Maybe my submission was destined from the start.
Tag: BDSM
The Perfect Sadist
He is the perfect sadist to my emotional masochist. Daddy has left marks without even lifting a hand or touching me. Leaves me with that uncertainty and unsettling feeling. Some marks puncture the skin and draw blood, but that is not necessary to get the blood pumping and the heart racing. Maybe though, I will… Continue reading The Perfect Sadist
Packing Up
My first step into bdsm was actually through romance novels, more specifically, Harlequin romances. I stole a few from my mom first when I was in junior high, and as I was packing up some things today, I noticed I still had the first two. They are worn and slightly yellow, but the silverfish never… Continue reading Packing Up
Haunting
You haunt me. But I want to haunt you the way you haunt me. I want to affect you the way you affect me. I want you to feel the desperation. I want you to feel me possess you.
You are Mine
Those are the three words I long to hear. That is what I have been dreaming Daddy will say.
Lisa Gray 