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
As the daughter and sister of ministers, you can imagine that being kinky and poly doesn’t come up at family dinners very often. I wonder what it would be like to be truly me. To be open and honest with the world. I’m considering letting more people know about the blog, it wouldn’t remain anonymous in anything but name if I did. Continue reading Coming Out
Some days, I suffer to please him. Some days, his darkness needs fed. Even in that darkness, he needs reassurance. Needs to know that it isn’t driving me away. In that darkness, I know that he still loves me, that Continue reading Suffering
“So, your white knight is coming to save you, is he?” He towered over her, pulling things out of his black leather bag. “Yes, sir.” She knelt, head down beside the bed. “Well, then, we must be creative, can’t have Continue reading Abandoned
I have had scenes lately where there comes a decision point to call Red or surrender. The point when the pain and the fear has me in tears and I want nothing more than for it to stop. These Continue reading Surrender
Fear play. Clothespins mean fear to me. A straitjacket and nipple clamps mean fear to me. Combining these with abandonment scenes means fear to me. I have heard people wonder if fear scenes are less effective if you know and Continue reading Fear