A Masochistic Lesbian Submissive
Previous Post | Next Post (Please keep in mind that this post was written a full year ago before the time of publishing.) As I mentioned in the previous post, Lois had recently made me order a few new things, which included black shiny hold-ups. Once I got home from my little trip on the hill I took pictures to show her what the hold-ups Continue Reading →
When I think of BDSM, my mind never really jumps to sex. If you look at the meaning of the letters you’ll notice none of them stands for sex, while there’s certainly an S in the word. But when people hear BDSM they intrinsically think of the bedroom, some handcuffs and otherwise probably some typical vanilla sex. I guess you can’t blame them; porn tends Continue Reading →
For years, I struggled with the idea of my own existence. I didn’t want to be alive and didn’t think I should exist. I preferred to be invisible and part of that meant to never wear anything too nice. I admired women that looked fashionable from a distance, whether they were wearing make-up, trousers, skirts, dresses and/or heels. They seemed so confident and at peace Continue Reading →
I guess you’re wondering what this has to do with kink but one of the things Miss Lois told me to order at some point were specific shoelaces, which partly excited me and partly caused me to feel anxious because oh my god, another exterior change for the public to see! Continue Reading →
Back when I was 18, I met Lisa, a Mistress, on Collarspace. (I address her as Lisa, as I never called her Miss while we were talking.) She was very interested in exploring my mind and loved that I was so inexperienced in every way and embarrassed and shy about my kinky feelings. It made it very easy to activate my submissive side, I guess. Continue Reading →
I struggle quite a bit with depression and often wrote Miss Lois when I was doing poorly. She wasn’t always there to reply and I didn’t expect her to. It was just nice to have a safe space to leave my thoughts, I guess. In the night, I had been sending her messages about how I was feeling. Then in the morning, she came online and asked me how I was doing. Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 Continue Reading →
A lot of people ask me how these 4 pictures came about, and to be honest, I struggle to remember exactly. I was being trained by the online Mistress (Miss Lois) at the time and this was one of her (good) ideas. I don’t know if this is true, but it always felt like she started with having maybe one idea in mind, and then as we went along, new ideas just kept popping up in her mind. But who knows, maybe she planned it all out.
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