Phobia – an irrational, intense and persistent fear. I have three. Two have been tested recently. The third, needles, I am still working towards. Sparklers were used in the most recent scene. A snake was used some weeks ago. I Continue reading Facing My Fears
Last night was an wonderful scene. It started out as teaching a new person about how we flog. He dragged me up from kneeling by the hair and asked if this piece of meat would do. She agreed and I Continue reading Joy in Pain
A short post today. It’s been a busy week and I have more things still to do. What turns me on? I’ve posted about my fantasies. I’ve posted about my kinks. But what really turns me on? The simple things. Continue reading Turn Ons
Last week’s post marked one year exactly, of this blog being published. It also was the first post directly posted here. A lot has happened in a year, and I am working on pulling all my blog entries, journal entries, Continue reading One Year Ago
I often think of this question in terms of the physical. What can he DO to turn me on? This is often the easy answer, the safe answer. It involves the surface of my being. Often it involves involuntary physical Continue reading What Turns You On?
Ritual: Any practice or pattern of behavior regularly performed in a set manner. This week, I was asked to create a purging ritual that accepts the scene for what it was to myself as object and free myself as girlfriend Continue reading Ritual
Needles. I’m going to buy needles soon. I’m going to bring them to him. I’m going to ask him to put them in me. As many as he likes, wherever he likes. I am terrified of needles. Just reading threads Continue reading One little, two little, three little…
In retail, the Holiday season ends on December 24th, and the Return season begins on December 26th. But that’s not what I mean, I don’t mean things you get that you don’t want. Things you get two or three of Continue reading Gifts We Return
I am fairly secure in what I do. I enjoy my play. I enjoy my darkness and my light. I have the highest self esteem of my entire life. As noted previously, I enjoy my marks and bruises. The thing Continue reading Sub Drop
Some months ago, I wanted to cry and I was ashamed of that desire. Not just cry, I wanted to be Made to cry. I wanted to be pushed so hard that tears came bursting forth in and uncontrollable fury. Continue reading It’s a Crying Shame