“I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice.” – Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping.
leash
“Of course this is how all the other little girls play doctor, silly.”
“Now, sweetheart, don’t be shy.”
It’s always a little awkward when her old friends come over.
In KLON’s Garden II
Patience is a virtue. Too bad you don’t have much virtue to speak of.
The first night, they let her hold the bowl still. But everyone knows kitties are a little messier than that.
Trust.
Plug that before you spill it, whore. You’re mopping up any waste with your face.
Want.
Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Six
Eventually, Craftsmate let me out of the cage and we decided to hang around for a little bit away from the play areas. I stayed on the leash, but that was about the farthest thing from strange considering the environment we were in. Which, all things considered, set me at ease. It was nice to feel a little bit normal.
Across the play area, there was a girl in a pair of absurdly high pink heels reclined in a chair, checking her phone. Beside her was a bag, out of which a number of nasty-looking floggers and whips were sticking out. Even if she looked a bit disinterested in everything, she was still gorgeous.
Craftsmate caught me staring.
“I like her shoes,” I explained quickly.
He smirked. “Oh yeah? Her shoes? Why don’t you go over and tell her?”
“No, no, no, no,” I insisted, shaking my head emphatically. “I don’t want to disturb her or anything.”
“Do you want me to go over there and ask if she wants to borrow you?” He asked, smiling in the kind of way to suggest that he was not even remotely bluffing.
“No!” I squealed and Craftsmate started laughing.
“Fine,” he replied, “you get off easy this time.”
Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Five
Eventually, Craftsmate had me stop walking and hold still while he removed the blindfold, gag, hood and handcuffs. I blushed when I noticed the fact that there were people standing around near us and reached up to nervously wipe some drool from the corner of my mouth. Taking hold once more of the leash, he leaned down and kissed me, saying that he was proud of what I had done. And, truth be told, I was, too.
Beside us was what can be aptly described as a crawlspace with bars on it, essentially a cage dug into the wall. After opening up the door, Craftsmate applied some pressure to my shoulder and had me kneel and crawl inside. Once I was in, he pulled the bolt shut on the door and tied my leash to the bars to prevent me from crawling away from the front of the cage.
“Aw, look at you in there. How cute,” he teased. A couple walked by, both partners casting a glance down into the cage and smirking before continuing on. My cheeks were burning as Craftsmate pulled a chair up by the cage and took a seat. "I like you in there,“ he explained, "I think you’re going to stay in there for a little bit.”
I started to pout, but paused as I looked beyond him and noticed a man securing a woman over a bench. She was practically naked, save for a pair of panties and a collar around her neck. As the man began to flog her, Craftsmate followed my gaze and I could see him grin.
“Were you watching them?” He asked, knowing the answer.
“No,” I replied and turned my head.
He reached down through the bars and grabbed hold of my hair, turning my head. “No, no, I think you should watch him beat her.” He was smiling. “Do you like that?” He asked, patting my cheek. “Do you like the way he’s hurting her?" I tried once more to look away and he pulled my head back to face forward. "Come on, watch them.”
I could have died right on the spot.