A blog of my real life submission to my Master. Map

"But at the first word or signal you will stop whatever you happen to be doing, and address yourself to your primary task, your only significant duty: to avail yourself to be used. Your hands are not your own, nor are your breasts; nor, above all, any of the orifices of your body, which we are at liberty to explore and, whenever we please, penetrate. In order for you to bear constantly - or as constantly as possible - in mind that you have lost all right to withhold or deny yourself…"
Story of O (via mastersfucktoy)
Aug 1st, 2011
Aug 1st, 2011

30 Days of Kink

In my wordpress blog, I’m trying to answer the 30 days of Kink.  Anyone else doing this?

Aug 1st, 2011

Please reblog if you are a BDSM blog

pinkprincess17:

simply-black-and-white:

theguccislut:

I guess partly I am… :)

i certainly have more than a few BDSM pics

that and so much more!  i am me!

(Source: experimental-bdsm)

Jul 31st, 2011

My Gravitar

I see someone stole, well not really stole, my gravitar.  It IS a cool one so I respect that.  My Master found it for me to use as my gravitar! 

Jul 30th, 2011

That was Then, But This is Now

  I’ve been away from my blogging, sadly, but eager to reconnect!!!  I stopped blogging and stopped my Tumblr and stopped connecting on slaveduties.  I was somewhat depressed and wanting to focus on some issues.  It has been a time away from reflecting and I have REALLY missed it. 

  I also was having a problem with one particular issue that I just couldn’t get past.  It was this….  I want the ability, if I am going to express my thoughts in a blog or when connecting to be completely honest with my feelings.  The problem I was having was this…How do you do this when your Master reads your blog and connections?  I mean, can you be really honest?  What if you are thinking something that might be only temporary, due to emotions and you know that you are feeling it now, but need to work through it, so that you can accept it or reject it, but you haven’t gotten to that point of decision or finality on your feelings?  Do you know what I mean?

  I finally decided just this week, that I REALLY need to express myself through my blogging.  I can work through issues better and not too long ago, as my Master and I were working through a discussion and we actually achieved this through texting each other while sitting in the same room together while watching tv.  I know, i know…how weird?  We don’t ever do that, it just worked out that way.  I think I took the initiative to text him first.  Anyway, he remarked later that we had a wonderful conversation that way.  I think I really can express myself better when I’m typing and can get a thought across better.  (Also, I don’t have to worry about him interrupting me mid sentence.)

  I suddenly came to terms with the issue of my Master reading my thoughts before they were completely thought out.  To tell you the truth, I know think that he won’t be keeping up with me as thoroughly as he might like to and so I feel more of a sense of privacy (false though it may be) and therefore more of a willingness to express myself.  This driving my NEED to get back to my blogs.  :)

  Do you know what I mean?

Jul 29th, 2011

missislaveblog asked: I am so thrilled that it all went well for you. It is an amazing and humbling feeling to be able to share your Master like that. I'm so happy for you!!

Humbling is a good word to describe one of the many feelings felt.

Jan 20th, 2011

Giving my Master the pleasure of others!!

My Master and I play with others as I have stated before.  He feels that I am the awesomest as I “give” him this gift.  I am happy to see him happy and because of his desire to have me as number 1 and to include me in his play with others and his feeling that I “give” him the gift of my submission to him and to his desires, I have found that it is an incredible turn on to me to see him with another woman alongside me and discussing it before and after also in a turn-on.  This, I did not expect.  My Master, obviously is very, very good, because he drew me to these thoughts over such a slow process that I did not know it was his influence, but rather my own curiosity and increasing submission.  I’m still not sure which  prevails!  Care to comment?

Jan 19th, 2011

missislaveblog asked: i absolutely love your slave, submissive, bottom post!

Thank-you very much missi!

