So I didn’t post yesterday… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t blame myself for that. It’s just over… between my master and I. He gave me a choice.
Continue reading “From My Knees.. Please Don’t Let Me Go”
So what if I’m not on Skype. Other people have the excuse of not being able to contact me if I’m not logged into certain accounts, but not him. He (my master) has none.
Continue reading “Neglected and Isolating”
Before I ever saw him I had an instant crush like I was drawn to him, but I made no move. I argued with myself about approaching him and logic won. He was obviously much older, probably married, likely not interested, and I had a boyfriend.
Continue reading “Started as a Crush”
You know what’s scary? My husband is the only one I let get close to me. Now I’m tired of feeling vulnerable and I want to run so I can shut down my emotion and be alone for the rest of my life. He isn’t letting me run. He’s right there holding my hand.
Continue reading “Shaking with Fear”
July 11th, 2013
At the moment I choose to lie on my stomache, I will tell you why in a moment. I hadn’t recovered from my apparent good girl spanking 2 days ago, I got out of being punished yesterday, and really got it today.
Continue reading “Food Vs Fire And Pain And Lectures.. Not A Fair Fight.”
I really didn’t think I’d be writing today. Today I don’t trust that I remember clearly, I was more noodle brained than usual today (Perhaps due to missing dinner and having only 1 meal and 2 snacks yesterday) . I will do my best.
Continue reading “Is He Serious?.. Apparently Yes”
This is what my master wrote about me. It’s so sweet that I feel surrounded with his warm embrace everytime I read it. Upon his approval I will share.
Continue reading “His Feelings”
Written on July 21st, 2013
Ouch! I had no warning I’d be getting it today, but I knew that I’d be getting it. He would never forget about a promised punishment. Right now my butt alternates between burning and throbbing, except when it does both at the same time. This wasn’t a typical punishment.
Continue reading “Thank You for my Lessons, Sir”
My earliest memory includes not ever wanting to be touched or kissed. I figure that something must be broken but I can’t figure out what.
Continue reading “Don’t Touch Me”