A Masochistic Lesbian Slave
After quite an intense belting on New Years, Roxy and I hugged for a little before finding her partner in the living room. Something appeared to be up and so her attention shifted and while I was able to lean against her they soon went for a smoke. It was okay because I could cuddle with a friend in front of the fire but after Continue Reading →
Previous Post | Next Task After the crotch rope and some final play, Roxy told me to put my clothes back on (yes, over the rope harness). We packed our stuff and she went to store her things away. I could have followed her but I stood still on my own in the dark for a while as there was something very soothing about it. Continue Reading →
Recently, I have been struggling to say “Yes Mistress” because it seems like I haven’t accepted the shame of taking on the submissive role. Or at the very least, I haven’t felt confident enough to dive in, I suppose. I mentioned my hesitancy to use it during my weekend with Roxy. It seems like I’m afraid I’ll be judged or that it’s weird for me Continue Reading →
If you look at the pictures I put out now you’d never think I was scared of doing this once. You probably wouldn’t even think I was shy or struggled with my body image but until this last year, I would have never thought I’d be able to take any of the pictures I take now. I used to be a bit jealous of my Continue Reading →
“I am a question to the world, Not an answer to be heard, Or a moment that’s held in your arms.” You smile like Mona Lisa, is what my boss at the time (now close friend) said after the first few weeks that I had worked with her. She wondered what was going on in my head but I couldn’t say. She had opened Continue Reading →
As you know, I’ve struggled with my mental health since I was about 13 years old. I saw a psychiatrist for a little while when I was 16, but when it wasn’t helping I pretended I was ok so she’d let me go. It wasn’t until I started university that I felt I needed help and therefore, I went to the doctor in Wales. He gave me Continue Reading →
For years, I struggled with the idea of my own existence. I didn’t want to be alive and didn’t think I should exist. I preferred to be invisible and part of that meant to never wear anything too nice. I admired women that looked fashionable from a distance, whether they were wearing make-up, trousers, skirts, dresses and/or heels. They seemed so confident and at peace Continue Reading →
During one of Miss Lois and my conversations, she suggested that it might be interesting to have a three-way chat with the both of us and my friend sometime and that she wanted to know my opinion on that. Continue Reading →