We don’t try too awfully hard to hide our kinky sides or our poly sides from vanilla friends and family, but neither do we tell them about it.

We therefore must assume what they know. We assume that they don’t know any of the details, but we also assume that they have some idea that strange things are going on in the bedroom.

I guess that this weekend some of that will necessarily change because we are traveling in our Airstream, being followed by relatives in their own RV. Our Airstream is fairly good sized, but it was designed for two people, and while can sleep more it just doesn’t really have separate sleeping areas. Alas, there will be more than two of us within, and we will not be making some kind of superhuman efforts to deceive anyone about where people might be sleeping.

Whatever our relatives might think they know about our private lives now, I think it quite safe to assume that their understanding will shoot up a large notch or two by the time our weekend is over.

If all that isn’t enough, this fall we will be doing it all again, only this time with even more relatives, and by a very good stroke of fortune, more of us in the Airstream.

Sometimes I think it just about perfect that all of our relatives seem to have adopted their own don’t ask, don’t tell policies. It seems much easier than the heartache that would follow if they decided that they wanted to know more than whatever they have figured out on their own.

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Today is certainly interesting, and for at least two of our friends tonight should prove wild indeed.

C & S are wonderful friends from Oregon, a switch couple whom we all greatly enjoy. Today C is with Milliscent in our dungeon. His scene started with her around 10 this morning, and will not finish until sometime around 8 tonight. Hours upon hours of erotic torment, hours and hours in which to build desire into an almost explosive force.

Meanwhile S is playing with our great friend and neighbor Tom. She also started playing around 10 this morning, and will not finish until mid evening tonight. Tom is making a special effort to ensure that her time with him is as erotic as possible while denying her any opportunity to orgasm. Hours and hours of teasing should result in mind-blowing levels of desire within her as well.

What am I doing in all of this? I’m simply floating between the players. Enjoying the show, and of course making this report to you.

C & S will be spending the night here after their respective playtimes, over in our mother-in-law apartment. If all goes according to plan there will be very little sleep for them tonight, for they shall have so much denied passion to work off that they should be able to enjoy each other for even more hours. Our evil plan to help our friends have one of the most passionate nights of their lives.

I think it will work splendidly!

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I sit my wife Ellen in a straight back chair, off in the corner of her bedroom. I don’t take the time to undress her because I won’t be taking my pleasure with her body tonight. Her clothes can remind her that I just don’t need her, that fucking someone else is more exciting anyway.

I do bind her down, tie her into the chair for I would hate for her to miss a moment of the action. I want her to fully experience watching and listening to me as I fuck Angela, the hooker I have engaged for the evening.

I strip the blankets off Ellen’s bed, undress myself, and wait for my treat to come out from the bathroom where she is beautifying herself for me.

When Angela does come out she is stunning. Towering black heels, lacy stockings held in place with a garter belt, sheer black lace teddy. All of this topping a taught and tanned form. Perfect. Ellen is a beautiful woman in her own right but like me she is getting older and her looks just aren’t what they used to be. I know she worries about that so I am quite thrilled that Angela looks so youthful, so vibrant. It will add to Ellen’s discomfort, make her feel even less attractive as she sits there bound and humiliated.

I motion for Angela and she crawls on to the bed for me. Slowly, ever so slowly we begin. Repeatedly I position her so that Ellen is assured a perfect view of her body, of our passion. I use her mouth, her cunt, even her ass as Ellen watches. I pleasure her as well, wanting Ellen to hear her cries of pleasure, to watch me lick her in ways I would never consent to doing to my wife. Envy, jealousy, humiliation, fear, I want Ellen to feel all of these things; I do everything I can with Angela to ensure that she does.

When I’m finally satisfied I cradle Angela in my arms. We talk of Ellen, of her shortcomings, of her punishments, of the rules she must follow, of her service to me. Angela doesn’t need to hear all of these things, but Ellen does. I think it is important to embarrass her in this way, to lay her life of suffering bare for another woman as she helplessly listens.

