If there was a way to transfer it from his soul onto mine. I would take it. Without hesitation I would take it all. Maybe that’s how you know you love someone. When you actually feel each tear they cry as if they were your own. When you feel each cut, each bruise, each hit as if you’re the one suffering.”
~ Rachel Van Dyken, Toxic


A final look at the bruising that came after last week’s play at the dungeon. You can see other pictures here.

Sinful Sunday

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I had a great session on the spanking bench Saturday night. I was nervous at first, being in the middle of the dungeon with a lot of people around, but Daddy has a great way of connecting and comforting you before he plays. When I finally knelt and lay across the bench my rear end was naked and eager. I quickly forgot about everyone else there.


I had mentioned to him how I was kind of disappointed there were no marks after the last flogging so he didn’t do his usual warm up on me. He started off with a beautiful long suede flogger then came another, and another, gradually getting harder as he went along.


Next came the cane, the crop, his bare hand, and the vampire gloves. My ass was left hot and blushing, my head light and happy.


A day later and the bruising started. A little tender but not too bad. An Epsom salts bath and some recovery cream were in order.


Another day and the bruises are growing. I find the little spots from the vampire gloves quite exquisite, like freckles across my skin.


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Catching the signal from one of her friends, Angela brushed her skirt, took a deep breath, and walked towards where he was sitting. She was trying not to let her nerves get the best of her, though difficult it was. This was a big opportunity and she didn’t want to blow it. Darnell, the man she was meeting, was in town for a conference and looking for some company for the weekend. She had never done this before but several of her friends had and they said it was easy money. She enjoyed sex didn’t she? Why not get paid well to have it?

He stood up to greet her with a handshake and a kiss on her cheek, then helped her into a seat adjacent to his. “Would you care for a drink, my dear? A glass of wine maybe?”

“A glass of wine would be nice, thank you. Chardonnay, please.”

They sat and chatted a little. She was beginning to relax and feel at ease with Darnell. He really was quite charming and easy to like. Another drink before they headed up to his room.

Angela had never stayed at such a posh hotel before, even the carpet beneath her feet felt softer than the old mattress in her dorm room. The bed was big and lush with white linens accented in navy. A half a dozen pillows were stacked across the head of the bed and the spread was pulled down on one side. Obviously the hotel knew he was alone, or assumed he was since he alone was registered. This thought suddenly made her nervous. If anything happened to her here nobody would ever know. Then she realized Tamera would know as she was the one who arranged this.

“Were you told what to expect from me this evening?”

“Yes sir, I was informed you were into spanking or whips or something.” She felt a fool as she stammered through the words.

He chuckled slightly. “That’s good, calling me Sir. I expect that to be the protocol for the rest of the weekend. As for spanking or whips or something, yes, I do enjoy spanking young women. I do use other implements at times, but for this evening I will stick to using my bare hand. Now, please strip down to your undergarments and kneel here beside the bed while I go relieve myself. You may use a pillow should you find the floor too hard.”

She did as he requested, thankful that she had worn matching bra and panties this evening. Classic pink lace with little bows at the hips and between the cups of the bra. Very girly she thought, wondering if he would like. She knelt on the floor without a pillow, still amazed by how soft it was beneath her.

When Darnell returned to the room he went over to Angela and rubbed her shoulders. A small gesture to help relax and put her at ease. He knew this was her first time and did not want it to be a bad experience for her. “You are going to feel the warmth of my touch and the heat of my hand. You are going to like it, but you will not cum. You will pay attention to what I am doing, to how it affects you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I won’t hurt you. Yes, you will feel pain but it will be a good pain, a pain that will also bring pleasure with it. Don’t fight it, just relax and go with it. If you feel like it is getting to be too much, if I am hitting too hard or you aren’t comfortable for any reason say broccoli. If you say broccoli I will stop.

“Can’t I just say no, or stop?”

