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…]
My puppy (and future sissy hubby) is back and it’s been an adjustment for us both. I couldn’t help but chuckle softly as I was watched him express genuine over-the-top anger at the video game he was currently playing as he cursed and threw down the controller. It made me laugh until I caught myself … [Read more…]
“Don’t count the days. Make the days count.” -Muhammad Ali In the next week or so I will be returning home and I will be reunited with my fiance and my Mistress. I spent all of 2016 living with her, thousands of miles from home, being trained and moulded to be the best submissive I could … [Read more…]
You’re not a good dominant if you don’t have a way to make ends meet. You’re not a good dominant if you’re free loading on friends or family. You’re not a good dominant if you don’t have control of your own life. I know that sounds harsh and comes off as elitist but it’s my … [Read more…]
I never like to get on my high horse and it’s part of the reason I’ve kept quiet up until now but silent I can no longer be. This is a growing issue not only in my own local community but across the whole of BDSM communities alike. It’s an issue that is increasingly giving … [Read more…]
‘Only boring people get bored’ my Mom would say to me as a child. I took that to heart as a youngling and made it a philosophy to live by. Anytime I felt ‘bored’ in or by life I found a way to rouse myself out of the funk. This didn’t always end well but it … [Read more…]
There’s no one I love more than myself. I don’t say that to come across as an asshole, I say that because it’s the person I spend the most time with. The one whose mind I get to run rampant through and who I lie awake with each night. Just having passed that day that … [Read more…]
I miss waking up to a plugged, caged, little British boy in my bed…
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 … [Read more…]