Our allotted time up we climb out of Ellen’s bed. I hand her purse to her and untie her hands. Angela as previously instructed goes to Ellen for her fee, is paid out of Ellen’s salary.

I show Angela to the door and as I walk back to Ellen’s room I stop in my closet to get my wide leather belt. A leather belt because Ellen’s nightly torment has only just begun.

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Today I found a fun new blog, I thought it perfect to share:

TinaSlut

"Every day I am constantly yearning for pain and submission. It's like a positive energy that gives me strength and I can never get enough."

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Milliscent, Eagle, and I have returned from our trip to the Oregon Coast. Unfortunately Roxanne was unable to join us for she would have also had an amazing time, but we have her on tap for our next little journey!

Without a doubt, our vintage Airstream, The Rolling Silver Orgasm, is a truly wonderful way to travel, especially for slightly kinky people like us. We should have purchased one years ago.

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For the next few days we will have the Rolling Silver Orgasm in Cannon Beach, Oregon. I wonder if we will have the chance to meet any kinky people there?

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Roxanne and I spend three days experimenting. I think we have decided, dominance and submission aren't for us right now. Violence, extremely hard and rough sex, that's the ticket.

Luckily neither of us have landed in the hospital yet.

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Roxanne and I have a playtime scheduled for this afternoon, our first planned scene where she will be the top.

It should prove very interesting.

Roxanne loves to fuck. She is also apparently greatly intrigued by enforced chastity, as the locking cage has been the dominant theme of her recent emails. Taken together those two things pose I think an interesting quandary. Whatsoever shall she do?

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As I’ve posted about before, Roxanne and my relationship has been a male dom, female sub one. I’ve done all of the topping. Now, she wants to switch that around, she wants to spend some time playing dominatrix to my sub male.

She is a wonderful woman and mighty cute so I am happy to oblige.

I do wonder a bit about our relationship and our way of playing though.

While playing the relationship has been fully bdsm based, lots of torture, lots of the use of roles, very little vanilla sex. I presume for this time that roles are reversed it will be much the same.

Outside of the play though we maintain a relationship of equality and I don’t think that either of us want it any other way.

Another interesting quirk is that we haven’t done much in the way of domination and submission; it’s mostly been purer sadomasochism.

I wonder, with this lack of D/s, with this desire to switch things around, if what we truly desire isn’t something different from bdsm as it is usually practiced. If what we really desire is simply violent sex. The opportunity to torture the hell out of each other as we fuck.

Do we want or need someone to be top, another to be bottom, or do we just want to beat the crap out of each other? Time will give us the answer I know.

Perhaps this is all semantics, it is certainly nothing to worry about, but I have found it interesting to think about. The relationship, and our way of relating together are outside of my experience, outside of what I had the opportunity to enjoy within my prior bdsm relationships. That can only be a good thing as variety always lends excitement.

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Yesterday when I posted we had Roxanne in bondage, suffering at the hands of Tammy.

One thing Tammy didn’t count on was Roxanne’s tremendous ability to escape bondage. Tammy left her unsupervised for a while, and as I watched Roxanne went to work. Soon she was loose, and the tables were turned.

Poor Tammy found herself bound to the bishops chair, her genitals were bound, clamped and weighted, her body was subject to electric shocks (some pleasant, others much less so) and her chest was whipped unmercifully.

All while wearing a quite severe hood.

A wonderful afternoon for them both I’m sure, and I must say that porn can never compare to watching the real thing unfold before your eyes.

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Roxanne and I went antique shopping yesterday, the best part was terrorizing a poor shopkeeper.

You see we found a violet wand kit in very good condition with a number of various attachments and all the original paperwork, $85.00.

We told the shopkeeper that we would buy it, but only if it worked. He was extremely hesitant about plugging it in as the cord needs to be replaced, but after a good deal of working up his courage, and as long as I agreed to touch it at the same time as him, he agreed to plug it in.

Viola, everything worked!

