Notes towards “Diary of a Love Slave”

12/23/13

Nothing feels better than letting go, and when I say letting go, I mean completely letting go, letting responsibility bleed from you as effortlessly as losing consciousness when your head hits the pillow. Until I met him, I’d had little opportunity to do that for any length of time.

Going limp requires a high level of security and complete trust in the person holding the reins.  » Read more

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Mission Almost Accomplished

Four weeks ’til graduation.

It’s quite odd to be this close to completing what has been the most elaborate and involved order from Skyspook so far, finishing my bachelor’s degree, long delayed by life. By all accounts, I’ve done extremely well. I’m actually earning two bachelor’s degrees (picked up a second major after my first year and ran with it) and will graduate summa cum laude (dirty-sounding Latin for highest honors).  » Read more

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Round Two

“Can we go, or are you going to pout all night?” His tone was sharp, and I cringed away from him.

“Am I not allowed to feel bad?” I replied, feeling something shrivel up inside of me.

“If you’re going to pout, you’ll have to stay home,” he restated.

I wasn’t aware that I was pouting.  » Read more

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Homecoming – PXS 2013 #2

It didn’t take long for me to realize that I was coming home.

I handed the slave working the registration table my license. As she skimmed her list, ticking my name off, she said, “I haven’t seen you in a while. You haven’t even written.”

My breath caught in my throat.  » Read more

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Back in the vanilla world again – PXS 2013 #1

I spent the weekend at Power eXchange Summit (PXS) in Columbus. PXS is a special event. More than anything, it is about talking, exploring, socializing. I think of it as a kinky couples’ retreat, even though there are a number of polyamorous connections involved and leather families and houses stretching that description – but if there’s one thing you learn in the pansexual BDSM community,  » Read more

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Calling

In the year leading up to this past fall, I was frustrated and beaten down by my job, by the way the transcription industry was requiring more work for less pay with each passing year, and how powerless I seemed to do anything about it. Changes in compensation, for example, had placed extreme stress on the last few years of my first marriage –  » Read more

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Things That Make Me Go Hmmm…..

slav·ish/ˈslāviSH/

Adjective:

  1. Relating to or characteristic of a slave, typically by servility or submissiveness.

  2. Showing no attempt at originality, constructive interpretation, or development.

Definition number 2 makes me sad.  Sad because it’s not just a connotation limited to the dictionary.   » Read more

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Riding Off the Beaten Path

My bike’s tires are a lot like me. Cautious and a bit clingy but reliable. They grip the road snugly, though they make it difficult to keep up with Skyspook on our rides, slowing me down. His tires are larger, smoother, thinner, flick over the road with ease. He’s had 3 flats but knows how to fix them and has done so each time,  » Read more

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