A Masochistic Lesbian Submissive
Previous Task | Next Task “If you have staplers and needles I want to see your belly button stapled and/or with needles in it.” Aah, really?! That’s what you want me to do as a second task?! A week ago or so a friend said to me about how I had put needles in my belly button before and I corrected her then: “Not in, but Continue Reading →
Last week, Roxy and I brought another visit to the dungeon. She’d given me the task to braid rope into my hair in preparation and handed me a bundle of impact toys and rope to take to the playroom upstairs. It felt a bit ridiculous carrying these, not least because I was holding my own tools of torture but also because there were too many Continue Reading →
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 →
Previous Post | Next Post (Please keep in mind that this post was written a full year ago before the time of publishing.) After getting off the train, home and upstairs, Lois asked me to turn on the webcam and to check what was in the room. I was visiting my dad so I didn’t have a lot of toys with me. In the meantime, Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Post When Lois told me to get two new toys (an inflatable butt plug and a remote control vibrator) I was equally excited and a little scared. I was impatient over the delivery time, excited when they arrived and when Lois came online and asked me if I was indeed excitement, I wasn’t so sure anymore. Instead, I was afraid of it 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 Task | Next Task This task, unlike the others, wasn’t planned. I was taking some naked pictures in a forested place about a 30-minute uphill bicycle ride from where I live. I’ve seen people walk here but generally, the place appears to be secluded. Still, when I get there I jump over a fence to steer away from the main path. Naked Pictures The Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next post For a long while, I didn’t care much about having orgasms. They were sort of nice, but not so nice that I wanted to have them all the time. In fact, it kind of took a lot of effort to get there. Using vibrators helped, but even then, I didn’t feel like the effort was worth those few seconds of Continue Reading →
Previous task | Next task “Put on your favourite underwear, doesn’t matter whether it’s ugly or pretty, dig out your tiger balm and apply a small amount to your clit. Take a picture, get creative.” Tiger balm! It’s been a while. I wondered what my favourite underwear was. My entire drawer is very boring and consists only of black thongs (2 white and 2 red 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 →
This day, she told me to get naked, put on my boos and to insert a vibrator in each of my holes and to turn them on max. I asked her if I was allowed to use a blanket or something, and she allowed me to lie in bed after I shower her a picture of me first. Continue Reading →
Miss Lois: “Be careful with the sauce. You have tried it earlier so you know.”
I mean… I guess I knew but I was also very naive and just not really there with my brain? All I knew is that I wanted to please her and that probably meant using more sauce rather than less. Continue Reading →
Miss Lois once asked me to sketch her a scenario / write her a story about a girl that wanted to be a slave and was starting her training. (I mean, this was obviously about me even though I started writing it as if it was about a random person, after which I was specifically told that this was about me.) Continue Reading →
The first thing I did when I got home was take off my clothes. Usually I then put on comfy clothes, but I decided to not to as I suspected I might have to take them off shortly anyway. Miss Lois asked me to show her my room with pictures and afterwards I snuggled up comfortably in my warm bed. Only for her to tell me to get up 5 minutes later. Continue Reading →
Miss Lois: “Insert one index finger in your vagina, completely to the knuckle. Then show me a picture. Then insert the marker at least halfway into the vagina (you can take your finger out if you want). Take a picture again. You’re only allowed to take the pads out after you’ve taken the second picture.” Continue Reading →
I was at a friend’s house when Miss Lois messaged me. We were just chilling and sort of doing our own things, so it wasn’t too difficult to reply to Miss Lois. She was suddenly very interested in my type (which my friend also always are but I don’t really think I have a type?) (Apart from my type being women, lmao.) (And dominant, haha.) 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 →
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 →
Miss Lois often surprised me with the ideas she came up with, or the tools she managed to find when I wasn’t at my home where I have my toys. It wasn’t any different when she asked me if my mum had any tiger balm at home. In my memory, tiger balm had always been something for muscle pain. I had no idea why she wanted me to get that… 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 →
Then to my surprise, (again! I just didn’t know what to expect?) she told me to get a clothes hanger (one for hanging up skirts, the ones that have 2 clips attached) and attach those to both my nipples. Continue Reading →
I broke a rule I’d been given three times… and so my punishment came in threefold and… I certainly never broke the rule again after Continue Reading →
Miss Lois had a new task in mind but she was a little reluctant. She didn’t want me to have to spend money on tasks. So she suggested the following: if I didn’t want to do the task because of the money I wouldn’t have to. But if I didn’t want to do it for any other reason, I would have to do the task like any other. I said I thought that was fair. I had no idea what kind of task she had in mind. Then she said… Continue Reading →
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