His terror was just about to be assuaged when I started using the business end of it on my arms to ensure that the intensity adjustment system was in good working order. His eyeballs kept getting larger and larger, Roxanne kept laughing louder and louder as she watched his fear.

We did of course leave with it.

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Extreme sports are becoming more and more popular. Mountain climbing may be fun, but I seriously doubt that it can compete with a few hours under Milliscent’s heel! All the danger, all the excitement, but a shockingly sexy woman to boot. In boots even!

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As I type this I’m watching Tammy and Roxanne play. Wireless internet is so amazing! Sit here in the dungeon, watch the show, and type away.

Roxanne is tied with her hands above her head, stretched on our electric hoist. She looks great in a corset and seemed stockings, her long hair hanging down to her knees. Her breasts are bound, her legs tied together both above and below the knees. A final rope runs between her knees to the ceiling, a strategically placed knot riding upon her clit.

Her prey well secured, Tammy is using her flogger to its best advantage.

Later they will switch, the predator will become the prey. I think I shall just have to hang out here for a while.

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My previous post mentioning Milliscent’s strap-on has gotten me to daydreaming of the dominatrix. I must admit that I do love the image of the dominatrix, the idealized version of ‘the dominatrix’, which perhaps lives only within my mind.

I can see her, clad in black rubber, her massive dildo pointing forever forward. Her husband kneeling behind, his nose at her ass as she reminds him of her rules.

“I love denying you my body, reminding you of how little of it you are allowed access too. My glorious ass the only place you may lick. Remember that your cock will never again enter my cunt; my mouth will never again wrap itself around your cock. Those pleasures are solely reserved for others. I don’t want to deny you everything though, and I do love having an ass kissing husband, so you may continue to find your pleasure there, find your pleasure with your tongue upon my asshole, for it is the perfect place for you.”

Her ‘reminder’ delivered she drives her point home with her dildo, and later he falls to sleep listening to the moans of pleasure her lover draws from her throat.

If you share my excitement in this image, you can find her here.

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Those who regularly read Milliscent’s blog certainly know all about our vintage Airstream. It allows us to travel in great comfort and style.

Playing though can be difficult in it’s confined spaces. Possible, but difficult.

Yesterday, while traveling home from a wine tasting party we saw a tiny vintage trailer sitting by the side of the highway with a For Sale sign. Milliscent of course rolled her eyes as I rolled the car up for a look.

It is very old, a 1960, and very small, perhaps 17 feet, but it’s in tremendous condition, and it’s cheap. Vintage Airstreams are expensive; vintage other brands are not.

This gave me an idea.

Why not buy it, gut it, and turn it into a dungeon on wheels? It could be an amazing thing! 120 or so square feet of rolling dungeon! What could be better?

I’ll have to work on her, she generally doesn’t approve of my schemes, and I have to admit that it’s true; she is the one who wears the pants in the family. The strap-on too, and since her ‘cock’ is about three times the size of mine I guess I have to try and behave.

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Roxanne and I aren’t in a super long distance relationship but long enough. It’s a couple hours or more over to her home, the entire distance on bad roads.

We both also have fairly intense responsibilities so it makes it tough.

The disadvantages to this kind of relationship are easy to see. It is hard to get together, and we can’t get together as often as we would like. To top it off it seems that our visits are usually too short. We just don’t have much opportunity to connect before we have to separate again.

I wonder though if there are advantages to this kind of relationship that we wouldn’t have if we were to live together. We certainly don’t spend enough time together to get on each other’s nerves, and we both look forward to seeing the other with great anticipation. Perhaps if we were sharing a home that would be lost. Perhaps not though, it is I suppose an unanswerable question.

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One of the things I love about my time with Roxanne is its changeable nature. My moods change, my desires change, and our interactions are able to change right along with them.

The changing nature of our play ensures that we don’t fall into a routine and keeps it always exciting for us both. I hope for us both anyway.

I must admit that these changes have a very exciting effect upon Roxanne’s reactions as well, for she just never quite knows what to expect. She might expect a bite, tense as my lips touch her skin, but instead be given a lick. Her reactions are never hidden away; I suppose that is why they are so interesting to me.

