If you've been reading my recent posts, you already know my Master told me he was considering a 6 month period of orgasm denial for me. Also, if you have been reading my blog for very long, you would also know this would be almost impossible for me. Much like collaredmichael noticed in his comments. … Continue reading My Master’s plan for my orgasms
Last summer Master put me on a monthly orgasm allowance. My orgasms have never been my own, at least not since I submitted to my Master about 19 months ago. Since then, I have been under his full control when it comes to both sex and orgasms. I don't get to decide when or if … Continue reading No more allowance for me
In our D/s, I am my Master's sex slave. This means, I am available to him at his beckoned call twenty-four hours a day for whatever his desire may be. I am his fuck toy, his whore, his cum slut, and he gets to use me in any way he desires. But every so now … Continue reading I can’t help it. It’s extra delicious!
I'm generally surprised about how full I get when my Master uses my mouth as a cum-hole. It can't literally be that much cum, not in volume ounces. Yet, somehow I am no longer hungry, and could easily miss any meal. Deliciously full.
minnie has earned an allowance! One free orgasm a month! Master still maintains complete control over when and where, but minnie gets one freebie. Additional orgasms may possibly be earned. Stolen orgasms - since they all belong to him - get punishment. My first allowance was granted this month, August. I'm still edging pretty high … Continue reading An Edgy Allowance
I was rummaging around over at Rebel's Notes, and rather enjoying my reading when I came across her most recent post. It was a response to the following question. What have you done sexually, that you would never do again? I'm not sure where she got this prompt, and it's not the kind of soul … Continue reading I won’t do it again. Pinky Promise.
I am sexually submissive to my Master, and I love it. I love being my Master's fuck-toy. Literally. I love knowing he can, and will take me when, where, and how he wants, and that it is for his personal satisfaction, not mine. I am actually more interested, more turned on, when I know it … Continue reading Can I please you now, Master?
I would argue all relationships have rules. Maybe they aren't written down, but they are there, under the surface. An expectation or a condition that, if it isn't met, has consequences. They naturally grow and change with time, and are driven by some need, either spoken or silent, by one or both of the partners. … Continue reading I’ll take some Rules, Consequences, and Pretty Things.