I lie on my back on the floor, my legs between the sissy's legs, as my toes play with her cage.  Every tap I do with my toes, she moans.  Every movement I do, every stroke. Everything.  She moans and whines. "Puh--please, Miss, let me cum." "Who does this little sissy caged clitty belong to?" … Continue reading Caged

Deep Thoughts

Spitfire and I have been  having some deep talks lately.  I'm an emotional wreck for a variety of reasons, the least of which is body memories. So, I decided to ask her the really, truly, deep question. "If something were to happen to me, and I was still your dollie, would you want something from … Continue reading Deep Thoughts


"you write good smut, mine," she tells me after reading something I was twiddling over. "I'd like to see more. It's made me wiggly." I groan. Smut sometimes is easy to write, but not always. Is this even any good? "You are filled with vampire venom,” Spitfire told me as I laid naked on the … Continue reading Smut


Originally written back in the summer, I have no clue why it never got published anywhere.  Maybe it is, and I've misplaced it. Anyway... Early on, Spitfire and I were talking... “I want you to write about your submissive needs,” domlyskirts tells me over several days. I’m not putting words in her mouth, I’m writing … Continue reading Needs


It's official.  My vertigo is finally bad enough that my family doctor is sending me to a specialist.  I saw them last night at the extended hours clinic.  The worst part, was after doing the treatment to get rid of it, I was sat up on the exam stable, and nearly fainted right off of … Continue reading Spoiled