Body Writing to Recognise my Slave Identity

(I have implemented the function in my site that if you want to see the pictures in a post, you just click on ‘view image’ whenever an image is available. This way, people can choose to only read posts if they don’t want to see naked/sexual pictures. I haven’t figured out what to do with the header pictures yet though) In the previous post, I mentioned that I wasn’t doing too great and my dissociation and depressive thoughts were far Continue Reading →

Task: Tiger balm on the clit

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 →

A Choice: Wearing the heels, or stones in flat shoes

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 →

Getting used to addressing her as Miss

I never liked the idea of addressing a Mistress by any sort of title. It was one of the things I actively rejected. When I was 14-16, I used to read a lot of erotic stories on the internet and I disliked how in all of them, the submissives had to use titles to address their Dommes / as well as the names the submissives were given (like slut and such). Continue Reading →

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 →