Learning how to walk in stilettos

One of the things that had a lot of importance from the start of our dynamic were heels. Naturally, I never wore them, used them or really owned many. I guess you’d have a field day if you enjoy training someone. How many women don’t know how to walk in heels? lol. Continue Reading →

Task: Wear Nail Polish for 10 Days

I hated wearing nail polish. Miss Lois had mentioned nail polish before and I had told her about my dislike. Of course I knew that now it had been mentioned it couldn’t be long before I had to wear it, but one always keeps hoping that the day is never today. Continue Reading →

Pausing slave training

I was very insecure and hated myself a lot, as I still do when I start having a depressive breakdown. I asked her: “Do you ever just wish that you would’ve met someone that’s a true slave but without all this extra baggage?” Continue Reading →

Penetrating the Mind

During my training there’d sometimes be periods where I didn’t need to be punished at all and then suddenly there’d be a streak of instances where I didn’t obey (although it was often a mistake, rather than that I didn’t obey on purpose). Continue Reading →

Learning how to pose / Creating a Fetlife profile

Every time I took a picture for Miss Lois, she said that she wanted me to smile, since I never did. Rather, I looked either uncomfortable, angry or sad… or something, lol. Which is kind of a picture ruiner when the rest looks pretty good… or so I was told. Continue Reading →

Pee in a bowl and then a spider appeared!

She tried to force it out of me by saying how I was a slave and that slaves do as they are told. Usually when she starts demanding it immediately I am more likely to do it sooner. Yet… this didn’t seem to work now. Then I saw a spider. A FUCKING SPIDER! In the corner of my room. It wasn’t a small one. I interrupted my task. I was… well… Continue Reading →

Task: Tiger balm on the clit

Miss Lois often surprised me with the ideas she came up with, or the tools she managed to find when I wasn’t at my home where I have my toys. It wasn’t any different when she asked me if my mum had any tiger balm at home. In my memory, tiger balm had always been something for muscle pain. I had no idea why she wanted me to get that… Continue Reading →

Wearing the Heels OR Stones in my Shoes

You will wear the heels all day and go outside in them while meeting a friend. For every day that you don’t, you will wear the stones in your shoes and this will continue for as long as it takes until you wear the heels for the day. Continue Reading →

Getting used to addressing her as Miss

I never liked the idea of addressing a Mistress by any sort of title. It was one of the things I actively rejected. When I was 14-16, I used to read a lot of erotic stories on the internet and I disliked how in all of them, the submissives had to use titles to address their Dommes / as well as the names the submissives were given (like slut and such). Continue Reading →

First time posing and naked pictures

I can still remember the first time Miss Lois asked me to pose for her on a picture, which was also the same time that I sent her my first naked pictures. I was quite reluctant about this, or conflicted rather. It’s not that I didn’t want to but I had always been told that I should never send or post any naked pictures of myself. I mean… Continue Reading →

How Miss Lois and I met

I was roaming around on Collarspace, not particularly looking for anything or anyone but a distraction. I have to admit that I was still a bit sad and getting over my (mostly vanilla) relationship that had ended a few months ago. But more than that, I was searching to fill the void of the missing kink in my life. I knew I was submissive and I knew I wanted to find a Domme to serve, but I didn’t know where to find it. Continue Reading →

Losing a Mistress… Losing purpose…

In reality, if our relationship had developed enough by then, and she would have wanted it too, I would have chosen to go to the university in her city (and the master would have been fine. I mean, how much do these masters really matter? or degrees, really? It’s not going to help me get a job. The only reason I’m doing them is because I enjoy studying and developing my mind). Continue Reading →

Punishment: Wearing a butt plug all day

Some people wear butt plugs all the time, every day as a subtle reminder. But for me, as everything seemed to do at the start of my training (lol), the idea of wearing one all day was slightly frightening. Continue Reading →

Rules in Miss Lois and my dynamic

Remember that people looking at me, or giving me compliments for the outfit I’m wearing is incredibly positive and makes Miss Lois extremely happy, even if I experience the compliment as negative. (At first I experienced the attention as negative, but later on it became nice and a compliment.) Continue Reading →

Punishment: Wearing stones in shoes

She specified that she wanted me to fill my shoes to a level that I found most uncomfortable, which could be just a few or many (I think I had something in between). The emphasis of pain had to be on the balls of my feet – so stones had to be underneath there. Continue Reading →

Task: Wearing heels at the airport

The evening before my departure, Miss Lois came up with a new task: That to show that I was going to develop even more as a slave once I arrived in this new place, I was to wear a pair of heels from the moment I got off the plane until I’d leave the airport. Continue Reading →

Nipple torture…

Then to my surprise, (again! I just didn’t know what to expect?) she told me to get a clothes hanger (one for hanging up skirts, the ones that have 2 clips attached) and attach those to both my nipples. Continue Reading →

Pantiless to the zoo

Similar to my dread of heels, I dreaded the day when Miss Lois was going to tell me to go without panties. I don’t know why but it actively scared me so. That day I had planned to go to the zoo with my mum. (We had won cheap tickets or something, and were curious about what the zoo was like 10 years after we’d last been. Spoiler alert: it was terrible. The enclosures were way too small for all the animals and most of them were walking around in circles and were clearly not okay. (Am never going to a zoo again.)) Continue Reading →

The 4 aspects of being a slave

So one day she told me to get a piece of paper and divide it in 4 blocks. One for obedience, pain, humiliation and classiness. She then told me to rate them from 1 to 4, one being the most important aspect of being a slave. Continue Reading →

Learning to associate heels with arousal

I never particularly fancied heels. I’m not sure if that’s because I saw them as this evil noise making tool which would make people aware of me being there or because they are, or can be kind of uncomfortable to walk in. Maybe it’s more accurate to say that I didn’t really care about heels. They were simply a type of shoe which could be nice to wear for some occasions. Continue Reading →

Punishment for breaking the ‘only allowed to edge’ rule

I broke a rule I’d been given three times… and so my punishment came in threefold and… I certainly never broke the rule again after Continue Reading →

Learning how to walk in heels

As part of my slave training, I had to learn how to walk in heels with which I struggled SO much. I was afraid of wearing heels because it would draw attention and I liked being invisible Continue Reading →

Task: Wax your Bikini Area

Miss Lois had a new task in mind but she was a little reluctant. She didn’t want me to have to spend money on tasks. So she suggested the following: if I didn’t want to do the task because of the money I wouldn’t have to. But if I didn’t want to do it for any other reason, I would have to do the task like any other. I said I thought that was fair. I had no idea what kind of task she had in mind. Then she said… Continue Reading →

Task: Write ‘slave’ on both my wrists

So one day when Miss Lois came online, she told me to write the word slave on both of my wrists and keep it there till the end of the day. The idea was scary to me – my first thought was: but what if someone sees? Then I turned the idea over in my head and tossed with it until I felt capable to complete this task. Continue Reading →

Wearing a Thong and Skirts for the First Time

Previous Post | Next Post The first task Miss Lois ever gave me was to wear a thong for the first time. When I started talking to Miss Lois several months prior, we didn’t really dive into anything. I was a bit suspicious because I struggle to trust people online because of things that have happened in the past. We’d exchanged messages every now and then, with sometimes breaks of weeks in between until it slowly started to become more Continue Reading →