Jan 10th, 2011

Bottom, Sub, or Slave

I consider myself a slave.  Everyone has different definitions of what slave is versus what submissive is versus what a bottom is.  Basically, I think they all have the same basis, just different degrees.  I think you start at one (bottom) and then move toward the others based on who you are with and how long and how much trust is there.  I met my Master 8 years ago.  I have very, very gradually released more and more of my life control.  It has been so very, very gradual, though, and I still feel that I have a long, long way to go before I get to the point of absolutely no control.  I’m not sure that my Master wants me to have no control.  He likes my mind.  Though we are continually moving toward me having less.  It has taken a lot of time for me to feel the total trust of letting him have control of a part of my life and feeling totally and completely confident in his care.  And he constantly proves that he can handle it for me and so that makes me want to give more.  I think most people in this lifestyle go too far, too fast without knowing what they are doing.  Just my thoughts!!!  Care to comment?

Jan 9th, 2011

Bruises or Marks From Sex…

I am submissive and truly like seeing bruises or marks on me from sex my Master. I love bruises on my butt and I actually feel sad when they are gone.

I have a scar on my knee from a night of really good sex where I and my Master were with another couple and I was literally on my knees so much from sucking my Master’s cock and the other guy and from eating the girl’s pussy that I actually got a really bad rug burn on my left knee and it left a scar!!!!

I also have a little scar on my right breast from where my Master touched the end of a lighter to my breast and it was hot and it blistered and left a little scar. It is faint now, but I like it!

When I first started investigating into BDSM I remember that I believed that I wanted to feel vulnerable and I wanted to be spanked, but I didn’t want marks left on me.   WOW!!!!  I have changed so much as I’ve delved further into this lifestyle!

Now, I crave it and want more!  I actually want much more and wish that my Master would give me more!!!  LOTs more!!  ;)

I remember the first time that my Master gave me bruises on my ass.  I woke up the next morning and happened to see them and I was like..wow!!!  awesome!!!  I was so proud and I thought…ok, I am really weird.  Everytime I went to the bathroom, I had to look at myself in the mirror and smile and think of the sex that brought that about.  I really thought I was weird.  

But, I think that there are a lot of submissives and slaves who feel that way.  Care to comment?

Jan 8th, 2011
Happy New Year!!!

shadow-2010:

My wish for you in 2011!

Happy New Year!!!

shadow-2010:

My wish for you in 2011!

Jan 2nd, 2011

Back from Visiting!!!!

Finally back from visiting relatives after 7 hour drive!!!!  I’m enjoying my 3rd glass of ale and wishing that I had another day before going back to work.  Oh, well!  At least I am one of those weird people who loves my job!!!!

Happy New Year Everyone!!!

What is everyone’s New Year’s Resolutions?

Jan 2nd, 2011
glasses-kid:


