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Submission
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A bit more on the secretary
Read moreShe’s tiny – maybe 5’2”. She has black hair and pale white skin. Pulled back tight, as it usually is, her hair is straight, except for the curly bit behind the scrunchie. Her eyes are shocking: the whites, milky; the…
To submit, or not to submit–that is the question
Read moreTo date, my sex life has consisted almost entirely of assertions of my power and control. I’ve done this with money, paying women to give me massages or provide lap dances or companionship; I’ve done it with dominance, providing direction…
Bratty subs
Read moreThere’s generous, open, compliant submission. There’s freely given, but somewhat reluctant, submission. And then there are bratty subs.
Sensory deprivation
Read moreWhat is it about sensory deprivation? I imagine you with your senses limited to touch, taste, and smell – and cognition. You are blindfolded, hands tied, legs tied, earphones in your ears. All you know about what I’m doing to…
Distant rendezvous
Read moreI sit in the bar, waiting. It’s dark. The piano player is in his cups. My phone vibrates with your text: “I’m at the airport. Be there shortly.” I told you what to wear (a tiny black dress, heels, thigh-highs,…
Leash
Read more“I want a leash around my neck.” This was a confession. She’s not particularly submissive, but neither is she very communicative. She’s finicky, bossy, a little whiny. She can count the number of orgasms she’s had with a man.…
Star-fucking
Read moreHer gig as my “secretary” continued for some time. I would instruct her intricately in terms of what to wear. She would follow instructions to the tee. She would be sweet, charming, and almost affectless. I tried for a while…
Secretary
Read moreI hadn’t seen the movie. I placed a CraigsList ad strikingly similar to the one James Spader might have used to recruit Maggie Gyllenhaal as his new amanuensis. I placed it in the “Erotic Services” section (RIP). I got a…
Twenty-one
Read moreThis post was featured in E-Lust #32. Thanks, E-Lust, and welcome, E-Lust readers. “Hop in,” I said. As she sat down, wearing jeans and a soft sweater, I looked at her: “Where’s your skirt?” “Oh shit,” she said. “It’s been a REALLY bad day.”…
Special
Read moreOne of the challenges of being the sort of slut that I am – that is, an honest and exhibitionistic slut – lies in the ease with which a partner can come to feel un-special. There is a fundamental misapprehension…