I was able to spend Tuesday evening with her, vanilla all the way. Sometimes it seems that soft and loving is just the ticket.

This weekend she will again be with me, but I’m thinking that a radically different approach just might be called for. Severe bondage, a severe beating, all finished off by a hard and vicious fucking of her ass. Cold dominance is appealing to me right now. I envision myself Cuming in her ass, ignoring her own need for pleasure, simply walking away when I’m done using her body. Leaving her bound and beaten body as it is. Leaving her to suffer, to think. I’d retrieve her after awhile of course, comfort and love her, but perhaps for a time she should suffer, suffer alone as I slowly walk away.

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Roxanne is spending this holiday weekend with a friend on a Puget Sound island, right on the beach. Yesterday we were invited to spend the day with them, and I must say that the spot was truly amazing.

First I must mention the natural beauty of the property, located directly on a nice beach within a small and protected bay. Surrounded by trees for privacy, property doesn’t get any better than that little slice of paradise.

What is even better though are the improvements they have made to the property through the years. It is set up for camping, so no house exists, but their idea of camping is quite unlike everyone else’s.

Tiny little buildings dot the landscape. A little bathroom building, a small structure for washing dishes, a ‘cabin’ sized for two people to sleep in, a separate structure serves as the kitchen, and finally a building surrounding the campfire. There is also a large raised deck offering a full view of the sound.

The setting is spectacular, the little buildings very well conceived, but best of all is the art.

It seems that there is a rule for visitors to the space. Each visitor is to bring, create, or find a piece of art to add to the space. This has obviously been going on for many years now, and the property is now so full of art that it has become art itself. Everything from massive totem poles to little painted rocks exist there and all have become integrated into a whole through the years.

Truly a unique and amazing space, we are lucky to have had the opportunity to visit for a short time.

I know, I know, you are asking yourself, ‘this is all well and good, but where’s the sex? This is supposed to be a sex blog after all.’

I must admit that there was little of it. Such is the way of things when ones host is vanilla. I may have managed to do a little something with Roxanne on the beach, but more exciting activities shall have to wait until our next meeting.

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I've enjoyed the site, Fucking Machines for a very long time now. Perhaps you will too.

Ain't she cute?

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I’ve been corresponding lately with a woman who is seeking a dominant partner, a search that has thus far met without success.

Here in the Seattle area we have a large and vibrant bdsm scene, poly scene, and for those who are into it, swinger scene. Meeting amazing and wonderful people is not difficult and one has the ability to live a life surrounded by kinky friends.

My correspondent lives in one of our least populated areas. She is hours from the nearest small city, many hours from the nearest large city. Her ability to meet kinky people is hampered to a horrible extent, and her search for the perfect dominant will be a difficult one indeed.

As years pass we start taking for granted the fact that we live within this vibrant area, live within a community that celebrates diversity, a community large enough that people of all interests abound. Others are not nearly so lucky; my correspondent has reminded me to not take Seattle for granted.

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Recently I’ve made two interesting and unique finds in local antique shops. Both pictures, both now hanging in our playroom.

The first is a photographic study of five nudes. Two standing, holding each other while the other three look on. Judging from the common items in the photograph, and the look employed by the models I would date it to the 1920’s. In keeping with the time it was produced, it is not a revealing photograph by modern standards.

What I find most interesting about it though is the apparent lack of body hair on each of the models. I’m quite used to seeing a lack of any body hair as Milliscent, Roxanne, and most of our female friends are all fully shaved, but it is odd to see that in vintage pornography. I wonder, was there a time in or around the 1920’s when like today a large percentage of women chose to fully shave, or was it done for this particular photograph due to some fetish the photographer or his client may have had.

The second is a photograph of a statue titled Cupid Punished. A fun little photo depicting a nude and childlike Cupid being held and birched by a nude and beautiful woman. I thought that it was perfectly fitting for our dungeon, and is certainly rather unique. Given today’s views of any childlike nudity I imagine that this statue would today offend many of the more prudish members of our society. This despite the fact that the mythical Cupid is anything but a child; he is of course many thousands of years old.

