Documenting my journey of becoming a slave

I’ve known that I identify as a submissive for as long as I can remember (discounting the early years of childhood as I can’t remember them). I had a boyfriend when I was 10/11, and I suggested we tie each other up to tickle one another – and we used a tea towel as a blindfold. Once we broke up, I’d sit in my room sometimes, untie the shoelaces from my shoes and use them to tie my hands together. Continue Reading →