Allow me to talk about aspects of our relationship, the fascination I have for Histoire d’O and the similarities between the two. I frequently call the movie my ‘training video’. Each time I see it, I discover more aspects of my submissive self. Continued from… The Story of O (16) – An Alibi But I’m ... continue reading
Dealing With Grief
My mom died on 12 July 2017. My mom was buried on 19 July 2017. Our house flooded on 20 July 2017. I pushed my grief away. One, because I couldn’t bear it. My mom, who was not only my mom, but a protector, my friend, almost like a sister… one of the pillars of ... continue reading
Developing a New Logo
Have you noticed the changes on my site yet? A new homepage, different font, drop-down menu and the width of the site has changed. But, most of all… a new logo! This logo would not have been here, had it not been for the help of E.T. Costello. He was so kind to help me ... continue reading
Love Is Not Always Easy
Love is not always about rainbows and roses. It’s hard work. Always hard work. Even if it doesn’t feel like hard work, it still is. When you love someone, and you make a commitment to them, you cannot just sit back and think: okay, we love each other and all will be good forever. In ... continue reading
Voices In My Head
Some of you might have seen my meltdown post in the past weekend. It all happened when the voices in my head started telling me that I am not good enough, that the fact that Master T’s libido is still non-existent, despite not taking the antidepressants anymore, is all about me. I am not sexy ... continue reading
The Story of O (16) – An Alibi
Allow me to talk about aspects of our relationship, the fascination I have for Histoire d’O and the similarities between the two. I frequently call the movie my ‘training video’. Each time I see it, I discover more aspects of my submissive self. Continued from… The Story of O (15) – The Dream You’re an ... continue reading
Accidental Pairing
This is the last call for all passengers of Flight BA315 to Santiago to board. Ashley quickened her step to a half-run, dragging her roll-on bag behind her. Miss Ashley Norton, please approach the nearest service desk. “Oh just stop it,” Ashley muttered under her breath, “I’m almost there.” She could already see the number ... continue reading
Masked Woman
They thought she didn’t notice. She did. People staring at her. Whispering. Talking about her. Wondering why she was sitting there every day. A woman, her hair unkempt, her colorful clothes torn in some places, dirty in others. She wore boots two sizes too big, but it’s her socks that caught more attention – one ... continue reading
Not Done Yet
“Are you alone?” Even though she knew she was, Gail glanced over her shoulder to make sure Frederick was not around. “Yes, I am,” she said. The smile on her face shone through in her words. “Put the phone on speaker.” “Done.” “Spread your legs and touch your cunt.” Gail had met Steve in a ... continue reading
Symphonic Rock
His fingers awakens the first tones of our symphony as he gently touches the soft flesh on the rounding of my breasts. I hum along, arching my back to invite another instrument to the ensemble. His hand moves to my tummy for a brief interlude, making me wait for the high tones I so need. ... continue reading