Vacation: Part 4

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Find all the parts here!


Chapter 4:

Ivy heard metal sliding on metal, and she was pretty sure she knew what the sound was. She couldn’t be sure which knife it was, but it was definitely one of the knives Mark kept to torture her with.

Mark undid the clasp at the bottom of the balisong and flipped it open, the metal jingling lightly. He sat down on the bed next to her, twirling it slowly, not touching her with it, just letting her hear the sound. “It’s a shame you have the blindfold on. I imagine this is much more exciting if you can see what I’m doing.”

Ivy shivered, anticipating the cold metal against her hot body. “Yes, Sir,” she said, but the words were barely intelligible through the gag.

Eventually, Mark flicked the blade fully open and slowly slid it up her thigh, “If I find a hair, I’m going to take a break from knife play and beat you. And I know you’ll be very disappointed by that…”

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Vacation: Part 3

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Catch up on Chapter 1 and Chapter 2!


Chapter 3:

Mark leaned down, putting one hand on the back of her neck and growling in her ear. “We’ve talked about this before, slut.” His voice just a hair short of sounding angry. “If you squirm too much, I can’t mark you up properly. If I miss, you won’t get the pretty bruises we both want, or I might hurt you. Do you want everyone who sees you at the pool to think your Master is careless in his beatings?”

A shiver ran down her spine at his words, “No, Master,” she said, shaking her head. The words were stunted by the gag clenched between her teeth, but he understood her perfectly.

He gave her a moment to stop shivering, then started another series with the crop. Light hits, all the way from up on her shoulders and neck, down and across her sides, and over her ass and thighs. Nothing that would leave a mark, just enough to leave her teased and tingling all over.

She tried to keep her body still, but it wasn’t easy. She wanted to buck her hips, arch her back, rise to meet every slap, making them hurt more. But she tensed her muscles, trying to keep still for her Master. She wanted to be his Good Girl.

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Vacation: Part 2

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters. Catch up on Chapter 1!


He laughed a little as he crawled over her, the familiar weight of his body pressing her down. Trapped. Hot. Safe. Right where she belonged.

“I know that look, my sloppy little slut,” he said. “I remember when just having me on you was all you could handle, but I’ve spoiled you for too long. That look is, ‘What is Master going to do today?’ And lucky for you, the answer is quite a lot.” He reached over into the toy bag, grabbing a bite gag and sliding it between her lips. “Bite down,” he ordered. “Hard.” He reached behind her head, tightening the strap so she couldn’t do much to wriggle around it.

She looked up at him, trusting him to know her, to care for her. There was no way she could say anything to him now, but she trusted that he would break her down to nothing and build her back up. It was the way they had always been, and she loved it.

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Vacation: Part 1

Welcome to our next serial. A vacation cruise in eight (give or take) parts. Check back Saturdays to see what kind of trouble Mark and Ivy can get into in international waters.


Ivy and Mark walked up to the cruise terminal, their bags whisked away onto the ship. Ivy knew how to cut through the red tape to get them fast passed through the lines. It takes a surprisingly short amount of time to get onto the ship. It’s vast and ornate; every little detail is taken care of. Glasses of wine were handed to them as soon as they got onto the ship, and while most of the rooms were blocked off, Mark and Ivy’s was ready for them. 

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D/s with Jayden and Richard

The other day, I (Jayden) was listening to There’s Nothing Holding Me Back by Shawn Mendes. As I listened to the lyrics, I realized that there are some definite Dominance/submission overtones to it. Lines like:

I wanna follow where she goes
I think about her and she knows it
I wanna let her take control
‘Cause everytime that she gets close, yeah

Oh, I’ve been shaking
I love it when you go crazy
You take all my inhibitions
Baby, there’s nothing holdin’ me back
You take me places that tear up my reputation
Manipulate my decisions
Baby, there’s nothing holdin’ me back

https://genius.com/Shawn-mendes-theres-nothing-holdin-me-back-lyrics

So this got me thinking about what our readers might be curious about. I was curious to know how Richard got into D/s in the first place, so we’re going to share our Origin Stories with you.


Jayden

When I was in high school, my boyfriend and I were fooling around in pretty tame ways, as high schoolers often do. One day, I put my arms up above my head, and he said, “Do you want me to tie them up like that?” I don’t remember what I said, but I do remember being surprised and excited. We agreed to try it the next time I was over. I was super nervous about the whole thing, but it was a great gateway into a relationship that allowed me to explore both sides of Dominance and submission, and although it was very fumbly, I figured out a lot about myself. Thankfully, I think we’ve both learned a lot since then.

Richard

My first experience was also in high school, although I have some memories earlier that seem kink related (did anyone else think skinning your knee on the playground felt kind of good?) It was with my first girlfriend, and like Jayden’s it wasn’t exactly smooth sailing. We were both switches, thought I think we both preferred to be Dominant. One particular memories stands out for me. It was in tenth grade, before we started dating, I remember standing in the middle of the band room when she asked me if I knew what watersports. At the time, the answer was only vaguely, but I think I’ve got it mostly figured out now.