Michael Alexander's Blog, page 7

Nick's Night - Part One

I paced around my apartment, my bare feet thudding softly on the carpet, waiting for the person I was calling to pick up. It took four rings before the line went to voicemail and I sighed in exasperation, throwing the phone down onto the bed in frustration.

“Neither of them?” I asked no one in particular, raising my eyes toward the ceiling. “Neither of them are answering? What if I was in

The Post - Part Three

I was untied and allowed to stumble my way to the bathroom, where I took a long, hot shower. I could barely tolerate the touch of own fingers, but I managed to strip most of the oil from my skin and make myself presentable. My clit was a fucking mess; bloated and dark red, almost purple. I slipped the ben wa balls back into my slit, surprised to find myself wet and eagerly accepting. I dried

The Post - Part Two

Of all the various instruments used to scour my skin raw, one of the ones I prefer the most, especially across the breasts, is the leather flogger. The why is simple. It hurts the least. I know that as a certified nympho humiliation pain slut I should be offering my bosom up for the most unspeakable torments, but the reality is that a little bit of pain goes a long way for me. No need to peel

The Post - Part One

The knocking sound was insistent and I contemplated getting up from the couch to answer the door. As with everything in my life, there are pros and cons, each which needed to be carefully considered to prevent rash action. For example, I was quite comfortable after a grueling and intense day at work, and considering the fact that I was extremely sore in some delicate places, remaining where

A Roll In the Pegs

Nerves. Either they are things of steel, or weak, watery things. Mine were running toward the latter and I stood in the hallway with the bucket, feeling just a little nervous. I licked my lips, trying to summon the mental courage to get on with it, but the thumping metal bass of the music and the underlying roar of people talking were like an imposing wall. How could I possible walk in there;

Taste Me

Things were getting intense and my pulse quickened. I was kneeling on the carpet of the hotel room, my arms braced on his thick and muscular thighs. His pants were eight feet away, his boxers near my high heeled clad feet. His cock, granite like and long, stood straight up from his lap, the tip concealed inside my mouth. His eyes were open and he stared at me as the strap of the little black

A Disturbing Find

“Here,” Kari said, looking down at me. “Put this on.”

I looked up from my position at the desk. My boss, best friend, lover, and yes… sadistic dominatrix, stood looming over me like an iceberg in front of a cruise ship. She was tall, especially in the four inch heels, and her sapphire colored business suit emphasized her figure perfectly, lending grace to her svelte form. Long golden tresses

Upside Down 01/20/19

I looked up skeptically at the apparatus Mike the Hardware Guy had rigged to the rafters of the warehouse. An electric winch was bolted to the steel frame and I have to admit that it looked insufficient to lift fifty pounds, much less the one hundred and seventeen that I weighed. The chain, and the oversized hook attached to it, dangled down almost fifteen feet, just a few inches off the plush

Wardrobe Choices 01/14/19

I stood in the doorway of my apartment’s closet and stared up at the long line of clothing that hung neatly from a variety of hangers. A cacophony of colors and materials seemed to burn a wet, cold depression through my usually sunny demeanor.and I frowned in frustration, a sense of defeat overwhelming me. For just over two years I’d been working for my best friend, Kari Anders, a successful

A Little Christmas Shopping

12/18/18


It was a week before Christmas and the sounds of carols echoed through the busy retail center. Decorations were everywhere; silver and gold baubles, red and green Christmas Trees, and wrapped presents sitting in faux snowscapes. The scent of roasting chestnuts mixed in with cinnamon rolls and added just one more heavenly distraction to the mix. I stood in the entryway of one of the