FemDom
Sissy sluts unite

Earlier in the evening Mistress informed me that we would be having a play-date with another sissy. I was initially surprised and a little nervous but as it got closer to leaving to go to the dungeon, I got more and more excited. I was so excited that I actually got dressed in my full … [Tell me more…]
A state of flux

These were pictures of someone not even remotely like me. A message indicating that a transaction had taken place. I didn’t want to panic, I just wanted answers. I’ve heard that if you tell a lie once all your truths become questionable. This to me sounds reasonable. When we lie, we are stealing social commodity … [Tell me more…]
Mine, yours, not ours

Sharing is caring. But what if you care too much to share? You would think as a practicer of polyamory I’d fully understand and be able to execute the act if sharing my partners but it doesn’t always end up that way. This isn’t a post about poly life. This is a post about the … [Tell me more…]
The unhappy domme

It’s been exactly 110 days since my puppy and I arrived back from overseas and I can’t believe time has passed so quickly. He started his second segment of training a few weeks after arriving and while we started out like a freight train, we’re having a little trouble getting over the bumps we’ve reached. … [Tell me more…]
Rant: Fuck your community

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. … [Tell me more…]
Her pleasure = My priority

WHORE. The word was marked across my chest like a badge of honor instead of the negative insult it can sometimes be seen as. I knew that night I was going to be treated like Mistress’s whore. After a day of kinky shopping, “plans” as she likes to call them had been placed in motion. … [Tell me more…]
It’s all in the wrist

As I type this I can hear his pathetic whimpers from inside the closet. “Mistresssss…..Miss…” he trails off breathlessly. I hate and love his whining in this moment. I refuse to answer. Especially after I’ve specifically told him today not to call me ‘Mistress’ that I wasn’t in fact his ‘Mistress’. “All of this is … [Tell me more…]
