The end is nigh

Wow...that's all I can  I'm touched by the responses of everyone who gave me a 'chin up' after the comments of a particularly critical reader on my last post. Thanks so much. I sometimes wonder if anyone gives a shit about what I write, but now I know people do. It makes a girl... Continue Reading →


A deadly sin

Disclaimer: What you are about to read may be totally incomprehensible to some readers.I've been doing some thinking. Thinking about life, about me, about why I have been put onto this earth. I have an idea that everyone is here for a reason. Life is not created out of the void simply to return to... Continue Reading →

Pump it real good

Well, it's all over for another year-the over-eating, the lazing around doing nothing, the pumping for information that I receive from distant family members.It was all pretty painless actually. There were a few questions along the lines of,  'So, who is this guy you are living with?' and a couple of classic questions along the lines... Continue Reading →

The Doomed Roadtrip

When Master came and picked me up on Tuesday afternoon from work and there were two dents in the car, I should have known things were not looking good: "I smacked into the concrete pole as I was going around the corner in the carpark. I can't believe I did it. I can't believe it....I... Continue Reading →

Hit the road Jack

Packing tonight for our road-trip from hell, I was wandering in and out of the lounge room, shuffling between the Master bedroom, which literally is Master's bedroom, and my bedroom, which Master likes to call my 'cell' at the back of the house."What are you doing?" (He'll ask me that even if I'm wearing pink... Continue Reading →

It’s all in the mind

After our little visit from the mystery shopper yesterday, today was a subdued Sunday. Some ravishing in the morning, a trip to a lovely little Vietnamese place for lunch, a drive along the beach afterward (Master asked if I wanted a 'scenic route', to which I asked, 'Is that like me in boots on a beach... Continue Reading →

Open slave day

Step right up! Step right up! Come and see the mysteries of the captive slavegirl. You can see her, but she can't see you. Our blindfold ensures complete privacy. Marvel at her collar, her leash, the boots that encase her legs. See how obediently she follows commands. Watch as she kneels, crawls, turns around and... Continue Reading →

Tattoo…and Mr. Roarke

Just a drop, that's all I need. Too much and it will be ruined, too little and it won't be the right consistency. It's a careful balance of chemistry and know-how and the precious white powder is too valuable to waste. Hunched over the spoon in the bathroom, it's a dark and dirty addiction. At peak times,... Continue Reading →


I was told today that I am going to be inspected on the weekend. My first thought was Thank god, I’m having my pussy brazillianed on Saturday and then my next immediate thought was Oh fuck, someone else is going to see me naked. After we came home from the movies (Casino Royale…mmm…Daniel Craig…mmm..choctop) Master... Continue Reading →


"How did you reconcile your sexual fantasies with the fact that you didn't let your ex-husband fuck you?" This was the question posed to me by Master this evening in his daily use session, right after the intense mind-fuck/grilling and squeezing of my throat, but prior to his relaxation time. I suppose the simple answer... Continue Reading →


A collection of a few of the moments that have stood out in my life over the past couple of weeks... 1. I've had to admit that the Apollo moon landing wasn't fake. After proclaiming that the moon landings were staged by NASA, I was given a task by Master to research the evidence for... Continue Reading →


Something that doesn't happen very often has occurred today...wait for it....I have nothing to say! Very rarely am I stuck for words and it's often the case that I have verbal diarrhea, which is usually ascerbated by the imbibing of alcoholic beverages. This really is a rare occurrence. But I'll see what thoughts I can... Continue Reading →

Addicted to use

"Were you a bit angry about what I wrote in my journal yesterday?" "What do you mean?" "About how I came in to wake you up because I was horny as hell and needed release..." "I was glad you came in. I've been telling you since August to wake me up anytime in the night when there's something... Continue Reading →


Reverend mother, I must confess. It's been two weeks since I last held my legs together. What's even scarier is that it's true! I can't cross my legs, I can't lay in the foetal position and I can't wear anything resembling underwear or jeans/pants/shorts etc. For two weeks now I've been a free agent-in the... Continue Reading →

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