If things were different…

If things were different,I'd be a better slave. I'd wear boots and primp and preen. I'd kneel at his feet and preempt his slightest need."Would you like a coffee, a massage, some relaxation therapy perhaps?"I'd serve his coffee with a smile, massage with finesse and never, ever get lock-jaw.If things were different,I'd be a better slave.I'd be a... Continue Reading →

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The day

She spent the night in her cage, balled up inside the bars. A chain snakes down through the top of the cage and is attached to her collar. Padlocks on both of the door latches remind her that for the next twenty four hours, she is living completely according to the whims of her Master. No speaking except when... Continue Reading →

Slave to the O Ring

I've had quite a few comments over the past two weeks during my prac teaching from inquisitive teenagers about the 'thing' I am wearing around my neck. Questions have ranged from, "Isn't that heavy?" to "How come you wear it all the time?". It's quite funny considering that all the comments have come from girls... Continue Reading →

Preconceptions

I think each and every one of us goes into a D/s relationship with some sort of preconception about what will happen and what our 'new' lives will be like. Most subbies probably imagine beatings and bondage and I imagine most domly ones imagine service and fuckfests. In this day and age where so many people... Continue Reading →

Chinese water torture

The last few days have been an absolute shocker. And I have to say that the icing on the cake was today. I was supposed to have an ultrasound on my pelvis in an attempt to ascertain what my phantom pain is. This involves drinking 1 1/2 litres of water in an hour and holding... Continue Reading →

Yoyuu

I've written a little bit before about my favourite words and the one that springs to mind at the moment is "yoyuu". Loosely translated, it means 'extra space', i.e. that little bit of breathing room that allows you to pour your heart and soul into something. You know when you have fingers in too many... Continue Reading →

Compulsions

A sudden thought came to me the other night..."What if I just didn't obey?"I was thinking that there are times that people just won't do what you tell them to do and there is very little that you can do to make them. What if one day I woke up and just thought, "Nope, I'm... Continue Reading →

Snippets

So I'm off to do prac teaching for two weeks at a secondary school tomorrow and at the moment, I'm praying that the kiddies don't eat me alive. I suggested to Master that he take my collar off because the kids were bound to ask questions and that it mightn't conform with the 'dress standards'.... Continue Reading →

Blissful ignorance

So this is post number three of my forced week of daily bloggings, thanks to my trade off of a cropping a few days ago. I also owe Master a pedicure in boots (no, he's not going to be wearing boots for the pedicure, I am! Lol...) after losing a bet about how much it... Continue Reading →

Tricks of the trade

Master likes playing games. His games revolve around 'excuses' to cane/crop/flog me and trade offs for nasty things. I don't really get it. If he can do whatever he wants, whenever he wants to me, why is he 'looking' for excuses to do and not to do things to me?Our famous vw bug, land rover... Continue Reading →

Going, going, gone

Ever had the feeling that you've just got to cum or you're going to die?About 3 times a day actually...lol...My brain relocates and takes up residence in my cunt on a regular basis and it just drives me insane. What drives me even more insane is the fact that I can't bring myself to touch myself in those situations.... Continue Reading →

The dark side of the mask

'The Man in the Iron Mask' and 'The Phantom of the Opera' are two of my favourite stories. They are classic tales of people locked away, their humanity denied and me being me, I find them really erotic.Masks are hot-and I don't just mean in the 'Hey, it feels like a sauna in here!' kind... Continue Reading →

Celebrations

Going back about a month now, was that lovely day for cupids and roses, St. Valentine's Day. For one reason or another, I didn't buy Master a Valentine's Day present-it just didn't seem the right thing to do. Afterall, this wasn't a romance, this was slavery!As far as I'm concerned, love is a bit of... Continue Reading →

Wellness

I'll spare you all the gory details of my 'Is my appendix going to burst any second?' week, which revolved around my appendix, my bowel, my cunt and last, but definitely not least, Master's birthday, suffice to say that I have not been well. However, just in case you do want some more details, here... Continue Reading →

Why

12 months ago I was in a very different situation. 'Renunciation' was the title of an entry I made at that time and if you read it, you'll see that I wasn't in a very good headspace. At that time I was flagellating my previous owner's ass all over this blog about his lack of  'domliness'. A few weeks... Continue Reading →

Roles

Q: When is a role not a role?Something I've been pondering for a while is, am I a slave or is the role I play that of a slave? It's something I think about often and I'm not sure that I'm any closer to having an answer to it than I was a year ago. I've... Continue Reading →

Ma and Pa Clamp it

Master and I had a long 'banter session' in bed last night. Some of our banter sessions involve talking about the past week, or the coming days, sharing hopes, fears and dreams and some of our banter sessions involve him mercilessly reiterating what I am until I think my ears will bleed. Last night we... Continue Reading →

Breasting the waves

Master is a man fixated with titties. Now, I don't mean to state the obvious, but I haven't actually met a man who isn't...lol. He likes to feel them brushing up against him as he enjoys his relaxation therapy and he likes to fiddle with them whenever they are within arm's reach. Today he did... Continue Reading →

Week end

To borrow a line from the lovely fucktoy , today was "lock down" day...or perhaps I should call it "shut up and locked out" day. Settling down to watch a movie, Master decided to have a little fun: "Why aren't you naked with boots on?" (thinking 'duh, 'cause you didn't tell me!' but answering with... Continue Reading →

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