Extract from Zille’s D/s Journal

February 19, 2007 by rachel_may

There was a moment, après spanking and caning, before being thrashed with a belt and some more serious caning, that I was straddling him, bent down face to face, his arms around me, and the way he kissed me – it was the most intimate thing, a moment of affection and lust and pure happiness, like an eye in the storm of the scene. He was not any less my Master than when he was bringing that belt down full-force on my ass.

Maybe, before, I’d have not wanted the scene interrupted by that tender moment – preferring to live in some fantasy world where the pain rises to a fevered pitch and then I’m roughly taken. Continue Reading >>