I woke up this morning naked, drunk, in a strange apartment and slightly sore between my legs. I know, that’s one hell of a Thursday night…but let me back up the story so I don’t come off sounding like a five-dollar hooker who was slipped some roofies. Tuesday night I had my first real kiss … [Tell me more…]
The longer I am without BDSM the more I yearn for it. I unconvincingly have tried to lie to myself and say “You don’t need this” but fuck it: I do. This is my life. This is who I am. For now anyway… Which is why I’m going to meet a new potential slave next week. … [Tell me more…]
I received the CB-6000 I ordered a while ago. What’s a cock cage without a cock? I was really happy to have it but quickly realized that I didn’t have anyone to cage up. No one to train, spank, tease and then so skillfully deny. It’s been about 10-15 days now without my former … [Tell me more…]
It’s funny how when you first embark on something new and unfamiliar you find yourself trying to predict what will befall you. Sometimes, I try to think of the most absurd things happening and then try to plan ahead for that. I am a planner with things that are important to me. I try to … [Tell me more…]
For those of you who don’t know my slave and I are embarking on a task this week…it’s a 24/7 Live-In Environment Trial. So far we are doing well and I like it very much. But usually before bed he has to complete a ‘Nightly Ritual’ with me. It is pretty standard but whenever we … [Tell me 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 (24 hours) and I was to be … [Tell me more…]
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 … [Tell me more…]
Owning a slave is much like owning a bike. You don’t just loan your bike to anyone. Maybe your sister (after insistent begging), your neighbor and your best friend. I did the latter. I let my friend play with my slave last night. She had begged and begged and since I was feeling nice I … [Tell me more…]
It seems I’ve done enough busy blogging and avoiding talking about the issue at hand with my slave. Thanks to everyone who has written inquiries. I’ll give you the cliff notes. The verdict is in: My slave “really really cares” …Or so that’s his excuse for invading my privacy. The issue with slave 2 mushroomed … [Tell me more…]