“Not tonight, not here with me. I am accustomed to women saying no when they don’t really mean no, when they want to put up a fight but are actually enjoying the scene. Broccoli is what we would call a safe word. It does not fit in with the context of the scene. If you say broccoli I know you truly want to stop.”

“Do you always use broccoli as your safe word?”

“Not always, it depends on the person and the scene. Is there another word you would prefer?”

“No. Broccoli. Got it.” She could feel his eyes on her, sense his disapproval. “No Sir, broccoli is a good word. If I want things to stop I will say broccoli. It is the only word that will end things.”

“Thank you, now stand up sweet girl and come over here.” He led her over to the foot of the bed and had her lean over onto the bed with her pink lace clad derrière offered up to him. He began by lightly rubbing it… then a smack, not too hard… rubbing to sooth the skin… another smack… more rubbing. He would break her in slowly. They had plenty of time.


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In Possession Of ~ Katie

Please welcome back the lovely and talented Katie with her second guest post.

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03:00 am was a strange hour to be making a trip into the police station. Dianne could only think of one good reason why Officer Knaps was summoning her. Someone had obviously found her purse and personal belongings. She just moved to the small country town a few weeks ago and had already run into trouble. She slipped into a simple black dress, no need for stockings at this hour, and headed out. Not a soul was on the roads at this forsaken hour. She did not like being summoned at this hour but liked the small town community. With a population of just 460 everyone knew and watched out for each other. Family was of the utmost importance and everyone was considered family. They rolled up the sidewalks precisely at 6 pm and the town was shut down for the night, everything except for the police station it seemed.

Pulling into the station Dianne glanced at the one lone cruiser in the parking lot. She was always fascinated with the law. Her heart skipped a beat as the handsome officer greeted her at the door. Officer Knaps introduced himself while taking hold of her arm and guiding her in. He locked the door behind them. Dianne’s thoughts went wild seeing this handsome man in full uniform, in control. He was well built and at least six foot tall. Lean, mean and total sex machine, came the uncontrollable thoughts in her head.

“Are you ok Miss,” he questioned.

She hadn’t realized she was day dreaming until she was suddenly snapped back to reality. “I’m sorry officer, what were you saying?”

“I read your report on the lost items and I would like you to come and identify something. I am sure you would be interested in what has shown up,” he remarked.

He guided her down the hallway and proceeded to unlock the room at the back of the station. Dianne thought this was kind of odd but followed regardless, he was an officer afterall. The light was turned on and only a chair and a padded bench occupied the room. She turned around upon hearing the click of the door locking. Officer Knaps raised his eyebrows and grinned. As he offered her the chair she felt her legs tremble and her palms begin to sweat. She hadn’t done a thing wrong but couldn’t help feeling guilty for some reason. After eyeing her from head to toe officer Knaps approached and circled the chair. In one swoop he clasped her wrist and brought it behind the chair. She felt the cold metal cuff holding her captive. With the another quick move he had her other wrist cuffed and secured behind her.

“What the hell is the meaning of this” she demanded.

“You have such a dirty mouth, girl. I’ll have to do something about that before we continue.” He reached into his pocket and ripped off a strip of tape. The sound of the ripping made Dianne clench her thighs together. She could feel the very core of her growing wetter by the second. Slapping the tape across her mouth the officer stood back and admired his new captive. “Indeed a vision of true beauty. Now, some items were turned in that I have found most interesting. I will need you to identify them.”

Stepping outside the room Officer Knaps left her alone with her thoughts for a few moments. She tried wiggling the cuffs but came up short. She soon realized she wouldn’t be going anywhere until the officer was ready to let her. He returned with a few items, one of which was concealed in a brown manila envelope. Drumming his fingers over the envelope, he questioned her, “where shall I begin ?”

Dianne could only sit there quietly and plead to him with her eyes. “Patience, you will need to learn patience. Do you understand me, girl?” Dianne nodded that she understood. He approached her and nuzzled his mouth against her throat. “Good Girl,” he whispered. Her breath caught upon hearing those glorious words. It had been too long since they were spoken to her.

