A walk in the shoes of the barefoot sub
I encased my feet in wax so as to stop them from running away. Actually that's not entirely true. My heart is not encased in stone. It beats on even when it feels like it is forever broken. Love can hurt, but not loving hurts even more. And it would take more than a little... Continue Reading →
New things are exciting and scary. July has been a mixed bag for me, but it definitely feels like a very positive month. This last TMI Tuesday of July has given me the chance to reflect. Tell it to us straight or sexy… 1. One thing that you will never do again? I will never clean a dirty rolling-pin... Continue Reading →
A couple of weeks ago my good friend, Dr Lovelace was helping me with some tasks and we got the wax out for some extreme body writing. I love the way the wax I poured on her back has dribbled down her sides, and the flashes of red and blue. What I enjoyed was her reaction to the... Continue Reading →
I received a message from M one day while I was at work. He was listening to The Cure in his workshop and while Love Cats was playing he immediately thought of me. We had been seeing each other on occasion for quite some time, he was a firm friend and I was taken aback by his... Continue Reading →
The day had arrived. I was prepared, physically and mentally. Work was done, the boys were with their dad and I was heading west for "The biggest & best Kink night in the South West !!" I was beyond nervous, but knew that if I didn't keep pushing myself forward I would start to pull back... Continue Reading →
Up until this point my experiences had all been private. My online presence could only be described as "lurking." Now though I had decided to get out and about to events when I was available. My visit to the couple had been planned as a step towards this goal, and now that I knew the... Continue Reading →
Though there was sadness at not being owned, I understood and accepted the turn of events. If wanted to make the most of my life and not be stuck at home wallowing in the what ifs I had to get going. I knew that I wasn't looking for a new dominant, I wasn't ready for... Continue Reading →
Sir had been called in to attend a meeting not far from me, so K and I were invited to join him the evening before. When he emailed us in the morning, I responded promptly and chattered to K via text but, unknown to me, she didn't respond to him. I received an email later... Continue Reading →
The next few months showed no sign of letting up in worries for either Sir or myself. I had a rumbling back injury and was unable to run. The lack of intense exercise and layers of trouble with P led to a dip in my mental health. Fortunately I was in touch with support from... Continue Reading →
When I first met K I couldn't possibly have known how things would develop. After having my first son I had awful post-natal depression and couldn't bond with him. When he turned 3 I realised that I liked him, and it was such a relief! While I never wanted anything bad to happen to him,... Continue Reading →
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