Respect and Gratitude
“Thank you my little slut” That was his response to me, after I randomly shared some information with him. It was nothing he asked for or I was supposed to give him. I, as a …
Once upon a time…
…I started my journey into D/s. Back then I was seeing a Dom in England, getting to know my way around the community and was getting to know people from Twitter. Mostly online, but some …
Hunters and Gatherers
I like taking initiative. It’s not necessarily who I have always been, but it’s who I am now. Often it is not about the initiative itself. I am simply extremely impatient. I’m sure Michael will …
I am determined
It finally happened. He said it would happen one day. But somehow I couldn’t imagine it. But the day came earlier than I thought it would. We had a fight. I’m not sure that is …
No self-respecting woman….
The other day I saw a retweet. Sadly I didn’t star it and of course was not able to find it again. So all I can do is to paraphrase it. The original tweet said …
Wearing it Proudly
Past week I had the opportunity to pick out my three favourites images for LiFE. And that has inspired me to participate as well. And after post my bruised bottom, I had another wonderful image …
The Love, the Hate and the Belt
I have mention the belt on my blog before. I even wrote a story about it. “Tweet what item you’d want me to bring.” Those were his instructions, which I might have almost forgotten. Maybe …
A date is what you make of it
“You’re not a girl to date. You’re a girl to marry.” I was told that once by a guy. Neither of us had any interest in dating each other. We were friends. To this day …
Can you believe it?
As I write this, I’m sitting on the bed, he’s on the bed as well, trying to make the movie work. We have spend over 24 hours together and have about 24 more to go. …
The Shirt
A lot of us do it. Wearing our boyfriend’s, husband’s, lover’s shirt. They are comfy. They smell like them. They are big and great as sleep wear or a lazy Sunday. When I left England …