Scratching

All about the scratch

We are an experienced kinky couple who are very sociable and involved within the local kink scene. We are very respectful, accepting, focused on consent and safety. We are looking for a Domestic slave/sub of any gender for trusted service to my sub and I in a purely kink based dynamic with no sexual component beyond that directly related to kinks included in the dynamic between us that could include chastity, for example. Responsibilities that must be the focus of service are household chores, maid/butler-type service, and other service oriented acts. You would necessarily be heavily involved in the organisation and operation of kink events and play parties, both in preparation before the event and serving guests during the event. We would be interested to discuss the possibility of other kinks such as chastity/denial, impact play, sensation play (think scratching more than feathers), etc. My sub, Aelin, would love to use any potential slave to test out her sadistic side, if there was consent and the dynamic allowed. As the exact working of any kink dynamic is determined by the people involved creating something unique, detailed discussions would follow initial meetings to establish a connection to create a dynamic framework suited to the domestic slave/sub.

Message me with a full introduction if interested for discussions. Must speak English.

Looking for a lady who wants to have a little rope fun for an evening. Some light bondage and sensation play, slapping, tickling, scratching etc. Or maybe even something more aggressive! In SE Idaho area. Let's at least chat!

You wake up in a dimly lit room with your arms bound behind your back and legs pried open with ropes.. Your vision, still foggy from the , began taking in your surroundings. A dilapidated basement with water damaged ceilings and exposed insulations in places where the drywall has rotted away. The hard concrete floor is grey and cracked around the edges. White drag marks and darkened stains spread unevenly across its surface, punctuated by a single drain at the center. Above it, a lonely old light bulb hangs from an exposed wire buzzes quietly as it casts its yellow light on your surroundings. Before you stand an old dressing mirror. Through its reflections, you can see a dimly lit wire frame bed stashed in a corner of the room and some wooden boxes laying haphazardly on the floor.. You stare at your own reflection.. A pitiful looking girl with towel-gaged mouth and tightly bounds limbs looks back at you with tears in her eyes. A sense of dredd rises from deep within you.. a primal instinctive .. you need to get out NOW! Your eyes darted frantically around you as your fingers shakily searches for anything to grab hold of, making faint scratching sounds against the wooden pole it is tied to..

Then.. you heard it..

A faint *sigh floated from the shadows behind you.. and the rusty bed creaked slowly. Your breath catches in your chest, and you watch in horror as a dark shadow slowly sat up from his place of slumber. Your body is frozen as some primal instincts took hold, cutting off all control. You watch as the shadow slowly approaches, stepping into the light. Yet your petrified phyche couldn't register any details. The only thing your mind can focus on were its cold, snake-like eyes... The figure knelt down behind you, and you feel icy fingers slowly crept past your waist as they snaked towards your bound breasts.. digging and dragging, inch by inch, it violated your flesh and sends shivers down your spine.. there is no escape.. You feel a hot breath on your neck and the whispers of a voice dripping with venom.. "You are mine now.."