It was a case of “don’t ask, don’t tell.” My first step was placing an ad on nerve.com, a kind of intellectual version of Craigslist’s Casual Encounters.Under the heading: “Good girl seeks experience,” it read: “I’m a 44-year-old professional, educated, attractive woman in an open marriage, seeking single men age 35-50 to help me explore my sexuality.Before then, starting a family had felt like one route to this elusive state of feminine fulfillment.But Scott had made it absolutely clear he never wanted a baby, and even had a vasectomy.This year is running an anti-Valentine’s campaign of sorts.
Both of us could sleep with whomever we chose as long as we used protection.
But when her captor opens the door to beat her lightly with a stick, before plunging her back into darkness again?
Not so much adding insult to injury as adding agony to pain.
Ashley Lane certainly seems to think so in this week’s cabin-intrusion fantasia from Infernal Restraints: Elsewhere on Bondage Blog: Ladies, this is what happens if you listen to a celebrity who sells bogus cures that involve forcing herbal steam up your snatch.
One thing leads to another, and before you know it, you’re the captive of a satanic cult that’s steaming your nipples off over a charcoal brazier and a brass bowl full of bubbling acid.