I am now embarking on a journey that I never thought I’d take.
I am beginning training to become Skyspook’s slave.
Our contract negotiations are still in the very preliminary phase, and the collar I wear is a training collar. We want to do this in the way that’s best for us, » Read more
I’ve had my training collar for about a month. At first, I just wore it to events, and then Skyspook and I had a sit-down a week or two ago, at which he requested that I wear it as much as possible around the house, which I happily obliged. I don’t wear it outside the house other than to take out the trash or get the mail – » Read more
I rode the wave for what seemed like forever the other night. We were working in concert, floating me at the cusp – it was years or maybe an instant, come or die, come or die, but please, please don’t stop.
When I first got on Lexapro, it was an incredible life changing moment. » Read more
If you want results, go to the gym with a sadist.
“Awww, whatsa matter? You can do more reps than that.”
“I… hate… you…”
“Oh? What’s that you say? Five more pounds?”
He corrects my form, » Read more
“I’ve found out why people laugh. They laugh because it hurts so much . . . because it’s the only thing that’ll make it stop hurting.”
― Robert A. Heinlein
“I love the way you laugh when he’s beating you.” She said.
“Thank you,” I replied. » Read more
There have been a lot of new people on my local kink scene lately – which is exciting and wonderful! It’s important for the health of any kink organization for new members to enter as new members will inevitably exit or take an extended hiatus, just like there’s a natural circulation to many clubs. I was chatting in the kitchen recently with my housemate J about some of the new faces, » Read more
I go further than a lot of girls are willing to go.
For one, I do floors.
Of all the kinky things I’ve found I’m into during this period of self-exploration, few have surprised me more than my love of domestic service.
When I moved in with Skyspook last May, » Read more
It’s gorgeous — if the size of a shoebox. Weak yellow floor in the kitchen. We set up a dented card table with rusted legs in the living room. It’s not quite level, but it’ll support the weight of a bottle of Arbor Mist. Snaggy carpet in the bedroom, what little you can see from around the bed. » Read more
Rush Limbaugh’s comments are offensive to those of us who have worked hard to become the whores we are.
He dishes out the label too easily – it’s like calling anybody who can cook a “chef.” » Read more
“I don’t get it,” she said. “Why do all that? Sex, just good plain normal sex is wonderful. Why would anyone need to do all that weird stuff?”
My friend M was of course talking about kink. M was an academically brilliant young girl, a devout follower of the Baha’i faith. Even disregarding the fact that she’d pledged her chastity for spiritual reasons and had barely shared a kiss with the member of the opposite sex (or the same one, » Read more