Child-Free

I’d rather not have children. Ever.

 

I actually like children well enough and would love to do some mentoring or teaching, but parenting’s not my dream, and it’s so pervasive in a person’s life that if it’s not my dream, I think I’ll pass because it would only end in my misery and emotional martyrdom.  » Read more

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Super Cute Gift!

My birthday’s this week, and my friend Crystal sent me the most adorable present.  I’m a telecommuter and am in the process of turning my at-home office into a full-blown “girl cave” – like the one the Sexy Librarian has and I got to drool over recently. Clothes, shoes, probably a vanity,  » Read more

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In Pieces

Ex-Husband used to have a difficult time falling asleep because he’d often find himself awake, fearing death. Fear of dying plagued his existence. I really don’t worry about death much. I worry more about debility or mutilation – be it loss of a limb through amputation or traumatic brain injury.

I am quite familiar with many of the pragmatics involved.  » Read more

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Custom Orders

One of the refreshing aspects of my 24/7 dynamic with Skyspook is that we do what feels right, communicate, carve out the rules, protocols, and behaviors that feel natural to us.

I, for one, love orders. Love, love, love when Skyspook tells me to do something. That was actually one of the things that tipped me off that I had more of a slave orientation rather than just submissive masochism for pain scenes,  » Read more

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Teeth

As of late, I’ve joined a number of forums on Fetlife geared towards slaves, so I can read posts by other people who are interested in the kind of arrangement I’m working toward for a number of reasons. Emotional validation, ideas, learning from the experience of other slaves.

 

It’s been interesting to say the least.  » Read more

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Creepy

I’m a pervert. My best friends are perverts. Virtually everyone I interact with on a daily basis these days is a pervert.

That doesn’t mean we’re creepy about it. All shifty eyes, predatory, or rife with shame.

Cheeky, yes. Creepy, no.

Mistress Joanne: “No one can shame you if you are not ashamed.”

I live by these words.  » Read more

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