Stepping back, officer Knaps withdrew a leather journal from the manila envelope and approached Dianne again. He ran the book under her nose and questioned her, “recognize this?”

Oh sweet Jesus! He had her private journal. She started to squirm in her chair.

“Can’t you sit still for one bloody minute?” he asked, shaking his head. “I will have to do something about that!”

He left the room again, returning with a bright silver spreader bar. Dianne’s eyes widened immediately. She started to kick out at Officer Knaps but failed miserably against his strength. It felt to her like he had secured both ankles faster than the speed of sound. Dam this ‘hottie’ meant business.

“You will repay me dearly for those actions, girl.” His hands were on her then, caressing her calves as they moved their way up to her spread legs. He inhaled deeply and grinned. Her arousal could not be missed. Sliding a finger under her thong he chuckled. “Just what I thought. You are a dirty little slut aren’t you, girl?”

As he held her journal he continued to interrogate he. “Recognize this,” he asked for a second time. Dianne felt obliged to nod yes. “It is a great read and you, girl, are a naughty little one.” Dianne felt a hot blush rise to her cheeks. As he randomly flipped through her journal Dianne noticed that one of the pages was marked with at yellow sticky note. Shit! What did he find, she wondered. She felt completely bare now knowing he had read every fantasy she had so boldly put down in writing.

“You want this back” he questioned her. Dianne didn’t hesitate in nodding yes repeatedly. “Well then my dear, you will need to earn this book back now won’t you? You naughty little slut!” He proceeded to unzip his pants and release the storming hard on he had been concealing. He tore the tape off her mouth and she cried out as the sudden pain ripped through her. “Now, show me how badly you want your book back girl.”

Dianne licked her lips. This was truly one of her wildest fantasies coming to life. He positioned himself directly in front of her, his hard cock pressing against her moistened lips. She slowly licked the pre cum off his cock while keeping direct eye contact with him. Dianne giggled to herself as she thought, now who’s the captive? She began to work her magic lips and tongue up and down his shaft. Oh God, if only she could grab his balls and run her nails over them as pay back, she thought. Slowing her pace, she smiled up at him before taking his entire cock as far back into her mouth as she could. Tears sprang to her eyes but she was relentless! She meant business and she was going to prove it to this cocky son of a bitch officer. Dianne pushed her limits and tried taking him down her throat. She felt his balls tighten before swallowing every last drop of him as he moaned with pleasure.

“I bet you can suck water from a rock,” was his response.

“We aren’t finished here yet,” Officer Knaps said as he zipped himself back up. “There is one more item that needs to be identified. Recognize this,” he asked once again as he withdrew her black leather purse from the bag. “Contents untouched other than your wallet with your ID, Madam,” he chuckled.

Dianne whispered, “Yes officer. That is my purse and I am willing to do whatever it takes to get it back, Sir”.

“Good Girl.” He helped her stand and walked her over to the padded bench and instructed her to lie on her stomach. Once positioned, he tore off her thong and slipped his hand between her wide spread legs. She was oozing by this time. He withdrew his night stick and made her kiss it. “While I redden your ass with my tool of pleasure, I want you to rethink my name and its meaning!”

Dianne was caught off guard as the first whack made contact with her butt. “I don’t understand, Sir” she cried out in pain.

“Think about it slut, think hard, think fast.” Another and another crack of the night stick hit the target with each blow. “Understand the meaning of my name yet slut?”

Crying out she pleaded, “no Sir. Please officer”

He knew she had almost enough so he obliged her by spelling his name backwards = SPANK!!!!!!!

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After Hours ~ Katie

Please welcome my beautiful friend Katie with her first guest post. I’ve been trying to get her to agree to let me post something of hers for a while and she finally agreed! Her exact words were, “Stella, by all means you may post anything of mine on your blog. You may also link it back to my profile. It may help me with some feed back as to how I can improve.” I would like to post more of her writing, so let’s all show her some love and constructive criticism. Thank you Katie, so very much, for this privilege.


