Owning a slave is much like owning a bike. You don’t just loan your bike to anyone. Maybe your sister (after insistent begging), your neighbor and your best friend. I did the latter. I let my friend play with my slave last night. She had begged and begged and since I was feeling nice I … [Read more…]
It seems I’ve done enough busy blogging and avoiding talking about the issue at hand with my slave. Thanks to everyone who has written inquiries. I’ll give you the cliff notes. The verdict is in: My slave “really really cares” …Or so that’s his excuse for invading my privacy. The issue with slave 2 mushroomed … [Read more…]
It’s only been 3 days since I last wrote but it feels like I have been missing very important therapy sessions. Writing in general has always calmed me, helped me make sense of otherwise messy thoughts, and just downright feels and sounds good. I also like the sound of keys clacking immensely. But what could … [Read more…]
I saw my slave tonight (as do I most nights) and he was all smiles. That’s one of the things I adore about him; he always has a very disarming smile on his face. So, after some training… He made the bed, rubbed my feet, kissed all over my body…and then we began our ritualistic … [Read more…]
The Thinking Dominant usually has some pretty interesting questions to pose. The latest ones are no different. Though I have to admit I have been avoiding answering these questions since they’ve been posted in February…I haven’t wanted to offend anyone but I think I’m ready to answer them honestly. I hope that people reading these … [Read more…]
Thursday night was a pleasant night, filled with tiny surprises throughout. I had a busy, busy day. I attended a privately run BDSM costume party in Philly to photograph the event. The drive there was fun (I find driving very relaxing), the party was astonishing for such a small get-together, and the costumes were just … [Read more…]
You know your slave is doing a good job when he stops you in your tracks and he isn’t even there… Today walking thru my kitchen I paused briefly because I thought I smelled my slave. Yes, I said smell. I have a very keen sense of smell and often associate smells with people. My … [Read more…]
I was talking with the bf the other night when the topic of foreskin came up. Yes, we have the strangest conversations at 4am. But, for those of you who have not had the pleasure, foreskin is that nifty extra skin covering the penis when it has not been hacked…er…circumsized. It is undoubtedly one of … [Read more…]
Today officially signifies the first day of my decision. Yes, I have chosen a slave to consider training and beyond. He was exactly as he said he was (for once), and possibly more. He’s very sweet, has his heart in the right place and more importantly he is very willing to serve this Mistress in … [Read more…]
