I’ve written and rewritten this entry about my meeting with my puppy from overseas but nothing has felt right. Nothing has been able to convey the sheer level of connection that we experienced in his short time here. I can only describe it as serendipity. We met online by chance. We live thousands miles apart … [Tell me more…]
“What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without cumming?” “Erm, it was 8 days Mistress.” I said nervously into the phone. ‘Hahahahahaha!” She laughed. “Oh puppy, we will do better” This was one of the first questions Mistress asked me when she first took me under her care, and placed me in her 126 Day Training … [Tell me more…]
“I want to do the most disgusting fucked up shit with you,” he said with a sigh into the telephone. I squeezed my eyes tightly, gripping my own phone and tried to stop the flash of images running through my mind: Taking him over my knee and spanking him until he cried and then as … [Tell me more…]
I am a FemDom. I am a female dominant who controls the relationships I am in through the use of power exchange and an overall power dynamic. This is my public service announcement to say something that has really irritated me for quite some time. FEMDOM ≠ Strap-on play! It doesn’t equal pegging, anal play, … [Tell me more…]
It was a welcome change of pace: My first ever big kink event outside of a dungeon and I was surrounded by a large number of kinksters who I identified with. I’m certainly not one who prefers to be surrounded only by people who share the same skin color as me, but I do find … [Tell me more…]
I’m in a BDSM slump. I’ve been in them before but they usually fix themselves before long. They’ve not lasted for a year or more, yet here I am. There was a time long ago in my early scene years where I thought I liked training submissives. I was good at it. It was a … [Tell me more…]
I’m having a mid-kink identity crisis. I’ve come to notice it’s not as easy as, “I think therefore I am” within the kink community or kinky mindset. Over the years I’ve evolved into my own image of what I want to embody as kink. There are certain activities I won’t engage in and others I … [Tell me more…]
He closed his eyes and smiled, his face pressing between my toes like Play-Doh, oozing around the painted pretties. I half halfheartedly returned a smile but continued to read my book nearly unfazed by him. A grown man on his knees, dressed in a decent suit covering his face with my feet, kissing my soles, and sniffing … [Tell me more…]
He sits now at my feet, not only minutes ago moaning and squirming in my bed as he exploded into his hand and down his stomach in spurts. Today was his masturbation day. Each week he is required to masturbate on the same three days, sometimes supervised sometimes not. Today I watched. I scratched … [Tell me more…]