A Masochistic Lesbian Slave
Previous Post | Next Post Sometimes words are difficult and playing instead is exactly what I need. It’s how I first connected to Roxy and how I seem to find a kind of joy I haven’t experienced anywhere else. For as long as I can remember I have been interested in rope and getting tied. I’m not sure where the appeal comes from exactly, but Continue Reading →
Continuing where I left off at Part 1: Hot Queer Gay Party, I walked up to the unicorn board. A woman was looking at the board and taking some of the notes down. I think I said hi or perhaps she turned towards me because she noticed someone approaching. Once she saw me, her expression changed, as if she was very excited to have some Continue Reading →
Looking for kinky events to attend I came across this party and thought, that’s one I want to be at. The word hot could have been indicative of a good party but what caught my attention was the word, queer. As you’re well aware, I’m gay so what better place to meet other queers than at a queer party? However, the time of this party Continue Reading →
If you read my post Breaking into the scene? or Attending my first BDSM event you know I was anxious about attending play events or any kinky events for that matter. I freaked out on the Saturday before Sugar Kane, the fetish/play event I planned on going to. My thoughts spiralled, thinking I couldn’t do this and that it was even stupid of me to Continue Reading →
As you are well aware, I am looking for a Mistress; I’m a slave without an owner, of course, I am. Many of you ask me if I have found one yet but like with vanilla relationships, it doesn’t just happen because you want it to. However, I have been wanting to get more involved in the scene and as you might also be aware, Continue Reading →
I used to be afraid of accepting the BDSM/kinky part of myself without truly knowing that I was afraid. I always knew that I was into BDSM and that I wanted to live my life in that lifestyle with someone I could submit to. I absolutely believed in this. I never doubted this. It was way more certain than my sexuality until I figured out I was gay. Yet, I didn’t know I was a slave until Miss Lois truly started helping me open up and exploring this identity of mine. Continue Reading →
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