Attended my third play party; played for an hour or so beforehand with my Mistress and her other sub (and by 'played' I mean 'was pounced on and forced to cum', as I had too much going on in my head to do so when the three of us played before), had enormous fun for the first half of the party...and then a panic attack when Mistress told me I'd be ( Read more... )

She wants us to meet. This is HUGE. It could be as soon as Wednesday!

A Mistress of my (online) acquaintance has indicated that she is looking for a sub. I've been waiting for her to post such a thing and now I'm too nervous to message her.

She can only say no, right? I need to just do it.

I may be a switch but with him, I am Mistress.

My life grows more complicated daily. This is a positive development. For so long I shut away huge chunks of myself, misled by the pervasive, ridiculous view that only a thin, beautiful woman is acceptable as a sexual being. Resigned myself to the fact that it was not possible for me to experiment in this life, in this body ( Read more... )

Yesterday he undertook a task set for him, to tie his cock and balls with a length of cord and to provide me with pictures; I specified two particular shots which must be included, any others were at his discretion ( Read more... )

Trying again. Moving on.

I am his pet; his sub; his whore and slave. And his Mistress.

He is my bitch; my slut; my depraved, filthy little kinkster. I switch only for him and I'm not yet sure that it's a role I'll ever FEEL, rather than play.

Time will tell.