I’ve been thinking about all the things I enjoy about being a Mistress… -The flinching of a sub as I raise my paddle -The sound of spanking -The weight behind a collar tug (the sub following) -Seeing a sub on their knees -Thinking of creative punishments -Turning the idea of “slavery” around (not viewing it … [Read more…]
I kneel for no one. But tonight I did… I knelt for him; my slave. As part of an ongoing journal keeping exercise I assign tasks to my slave on a weekly basis. This week’s task was a hard one: he was to be my Master for one day and I was to be his … [Read more…]
My slave and I are training again….and it brings a smile to my face and a crack in my whip. I’ll be devoting some time to properly track our progress. If you’re interested please check it out the new blog when I make it available to the public. It’ll be updated regularly and accurately.
I never knew that five minutes could feel like an eternity but as he kissed all along my body, stamping those little, perfectly placed kisses that I had come to enjoy and bathe in, that is what it felt like…a five minute eternity. He started with his lips at my lips and worked his way … [Read more…]
Today was a busy day for me. I’ve been doing more than just laying around. I’ve cleaned (a little), changed my whips, paddles, and chains hanging rack to a nice coat, purse, and hat rack, spent time with the cat and more importantly I’ve been out of bed. Still haven’t eaten or slept. I’m starting … [Read more…]
It’s 9am. I type this as my former sleeps in my bed. He breathes heavily and softly all at once, almost sounding like a soft motor in a car. It seems effortless. You’d almost forget he’s hurting. I stare at his face, studying the lines and definitions, that even in the darkness of the room I can … [Read more…]
I can quickly see why that horrible current internet phenomenon “Twitter” might be so popular. I definitely have the urge to micro-blog, to get the thoughts swirling around in my head on paper or out into the cyber world. It almost feels like too much for me to collectively go thru. There were more tears … [Read more…]
Tears obscure my vision as I type these words. I’ve been bawling for hours now and I’m just about all out of tears. I have fucked up. I have taken the main component of every functioning relationship (BDSM or vanilla), trust, and I have smashed it to bits. I cheated on my slave. Yes technically … [Read more…]