Just Breathe
I like pain. I like nipple clamps. I like kneeling for him. But I’m 42 years old and have been living, like you, through a pandemic for the last three years. My body is no longer in the “doing kinky Continue reading Just Breathe
I like pain. I like nipple clamps. I like kneeling for him. But I’m 42 years old and have been living, like you, through a pandemic for the last three years. My body is no longer in the “doing kinky Continue reading Just Breathe
Two weeks later, I’m definitely meeting my goals for exercise: He has rewarded me with five orgasms each weekend, one for each star. These two weeks have also gotten me to my candle goal, so that’s been ordered, as well. Continue reading Two Weeks In
I’ve been on a quest to lose weight for just over four years now. I have not been, ultimately, successful. Be it willpower, genetics, the pandemic, or just the way things are. So, I have switched tactics to focus on Continue reading The Challenge
I usually say to Him: no hospital, jail, nor morgue. We tease that I have “no limits” with Him, or that He has “taken them all away.” But it’s not actually true. I don’t generally approve of things like forced Continue reading Negotiation
Thinking about limits again because He asked. I’ve been in therapy for years now because of self esteem, communication, and depression issues. I am very good at tearing myself down, not feeling worthy, not standing up for myself, and letting Continue reading Mental Limit
Woke up early to clean and shop. A bundle of nerves, but no expectations. We’ll just hang out, have some food, and see where things go. He seems agreeable to some type of violence, and eager, even. As eager as Continue reading Old Words and A Violent Birthday
Looking forward to Winter Wickedness this weekend. So, not much brain power to spare. Have a small thing I wrote this week: Floggers slamming. Whips cracking. Paddles smacking. Hands pounding. Voice screaming. Heart thrumming. Skin burning. Nerves shrieking. Body trembles. Continue reading Crumbling
I swear, a lotStingy things make me swear a lot more I’m very sarcasticSleep dep/exhaustion/late nights make me lose whatever filter I may haveI’m always tired If I say no, it may not mean neverLikely, I’ll be the one to Continue reading Playing With The Imp
I remember this conversation so clearly, but it was so many years ago. I searched through the old posts of that time, but I guess I never specifically wrote about it. There was a Lot going on at the time. Continue reading TBT: Rabbit Hole
Self care isn’t just about eating right, exercising, and sleeping. It is also caring about your own happiness, and not staying in situations that make you miserable. It’s about speaking up for yourself and going after what you want. I am Continue reading Self Care