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Your mother was right, learning can be fun.

At Hot For Words anyway!

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I must admit to being a hedonist. I admittedly pursue sensuous pleasure and delight in indulgence. I believe that pleasure is an ethical pursuit.

Today is a wonderful day to be a hedonist. The sky is blue, the sun in shining, I’m all alone. Milliscent is playing in the dungeon, Eagle is at a convention, and Roxanne is working. While I delight in being surrounded by wonderful friends and lovers, I shall delight in this rare day alone too.

I will spend a great deal of time on the deck, watching the snow swollen river flow by, contemplating nature. I’ll be smoking a hand crafted meerschaum pipe filled with Haddo’s Delight by G.L. Pease.

Pipe smoking is the ultimate in hedonistic tobacco use. The slowness of the process, the smoking; the remarkable artistry and design of a fine pipe and equally fine accessories; the amazing range of flavors offered by the worlds best pipe tobaccos; an offering of pure pleasure that no other form of tobacco use can give.

All without the horribly negative damage to the body caused by the popular and addictive cigarette.

AAA Meerschaum

Haddo’s Delight

Notes from the lecture ‘Reducing Risks of Pipe and Cigar Smoking by Henri Gaboriau M.D.

A Quiet Revolution by Rick Newcombe

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We survived the family visit in good form.

No one seemed to notice the ball gag which was accidentally left out in the open.

None of us said anything that would have let the cat out of the bag.

None of us popped out of the bedroom with the ‘wrong person.’

Only one blown kiss was perhaps overseen.

Golly, we were good! Now that it’s over, the fun can begin again, the love can flow again!

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It seems that in monogamous relationships partners often take each other for granted. As time passes they slowly begin forgetting just how special their partner is, just how exciting that partner was when love was new.

To my mind, a large advantage of polyamorous relationships is that one has very vivid reminders of these things. Seeing ones partner openly loved and desired by another serves as a reminder of the partners value, a reminder of how special and exciting that partner is.

Being reminded of these values, of this desirability, serves to help keep one from taking his or her partner for granted. This is, I think, a fundamental strength of ethical polyamorous relationships. A strength found in neither traditional monogamy, nor serial monogamy, another reason why polyamory should be considered by those so inclined.

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I adore the image and the presence of the cruel dominatrix. Men in Pain does it's subject justice, and I've enjoyed their work for quite some time now.

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The development of the internet has done simply amazing things for the bdsm community, and of course for individuals interested in bdsm. I remember a time in which it was hard to find good, factual information about bdsm, a time when that information had to be sought out with what seemed to be great effort.

Today an overwhelming wealth of information is available to everyone, virtually no effort required. Online one can find people to play with, and learn to play safely. Equally important one can learn techniques and ideas for ensuring that the play reaches heights of maximum enjoyment.

Information used to be a barrier to becoming involved with bdsm, to my mind that barrier collapsed first as the internet grew, and books were published. The second large barrier was in the difficulty of finding others who shared ones interests, others with whom one could play. I don’t think that barrier exists any longer either.

Bdsm is now mainstream to the point that anyone can learn about it, anyone can educate themselves as to how to do it, and anyone can find others who share their particular interests.

With that in mind, I ask myself, where do we go next? What is on the horizon for those of us who make bdsm a major part of our lives?

S/m raises tremendous amounts of energy easily. S/m allows us to achieve altered states of consciousness regularly. S/m can bring out hidden or buried aspects of ourselves. S/m can become a deeply spiritual practice.

I think that we will learn how to direct the energy S/m builds. Direct it for inner change, self-growth. I don’t think we will stop there though, I think that some will learn to direct it for the manifestation of desired change within the outside world as well. The possibilities in this area are truly endless.

