Occasionally, Dom decides it’s time to uncage me and secure me to the bed. This isn’t a quick release; it’s a methodical, hours-long process of “milking” me until there is absolutely nothing left. He takes his time, pushing my body through wave after wave until I reach a 100% dry orgasm. The Endurance TestThe process […]
Drained Dry – Sept 22, 2021 Read More »
As many of you know, my pleasure is never my own. I am strictly forbidden from reaching a full orgasm without permission. My only personal “release” comes in the form of a ruined orgasm, and only under one condition: it must be filmed for Dom to inspect. A true ruined orgasm is about restraint and
Double Ruined orgasm – aug 25, 2021 Read More »
This was one of Dom’s pandemic acquisitions, and honestly, it changed the game. You already know how much he loves to play with—and torture—my balls, but this device took things to a whole different level of intensity. These shots were taken the very hour it arrived; it came straight out of the box and went
Squeezed to Perfection – jul 17, 2020 Read More »
The knots were the first thing that felt real—smooth silk tightening onto my wrists and ankles, pinning me to the mattress while the world went dark under the spandex hood. Before that night, I still thought I had a say in things. I didn’t realize I was being rewritten. Dom was past the point of
Vessel Born – jul 19, 2019 Read More »
That September in 2018 is burned into my memory—the month Dom shifted the goalposts. It started with a simple walk around our apartment complex. No big deal, right? Until he told me to drop my pants and show off right there in the open. You can see the adrenaline in those first shots, just me,
Golden Showers – sept 16-25, 2018 Read More »
In 2018, Dom told me he wanted to spank me. It sounded harmless enough at the time, but I had no idea how far he intended to go. Since we were total novices with no gear to speak of, he sent me on a scavenger hunt to procure the instruments for my own undoing. I
My First Wallop – Sep 4, 2018 Read More »
It’s funny how a single moment can signal the end of “normal.” Dom knows exactly what happens when I’m wearing a tight ring: that “manly,” forceful stream completely vanishes, replaced by something much more… submissive. We were in the middle of a busy city park when he gave the order: “Drop your pants.” He wanted
Pissy Park Training – Spring 2017 Read More »
