In Dependence
That’s what true independence is, isn’t it? Freedom. Freedom to choose.
Life of A Kinky Wife
Built from experience. Designed for practice
Amber Kaine
MrsK is a Canadian writer, photographer, and kinkster who live by the motto "life, laughter, and lube". Here you'll find her darkest fantasies, personal retellings, and erotic photography with just a dash of vanilla sprinkles thrown in for good measure. MrsK is also the Creator of Mmm Mondays, a Medium publication, designed with all things delicious in mind.
Soulful Submission-Unplugged
There’s something about the sound of an acoustic guitar that pulls me in and makes me want to sit and stay awhile. Maybe it’s how the chords can be strummed to create a sweet melody or plucked to portray the moodiest dark complexity in our minds.
Stardust and Pentagrams
The Stardust Harness was designed as a suspension harness. It looks a lot like the Star Harness or Pentagram Harness.
A Copy of Life in Black and White
There’s something therapeutic about being able to write the most haunted, dilapidated words your head can create, and then being able to move on. It’s like a chance to clear your head, and your soul.
Surrendering to Sin
In the cadence created a new consciousness forms. One that pulls me to its depths. I float there, in that void, struggling to remain in your space, in your now.
A Symbol, A Token of a force set in Motion
. My submission to him does not depend on a piece of jewelry, a token of our dynamic. It is given because I know I am his and he is mine. Even when everything seems to be failing, I can hold this firm and know it is the truth.
Handcuffs and Prisoner Ties
A good way to continue to use this knot, but to prevent injury to your willing or not so willing captive, is to double-up the rope.
Zip Me Up
I asked Mister K to zip me up. I'm not sure this is what I meant, but beggars can't be choosers!
Smutty Snapshots
Blogging about sex and my life as a submissive has given me a new perspective on the topic though. I find that I am becoming more comfortable in my own skin.
Magic Touch
Licking her lips, she struggles against her bonds, attempting to devour his length. She shudders at the size of it and wishes he had thought to put it somewhere else. Before her words can be spoken, he’s pressing his length into her hot mouth, a groan escaping him as he pushes deeper.