I think that we will learn how to use the altered states of consciousness we achieve in order to facilitate the direction of energy mentioned above. That the energy we raise is easier to direct towards a goal when we are in an altered state, and that we will learn to blend these two benefits of intense S/m together. I think that the achievement of altered states of consciousness, when those states reach a certain depth, can become life-changing experiences.

I think that we will learn how to heal others and ourselves through the practice of S/m. Heal others and ourselves emotionally and spiritually. Equally important, I think that we will learn how to use S/m to maintain spiritual and emotional health both in ourselves, and within those around us.

Lastly, I think that for many bdsm will become a regular and acknowledged part of spiritual practice, that bdsm activities will become, for some people, religious activities. Bdsm will be understood to be a pathway to the divine.

People are doing all of these things right now. Their practices, what they are learning can be found online, indeed can now be found in published books. I don’t think that any of these things have reached widespread understanding yet though. They will, and just as available information about bdsm exploded in a very short time frame, so will information about these aspects of S/m explode. That will be, to my mind, an amazingly positive development.

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The Bible is wrong. Money is not the root of all evil. History shows that the true root of evil in western society is peoples belief that they know the answer to the ultimate questions of life and death, that whatever it is they believe is exactly the same for everyone else, and finally that these beliefs compel them to convert everyone else into thinking exactly the same way.

Organized religion, at it’s best trying to convert you with shame. At it’s worst torturing and killing anyone who questions its dogma.

No one can know the answers to the ultimate questions of life and death for everyone else. Anyone who claims to know these answers for everyone else is a false prophet.

Most people believe that there is a separation between sex and the spirit, a separation between sexuality and spirituality. For those who hold that belief, perhaps it is true and correct for them.

I don’t hold that view. For me sex and spirit are intertwined. Sex is spirituality, spiritual practice is sexual. Indeed, I can say that for me, sex is my religious practice. I’m certainly not alone in holding to these personal truths; I’ve read work by others who hold to the same faiths. I think though that unquestionably this view is rare, not shared by the vast majority within our society.

If I’m violently fucking Roxanne, in a very real way that is a spiritual experience for me. If I’m gasping for breath as Milliscent smothers me with her ass, that too is truly a spiritual experience for me. If I have the honor of observing another find ultimate ecstasy, for me that is an observation of the spirit, a witnessing of the divine.

I make this post because as a whole our society shuns any blending of sexuality and spirituality; it erects an enormous barrier between the two declaring sexuality evil, spirituality good. For me this is a false wall. I know that it is a false wall for others as well. This construct of society becomes, for some people, a source of shame, guilt, and pain. People who view their sexuality, their sexual expression as fundamental to their spirit, but who at the same time are convinced by others that they are wrong, that they are engaging in evil.

It need not be that way. We can embrace our sexuality, embrace our spirituality, intertwine them, for surely, for some of us, they are our path to the answers for the ultimate questions.

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We consider each other, and our friends to be family, our chosen-family. Alas though there is also the family one was born into, ones bio-family.

When it comes to our chosen-family, life is indeed mostly fun, games, passion, and intense excitement. Life however can’t always be like that as this upcoming weekend so clearly points out.

We are expecting family for an overnight visit this weekend. Genuine 100% born and raised bio-family. The fun and games shall have to temporarily cease. The passion shall have to fade into black, the excitement done without.

Last night we discussed what we have to do to get ready for this visit:

Roxanne’s bondage toys will have to disappear from open view in my bedroom. The entrance to the dungeon will have to be locked so that while the family enjoys our guesthouse they will remain clueless to the fact that they are sleeping directly under at least $95,000.00 worth of the finest fetish equipment, space, and clothing money can buy. Notes, greeting cards, expressions of love and tenderness will have to disappear.

Tammy will be visiting, Eagle will be staying here, and Roxanne might be as well. We will have to guard our words, hide our passions. As our house is filled with glass we shall have to get up very early to ensure that no one notices our bedfellows are not as expected.

The bright spot in all of this is that family, much like everyone else, goes to bed. Pent up passion shall be running wild as the visitors sleep.

Luckily it’s to be a brief visit.

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