Me. The Mistress. The Femdom wife. The girlfriend. The committed nesting partner. Me. You would think with a slew of labels like that it would really be all about me though wouldn’t it? But today as I made the same, short drive I make at least a dozen times a week from my boyfriend’s house … [Read more…]
I’ve learned I love him too much…if there is such a thing. When he’s around I can’t think entirely straight. My heart flip flops, my focus zeros in on him in classic tunnel vision and it’s all I can do to keep my wits about me. Oh I can choke him until he’s blue. Promptly … [Read more…]
Seriously. I’m not trying to be hateful, just honest. I’ve had the pleasure (mostly) of being able to be a part of local BDSM communities around the world. Some have run like well oiled machines, friendly faces and helping hands all around. Others have been run like the classroom of a preschool teacher’s worst nightmare. … [Read more…]
Order has been restored
It’s been more than three months since the boy stopped coming wherever he so pleased and into a cup. He understands his punishment and while he might not like it, he is always eager to fulfill it. Not the boy’s cup but very similar I can tell that he does not enjoy it or even … [Read more…]
I always seem to find the perfect guy…when I’m already in a relationship. Being the good person that I am I don’t cheat. No. I’ve never cheated. I’ve been cheated on but have never cheated. Instead I resort to the agonizing internal self-infliction—the “What if” game. What if I were single? What if I got … [Read more…]
When do you get rest and relaxation in the scene when you’re searching for someone? As a dominant I often hold my breath after meeting someone new and taking them into my life. I never know if it will work out, what struggles we’ll encounter, or how we’ll actually mesh up together once we bring … [Read more…]
I want to see you. The five words stared up at me from my phone, silently beckoning me to me respond. But I ignored it for two days. Please see me. This text 48 hours later seemed more honest. He was begging and I liked that as I was deciding whether or not to ignore … [Read more…]
I’ve nicknamed my breasts “Thelma & Louise” (bet you can’t guess which is which!) because these girls are always getting me in trouble. When I first started to “develop” I was big into sports and soccer was a favorite of mine. I was the short, wide-shouldered girl who played defense and was nicknamed “The Wall”. … [Read more…]