What He Said

This is the hottest thing that has been said to me in a very long time:

"When I smack you, your eyes will roll in your head."

Mon Cherie's Chamber Reunion

Master and I had such a wonderful time last night at Mon Cherie's Chamber reunion! By far the best night out we have had in many moons.

The Chamber was the hottest fetish club here in Atlanta in the late 90's and early 2000's until it sadly closed about 7 or 8 years ago. Jay and I frequented it fairly reguarly in those days. We were not yet experimenting with D/s play ourselves at the time, but were very intrigued and aroused by watching the shows that went on there.

When it closed, Jay and I were lost for a place to go for fun when the opportunity for a night out would arise. Ms. Mon Cherie was kicking ass and taking names last night!! She should be proud of herself for gathering the greatest group of performers, vendors and guests in the city for a hot night of lustful deviance!

As always I have pictures of the evening to share with you dear reader.

Let's begin with my new nametag Master presented me with just last weekend for wear at last night's event...












And the view I had from the end of my leash as Master paraded me about all evening...












How about a few photos of some of the performers and kinky deviants in attendance...



























And now for the REAL fun... Mimi receiving a flogging and paddling from a friend of ours...



















Mimi receiving a flogging and spanking from a new friend we made last night...





















My bruised and battered bottom courtesy of Master Jay and friends. Towards the end of Master Jay's paddling/spanking he leaned in, rubbing my bottom, checking in with me, and I pleaded, "No more paddle, pleeeeease Sir." I would have taken anything other than the paddle at that point...flogger, crop, hand, belt...anything. I received several more whacks of the paddle just for good measure.

Mmmmm, I can't wait to go to work tomorrow with my little secret neatly hidden under my clothing, my bottom smarting each time I move in my chair reminding me of the erotic time I had this weekend.

The Unbearable Affliction of Yearning

I WANT...often with a painful intensity. I want with such a raging hunger I fear it can never be satisfied. It threatens to swallow me whole, this wanting. It snarls and growls at me in it's endless demand to be satisfied.

I am a fish on a hook...writhing on my own desire. My peace of mind the sacrificial lamb to my depravity.

My mind is overwhelmed with images of filth...intwined tongues, pulsing sex organs, naked flesh, your hands, your eyes, your mouth on me.

Don't deny me again with your exhausting logic and ever present reason. Want me as I want you. Soothe the wailing voice that insists on being fulfilled. Join me in my thirst for lust, and unfetter my bound heart.

What I Am...