Bondage (Non Fiction)


In this Episode Malfic cavorts shamelessly with one of his favorite Mistresses, the Sultry Little Viking Mistress Victoria Christiansen. Who he insists on calling Miss Victoria. The recording took place on a Friday night and in between the back and forth verbal jousting that is as insightful as anything he tells the story not only of his friendship with Victoria & their relationship but the impact it has on one of her lovers. As always it’s loaded with the request amount of dirty words and innuendo laden dialog the show breaks rank from being heavily scripted to a real conversation and back again all while poking fun at Malflic as he laughs along with that dirty little chuckle of his at the insane lifestyle choices he’s made.

Playing with Miss Victoria’s & Her Play Thing


In this life one can never know where things will lead. Just when you think you crossed some final imaginary boundary the unimaginable happens. Its mid week and I managed to catch a flight back from a trip that got me in around midnight. There is not much better than coming home a day early to a house stocked with booze, food, and a very naked Chesty Blonde. Well the food and booze are for the pagan festival we’re hosting this weekend for Halloween but the naked woman was all for me. So after a very , very nice welcome home and a little small talk I dozed off to sleep. The next morning I wake up stupid early, listen to a series of foreign accents arguing on a conference call even before the coffee pot finishes working its magic, and am stumbling around in a stupor.

An unexpected use for bondage rope








So as Ann sat there on the cold stone bench waiting nervously, sipping her drink and taking in the surreal environment before her. The skin she had grown so comfortable living in was suddenly alive and tingling, moist with anticipation and nervousness. The sounds alone were enough to take her to the very edge of things she would never be able to put into words. The sites took her to a state that bordered on a controlled motionless emotional frenzy. Her own time was coming but as she watched the uninhibited display of pleasure and pain, the mix of hellish torture that seeming might never end and the deranged orgasmic cries it was producing as bodied writhed away from their tormentors one second and melted in to them the very next. Surrender was seeming inevitable. Surrender though had so many different meanings each a personal as the person who offered or took such a thing from another. One large bare chest woman pleaded in desperate and ravenous guttural tones not for mercy but for an orgasm as another woman fiercely pincher her already bruised nipples with delightful abandon while a short stocky man in black jeans painted her back a deeper shade of crimson with a mixture of long purple and black flails affixed to a polished cherry handle. Their playmate continued on in a dreadful tone begging to be allowed come which obviously only prolonged her state of denial.

Tempting Fate Part 2 (fetish)


She was so comfortable in her own skin. She knew everything and was in total control is what she told herself as her heels clicked up the dark side walk in the cool air of a fall evening. The breeze blew past the buildings and through her clothes, touching her soft white skin with its tepid moist caress as it danced all over her. She knew what she wanted she had fantasized about it a million times, lurked on web sites and forums for years. She had played it all out in her head. It was old hat, same old game on a brand new field but the rules certainly wouldn't have changed. The game was always exciting but it was the new ball field or more so the audience that added to the excitement.

Tempting Fate Part 1 (fetish)