About

The story so far… I spent most of my ‘adult life’ in Japan, leaving home as soon as I finished high school. I did my undergraduate degree in Tokyo and ran a little freelance J>E translation business from my ’2×4′ apartment (that wasn’t the method of construction, that was the size…lol.) All in all, I was there for about 11 years.

Interested in chains and cuffs and naughty little things from a young age, I practised self-bondage for quite a few years in my vanilla relationship. While keeping it ‘under wraps’ (sorry about the pun…), I went about my daily life and even managed to get myself married. A couple of years down the track, I realised that it just ‘didn’t fit’. He wanted kids, I didn’t and he knew nothing about my ‘darker side’.

After some ‘online D/s’ I was tempted by the sweet words of a domly one, promptly divorced hubby and came back to Australia with just a suitcase in hand. It turned out that the ‘dom’ had lied outrageously to me – in that he had a criminal record, had very limited D/s experience, was struggling with his own demons and was not in a position to be my owner and protector. I’d sacrificed a lot for a relationship I thought would make me happy, so I gave him many opportunities to change for the better. But of course, he never did and I left after a year.

During all of that I’d been chatting with M off and on for twelve months. He had always had a friendly ear for my troubles and there were many times when we were chatting that I wished he was ‘my owner’. So after doing some healing and rethinking things, over to the other side of Australia I came to be with him.

M took absolutely no time to impose his ownership on me, and promptly pierced me with six labia rings and a clithood barbell, tattooed my rump with the Japanese characters for ‘slave’ and locked a steel collar on that never comes off. We changed the middle two rings for barbells at the beginning of 2009 and six months later one of the barbells migrated out. In late 2009 I removed the other barbell as the pain was just getting ridiculous and it was migrating out anyway. Now I have just the four labia rings and the clithood barbell.

In 2007 I went back to university and did a postgraduate diploma in education, thinking to become a Japanese teacher. My experience as a prac teacher quickly put an end to my teaching ambitions and although I completed the degree and got my piece of paper, I’ve never had a job as a high-school teacher. I was a houseslave for a while and thought I wouldn’t work at all, but having Master away so much for his work at the time meant I had a little bit too much time on my hands.

In 2008 I became a public servant and hated every minute of it, so I started 2009 with a new part-time job in a Japanese trading house.

In September ’09 M was made redundant thanks to that lovely thing called the global financial crisis, or as it’s more commonly known, an ass-hole boss. His search for work continued into 2010 and a week before we headed off to Japan on a long-planned two-week holiday he got a job that was looking like it was going to turn into a permanent role, but alas six months later, he was told his contract wouldn’t be renewed.

Around April of 2010 I had some serious misgivings about this thing called slavery and after a month of gradually having a quiet melt-down inside, I came to the conclusion that I didn’t want to be a slave anymore.

In January 2011 I started a new full-time role at an Australian company exporting to Japan. M is still currently looking for work, but we’re hopeful something will turn up soon. In 2011 we’re also hoping to go back to Japan for another holiday – but this time we’ll go for longer.

The Great Switcheroo of 2011 occurred in September 2011. This is where M became the slave and I became the Mistress. I’m not quite sure how it happened, but I think it was evolutionary – I couldn’t be the slave that I wanted to be and we can only live as M/s, so that left only M to wear the collar. I’m not really sure where I want to go with this new role, but it’s something new to experience.

I’ve always struggled with M/s and mostly this blog has been a collection of my ponderings and angst. It’s definitely not a full picture of the life I lead or the unique relationship I have with M because it’s just a disjointed collection of thoughts and raw feelings. M has a blog too in which he chronicles his day-to-day and shares some of the photos that he takes of anything that catches his fancy (although there seem to be a disproportionate number of boot shots in there )

Currently happily living with my M north of the river in Perth, Western Australia and sharing the ups and downs of life.