Over the past couple weeks I have been able to wear my leather slave collar out in public pretty consistently. This is mostly because we've been away from our vanilla life and kids, hanging out at our other house. It's a fun and safe place for us to play in in a truly full time … Continue reading Umm, excuse me. My collar is up here.
I have been trying to describe what submission feels like, or more accurately what it is to feel submissive, to someone who doesn't know or understand it. It is amazingly hard. In speech, expressing our emotions, our desires, we call it a 'feeling'. "I want to feel submissive." "I am feeling submissive." Phrased like that, … Continue reading What's in a feeling?
It is the beginning of my 5th day of full edging, and it is getting harder to contain myself. I am mindlessly rocking my hips most of the time, and dripping wet when nude. Last night I slept with the cuffs on, tied to the corner of the bed. In fact, I am writing this … Continue reading Just before sunrise
This photo was taken when it was still fresh in the shop, not cleaned, not even bandaged yet. There's even a bit of blood coming up in the bow. (Luckily it blends in with the red.) But it's done, and I love it! So does Master! I'd like to go back and add white into … Continue reading Got my minnie tattoo yesterday!
This 30 days post is about bringing D/s into your vanilla life. I didn't find this email list until well after Mr.R and I were into D/s, so I thought I'd use this opportunity to tell more about how we came into D/s. Our D/s started with me. I invited Mr.R into D/s, after struggling … Continue reading Once, Twice, Three times a submissive.
I'm not taking about chastity, but rather orgasm control. I prefer the not. Hmmm. Or do I... Orgasm control comes in many forms. Orgasm restriction or denial is an aspect of humiliation. As is orgasm on demand. In denial, your partner pushes your sexual stimulation right up to the edge of orgasming, and then stops. Over. And … Continue reading To orgasm, or not to orgasm.
Trust. I can think of no other way to describe submissiveness then trust. Undying, devotional, deep, unconditional trust. Trust so deep it runs like an ocean, and brings tears to my eyes. Before I became his submissive, I thought we had trust. I saw trust as knowing he was faithful, he loved me, and that … Continue reading Tell me about…submission.