A Masochistic Lesbian Slave
Previous Post | Next Post (Please keep in mind that this post was written a full year ago before the time of publishing.) “Am I allowed to take the clamps off please, Mistress?” Lois: “Not yet. Make yourself cum and collect squirt in a bowl or similar, if you squirt.” She wanted me to do what? I mean… I had thought about how she might Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post (Please keep in mind that this post was written a full year ago before the time of publishing.) Lois came online unexpectedly and I was so happy because I was free and no one was home! Maybe we’d finally be able to do a session again? She said that she thought I needed a new mask and that sparked a Continue Reading →
Previous Task | Next Task “Capture the pain somehow of having clamps on your labia, this can be a photo or video.” I hate clamps. Yes, I like pain so it’s a bit of a love-hate relationship but let me repeat myself: I hate clamps! Or, at the very least I hate these clamps, the binder clips and have since the very first time Lois Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post In the previous post, I mentioned that I wasn’t doing too great and my dissociation and depressive thoughts were far stronger than the feeling of serving as a slave, or the feeling of an orgasm; the depressive thoughts were starting to become my truth. Miss Lois and I had last been in touch at 6 PM and at 11.30 PM Continue Reading →
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 →