A Masochistic Lesbian Slave
I love knowing that Roxy and I are going to play. When we go to certain places it no longer has to be said and there’s simply a knowledge that we will, which makes me happy. I don’t tend to ask what we’re going to do and only inform her if I need to be unmarked or not. When the evening fell we went to Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post You may have noticed TmuT wasn’t updated last Tuesday and I haven’t been reading other peoples blogs or writing much myself. I’ll get back to it. I’m just having a bit of a stressful time right now. TmuT will be updated again next Tuesday. (Please keep in mind that this post was written a full year ago before the time Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post Note: All the following Lois posts were written over a year ago. They’re all done and ready to be published. I think there’s about 15 left till we reach the end of that dynamic. Five days after Lois had me insert keys into my vagina, lip balm in my butt and sit on the edge of a table my clit 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 →
I never really thought of what a service sub is because I think all submissives (and dominants) are doing things in service of each other. A submissive kneeling in front of their dominant is a very clear sign of service; wearing a collar too is in service of. On the other hand, a dominant taking care of their submissive is in service of them. For Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post You’ve already read a post about how I got to deserving to call Lois my Mistress but I realised that I forgot a bit about that. In that post, I’ve shown you the reasons why this was important, what I had to do to deserve it and why it was a good thing for both of us. Part of that Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post As I wrote in this post, Lois had made me the offer that I could ask her to use the hot sauce while on webcam. However, we had never done a task or kinky play on webcam yet and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Or maybe I was. I knew I wanted to but the idea was Continue Reading →
“Shame attends only where we are interested.” I came across this quote in Failing Desire by Karmen MacKendrick, a book I recently started reading because Roxy recommended it and my interest in kink and shame. The book “draws on theology and queer theory to argue for the power of humiliating pleasures in a culture oriented very strongly to denying any enjoyment that is not about Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post A chore made a task… Miss Lois sure knows how to do that. I complained to her how I had to call a call centre to fix a certain problem I had with ordering some pair of shoes that Miss Lois had told me to get. I had to call as they didn’t have an online chat help centre (yet?) Continue Reading →
She then told me to take a picture of myself in the most humiliating position that I could think off… which… I hate this. Having to come up with positions myself because I’m not sure what’s embarrassing exactly because I don’t always feel certain positions as embarrassing. Additionally having to think of one myself makes me worry because what if it’s not good enough? Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →