Take on me

Trite though it is, I'll mention that film, Secretary; one key-scene as a case-in-point, however caricatured... In order to prove that she really wants to be his property, she is made to wait and wait and wait. I think, kitten, you would have got the hump, said 'fuck you!', and left.                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Master DeeOne of my... Continue Reading →


Life long learning

One of the hardest parts for me about being a slave is having my programme re-written. It's hard to unlearn years of second-nature behaviours and have them replaced with things so different to my norm that they only used to exist in the realm of my fantasies. Having me let go of the old me and embrace... Continue Reading →

It’s baaaaaack!

In a shameless effort to increase comments on my blog, because, let's face it, I'm a comment whore, I've decided to bring back the movie quote game- with a slight twist.This time, I've chosen 25 of my favourite quotes from Sex and the City (no quotes from the movie). I need you to tell me... Continue Reading →

Bubble, boil, toil and trouble

I went to bed angry, woke up angry and spent most of the day angry. In fact, I'm still angry. Not 'I-want-to-smash-your-face-in' angry, just a slow simmer with bubbles that break the surface sometimes and result in me muttering angrily to myself when no-one is looking.Yes, I'm red plaging, which is normally in itself the... Continue Reading →

The Lolly Jar

Last night the unspeakable happened....I emptied out the last remaining release in my self-pleasure lolly jar. What once had been brimming with hours of self-inflicted orgasms, is now devoid of life and pleasure. And as I crossed off the last release from the tally sheet on the fridge this morning, I was flooded with memories of... Continue Reading →

I’ve been a bit wordy of late…

....so I've decided to post some pics! I've also just recently become able to look at these pics from our last party a few weeks ago i.e. being able to look without cringing away in absolute horror, so yay for me. Lol. Anyway, without further ado, here they are. This is 'R' the bacon-slicing, cane-loving,... Continue Reading →

The eye of the storm

There's a bit of a conundrum that surrounds the whole submission/dominance thing for me. I mean, I'm not a willing slave and I don't go down the path of submission without a fight. In fact, I scratch and claw before I'm being put in my place, while I am being put in my place and for several hours/days after... Continue Reading →

Slave to the money

One thing I really hate about being employed in anything other than the gainful pursuit of slavery is the fact that I expend so much time and energy in pleasing people who mean absolutely nothing to me.  Master laughingly calls me an 'A+ personality' because I always want to do everything well and unfortunately that... Continue Reading →

Slavely slut or slutty slave?

Master and his 'word porn' are constant sources of pondering material for me. Sometimes I just wish I had a voice recorder to take it all down so I could dissect what he says and process it a bit better. As it is, my sieve-like memory only leaves me with disjointed fragments and scraps of his 'word... Continue Reading →

There’s a cicada in the lounge room

I announced to Master the other night that I was thinking about applying for the permanent positions that they are offering at work. In a momentary lapse of reason brought about by a couple of days where I actually enjoyed work I had been thinking that it wouldn't be too bad to continue doing my job with... Continue Reading →

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