A Masochistic Lesbian Slave
Roxy recently moved flats and very enthusiastically showed me her new four poster bed when I came over for the first time. She suggested that this bed would be great for play, and I remember thinking: I’m sure it would be… and pictured the different positions she might put me in. On my third visit to her new flat, I brought along a bondage restraint that I Continue Reading →
On New Year’s Eve, I asked Roxy if we would play tonight. I thought we might but it would have been okay if we didn’t; I was happy enough that we were together but she said we would, she was wearing her belt. “Great,” I said quite nonchalantly, conscious about not wanting to seem too excited (I was very excited, obv). Twelve ‘o clock came Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post I woke up at 9 am by my alarm and got up to have my own breakfast before preparing hers. I didn’t really need an hour though it was nice to take it slow as I was rather sleepy. I waited in the kitchen until the 09:59 on my phone changed to 10:00 and pushed the door open ever so Continue Reading →
Previous Task | Next Task “Get your bum red from some self spanking with a paddle (don’t forget to film it for your fans) and once you’ve done that, apply some baby oil and take a picture, I advise standing over a desk lamp with uplighting.” Self-spanking, mhhmmm, that’s something I’ve done quite often recently. I have to say, it wasn’t particularly something I fancied Continue Reading →
Spooned I recently opened my own Clips4Sale account and have been trying out some self spanking, which is fun! I’ve now tried barehand spanking, paddle spanking and yesterday, I used a wooden spoon and this picture is the result. I can tell you I could feel it when I sat down, lol. You can buy the wooden spoon spanking clip here. Afterwards, I thought I’d Continue Reading →
As you all know I will very shortly be caned for the first time; it’s tomorrow, in fact. Therefore, I thought it’d be good to finally write the post about when I got spanked for the first time, as the follow up will be a bit more extreme and might show some symbolic development compared to this post. I met my ex when I was Continue Reading →
Marks, mhm… I love marks because they are a visible reminder of the good time we had and sometimes they leave a soft sting of pain. Walking away from a task with marks reminds me of the pain I might have endured or whatever message a Domme wanted to instil in me. Having marks can be a moment of pride because it shows that what Continue Reading →