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Every week there will be a BDSM question posed to readers here at BDSM is Love. Feel free to answer it as candidly as you’d like. If you’d like to participate in the discussion please leave a comment on this post, send me an email or post the response on your own blog!
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Master and I played yesterday. Master lovingly tied a karada onto me and we tried the flogging cuffs we’ve seen posted by The Knotty Boys on YouTube recently. (They are great. There is no stress to my wrists no matter how hard I pull on them. Having carpal tunnel, that’s a good thing!) He then [...]

Thank you to everyone who participated in this week’s Thursday Question!
Marks have always been a wonderful thing for me. When I first started out they were like notches in the bedpost about what I’ve tried and haven’t tried. I could itemize them in my head; that was the crop, that was the paddle, that was [...]

Every week there will be a BDSM question posed to readers here at luna’s Journey. Feel free to answer it as candidly as you’d like. If you’d like to participate in the discussion please leave a comment on this post, send me an email or post the response on your own blog!
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Thank you so much to everyone that commented on the Thursday question about the praise, “Good girl.” I loved reading about your thoughts and emotions.
For me, good girl is the catch all phrase for high praise. You hear it alot in some relationships and rarely in others. I think Master and I are more in [...]

Last night was some of the best sex ever! Master and I are still talking about it in whispers and mumblings. “Damn that was hot last night.” You bet it was.
It started out as just, let’s go have sex. Run of the mill type sex. I crawled into bed and laid on my belly ready [...]

I’ve not had a very good couple of days. I don’t know what has triggered this new ’bout of memories, but I’m not liking it and there’s no where I can really turn. My childhood was broken, which sadly isn’t as uncommon anymore as it should be. Since I left home in 1996, I thought [...]