Her cell phone buzzed, it was only 08:25, and a new message appeared. It simply read, “You are going to be spanked this evening”. Immediately she felt her internal muscles clench. Another message followed, “Prepare for it”. This order caught her totally off guard. Prepare for it??? No one had ever asked her or told her to prepare for a spanking before. This was truly a first. She racked her brains. How the hell does someone prepare themselves for a spanking that’s going to happen 11 hours from now? She was lost in her thoughts of all the possibilities.

The sudden ping of another message brought her back to reality. The texting became fast and furious… “I’m enjoying the prospect of reddening your derriere. The sight and sound of leather on your ass”. “The colour progressing from pink to crimson and feeling your increasing wetness”.  “Bending you over the oak meeting table at the office.”

She sat back in her chair, licked her lips and grinned. Oh my God, she said out loud. She was getting so excited staring at the message. She didn’t hesitate. Her tea-cup didn’t stand a chance now in her trembling hands. After placing it safely on the dining room table, she continued to follow the messages. The last order rang out. “Be properly ready at 7:00.”

She sat dumbfounded shaking her head. Not only was she going to be spanked, she was going to be spanked at his office. Holy shit! Her thoughts took off like a freshly disturbed bees nest. Questions flooded her left right and center. Where was his office?  Would there be anyone around there at that time of night? What about surveillance cameras? What if they got caught? She took a deep breath in and out and tried to control her rapid breathing. Slow down, she told herself. She knew it was going to be a difficult task keeping focused at work for the rest of the day. Her mind kept drifting back to the simple order, “Be prepared”.

Thankfully the day went quickly for her at work and when she was done she hurried home. Her stomach was already fluttering like a butterfly conservatory so she by skipped dinner. She headed straight to the shower after flinging her uniform into the nearby hamper. Two points, she said giggling to herself. The warm water cascading down her body felt so nice. Lathering up her loofah she cleansed herself from head to toe. She took one last squeeze of the scented shower gel into her wet hands and began to pay special attention to her mound and nether lips. Oh the thought of getting off right then and there in the shower suddenly crossed her mind, but she resisted. She had to remain a “Good Girl” for him.

The weather outside had changed drastically and forced her choice of attire to as well. She had planned on wearing a skirt and top, black bra and matching black lacy thong, along with her black thigh high silk stockings and heels. Since it was cold and pouring rain she settled for a simple but tasteful black studded blouse and pants. Her cell phone pinged at 6:45.  A simple question appeared, “Are you suitably prepared”?  She responded to the text message then waited nervously in her chair.

He arrived promptly at 7:00 and proceeded to drive her to his office. Good thing she had worn her trench coat, otherwise he would have been able to see her knees shaking with anticipation underneath. Once inside the office he gave her a grand tour that ended at the large meeting room. She immediately shivered when she saw the oak table. He didn’t miss a thing as he questioned her if she was cold. He ordered her to get undressed, to remove everything except her thong. He had no idea how truly self-conscious she was. He sensed her hesitation and proceeded to undress her himself, teasing her by saying that he hadn’t planned on doing all the work himself. Once undressed she stood in front of him with her arms crossed against her chest. All the office lights were off except for a small lamp by the main entrance. This provided just enough light into the board room.

Once positioned, bent over the oak table with legs spread apart, the session began. Each implement he had packed was introduced to her delicate bottom. The sensations rang out. The heat and fire spread throughout her as he worked her bottom over for a good hour. She was embarrassed as her excitement “tell tales” dripped onto the carpet below. He had brought her to the edge then finally sent her over it. She cried out in the throes of passion. She was beyond the point of no return as she climaxed, soaking his hand.

Before redressing and heading home she honored him by allowing him one photograph of her freshly spanked bottom.

Once home safe and sound and ready for bed her cell phone pinged. He was just checking on her, making sure that she was ok with everything they had shared tonight in his office. Once satisfied he left her a final text, “Maybe some nice parallel welts could be in store in the future…….”

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