I've always had a big mouth, both literally and figuratively. On the literal side, my mouth is more than accommodating and my Dom had, in a weak moment of confession, admitted how alluring he found my 'blow job' lips. On the figurative side, I've always loved communicating, even if it was in my inimitable smart-ass way. The 'full disclosure' aspect of BDSM - the fact that I was always expected to reveal my innermost thoughts to my Dom, whether or not I felt he'd appreciate them or punish me for them - was one of the elements of the lifestyle that seemed to fit me to a T. But on one sunny morning in June, my predilection for speaking my mind and revealing my desires was about to lead to my undoing.

It had been awhile since he'd been in town, on business and we'd last played - too long, in fact, but then again, an hour seemed like too long when it came to being with him. He promised a special day, filled with surprises...and I had pictured myself enduring a long, unrelenting ...

Our complete library is reserved for full members. To read the rest of this great bondage story, upgrade.

However, all users can read today's featured story.