Kia T Cooper-Erbst
Writer, poet, author. submissive to my Daddy Don. Mom of three wonderful human beings.
It was the Friday before Halloween, the wind was blowing in heavy gusts outside the windows of my car. The house stood on the outer limits of the town, surrounded by a ragged broken down white and green striped picket fence. The grass was browning in some spots or dead in others, making a mockery of the one lone green patch beneath one of the lower windows that was framed by an awning that had obviously seen better days. The whole house to the naked eye appeared to be forgotten and unloved, abandoned by everyone and everything . A sign affixed to the side of the house stated its name as The Hallows, a designation as being one of a few that have withstood the test of time and history.
Toy piercings pt 1
The air in the large somewhat empty room was a bit chilly as Miss Brooke waited for Don and His slut. She wandered around, setting out Her piercing equipment as well as some of the other toys that they had chosen to be used on the slut, toy. Brooke smiled, thinking of her own diabolical instruments that she was being allowed to use in conjunction with His. Her eyes swept over the wide bed with its stirrups and restraints ready to use that would allow them access to toy’s cunt and arse. Her smile turned cold in expectation as Don walked in leading toy on her leash.
Toy piercings pt 2
*part 2* Panting, twitching from my denied orgasm, I strive to hear their whispers as Brooke moves away from Daddy, her body gleaming with sweat and arousal as she picks up another set of restraints and walks back over to me with an icy smile. One slim nail trailed over my bandaged tits before meandering down over my quivering tummy to the top of my mons.
she was called love
*Present Day* She stood in the mirror nude eyes raking over her body taking in the fresh redness of her whipped skin, the welts showing over the faded ones of the past. A ghost of a smile remained as she took in the current nipple piercings and the tiny tat beneath her right breast before turning and looking at her back in the double full length mirror. A shudder and trickles of wetness seeped down her thighs as she saw the Double brand of her owner centered on her buttocks. Her hands traced over the collar that was locked permanently around her throat then down over her body. Turning away from the mirror she walked over to the bed engraved “love” the name her Owner called her. She barely remembered her birth name or any other one after all these years. Love smiled as thoughts of her Master came to mind and how she had come to be His.
Women first ~finale
** A first that is happening as we speak** First Black Woman Supreme Court Justice. Can't wait to see this. For my wrap up to Women's History Month, I present to you First. Without this one....... we wouldn't have educators, entertainers, writers, inventors, supermodels, sports stars and politicians.All are slices of life and different in their respective fields helping us give homage to all women.