Do real women have children? Do real women have C cups and above? Do real women have loads of life experience under their belts? Do real women have curves? Do real women have their natural hair color? Do real women work for a paycheck? Do real women have sass? Do real women let their armpit hair grow long?Yes. Yes.All this and more.Real women have children, real women cannot have children, real women choose not to have children, real women will have children someday, real women are unsure about having children, real women have grandchildren and great-grandchildren.Real women have tiny boobs, real women have giant boobs, real women have medium-sized boobs, real women have one boob that is WAAAAY bigger than the other, real women have had to have their boobs surgically removed, real women have had their boobs augmented or reduced, real women haven’t quite finished growing their boobs yet.Real women have traveled the world, real women are yet to explore beyond their hometowns, real women have never been kissed, real women are trying to figure out who they are, real women are happy right where they are, real women will never be satisfied.Real women have curves, real women are curve-free, real women look like Jessica Rabbit and like Olive Oyl, real women carry their weight up high and down low, real women wish they could carry more weight, real women have tiny waists and no waists, real women are infinite in geometry and configuration.Real women have always had the same hair color, real women hate their natural hair color and haven’t seen it in decades, real women prefer to change their hair color about once a week, real women get tri-color highlights at the salon, real women do their own highlights, real women are covering their grays, real women are salt-and-pepper, real women are all gray and all white, real women wear wigs, real women wear hats their friends have knitted for them because the hair is all gone.Real women work their asses off for a paycheck, real women are still in school and haven’t gotten a job yet, real women work their asses off raising kids, real women are spending some time traveling before settling down to a job, real women have enough money that they don’t have to work for a paycheck, real women work and wish they didn’t have to.Real women are full to the brim with sass, real women are so shy they can’t look a waitress in the eye, real women can give speeches to crowds of thousands, real women would prefer to stay home and read than go out clubbing, real women talk a lot but feel misunderstood and a little awkward most of the time, real women can salsa dance with total strangers, real women are learning to smile when people flirt with them.Real women let their armpit hair grow long, real women shave every day, real women wax and use Nair and  get laser hair removal, real women feel more womanly when they let their body hair be, just as it is, real women feel more womanly when they are as body-hairless as possible.Real women wear full makeup to the gym and real women have no idea how to apply mascara. Real women have above average BMIs and real women are finally learning to eat again. Real women have sex with men, or with other women, or with both, or not at all, or aren’t ready for sex yet, or don’t want sex anymore. Real women have skin that is pale and rich dark brown and coffee-colored and spotty and smooth and everything in-between. Real women dedicate their lives to eradicating hunger on a global scale, and real women rely on an accumulation of small actions to change their local communities from the inside out. Real women talk too loud in bars and real women don’t drink alcohol. Real women have parents who toiled for every penny and real women come from a long line of family wealth. Real women are pious and atheistic and unsure and still exploring. Real women are tall and short and fat and thin. Real women are redheads and brunettes and blondes, real women have black hair and gray hair and turquoise hair - and real women ALL have fun, and gentlemen prefer us ALL. Real women have just had their first menstrual cycle and real women are long past menopause.Real women come from everywhere and can be found everywhere.Yes. Yes.All this and more.Never let anyone tell you that you are not a real woman. NEVER. Not even another woman who seems wiser or more worldly or prouder or louder or prettier or sexier or stronger than you. No one can take your realness from you.No one except yourself.And don’t you dare.
Written by Sally McGraw  

I love this I really do. I love the message it’s spreading and I hope it reduces the whole “real woman” craze.But I can’t help but feel like it completely eradicates Trans woman from being “real woman”. And I dunno, but that doesn’t sit well with me. One of feminisms problems and critiques is the erasure of the trans community and I just feel like this speech is doing that.All woman are real woman and you don’t need a vagina, a period, breast or a menopause to be a real woman.

glasses-kid:

Do real women have children? Do real women have C cups and above? Do real women have loads of life experience under their belts? Do real women have curves? Do real women have their natural hair color? Do real women work for a paycheck? Do real women have sass? Do real women let their armpit hair grow long?

Yes. Yes.
All this and more.

Real women have children, real women cannot have children, real women choose not to have children, real women will have children someday, real women are unsure about having children, real women have grandchildren and great-grandchildren.

Real women have tiny boobs, real women have giant boobs, real women have medium-sized boobs, real women have one boob that is WAAAAY bigger than the other, real women have had to have their boobs surgically removed, real women have had their boobs augmented or reduced, real women haven’t quite finished growing their boobs yet.

Real women have traveled the world, real women are yet to explore beyond their hometowns, real women have never been kissed, real women are trying to figure out who they are, real women are happy right where they are, real women will never be satisfied.

Real women have curves, real women are curve-free, real women look like Jessica Rabbit and like Olive Oyl, real women carry their weight up high and down low, real women wish they could carry more weight, real women have tiny waists and no waists, real women are infinite in geometry and configuration.

Real women have always had the same hair color, real women hate their natural hair color and haven’t seen it in decades, real women prefer to change their hair color about once a week, real women get tri-color highlights at the salon, real women do their own highlights, real women are covering their grays, real women are salt-and-pepper, real women are all gray and all white, real women wear wigs, real women wear hats their friends have knitted for them because the hair is all gone.

Real women work their asses off for a paycheck, real women are still in school and haven’t gotten a job yet, real women work their asses off raising kids, real women are spending some time traveling before settling down to a job, real women have enough money that they don’t have to work for a paycheck, real women work and wish they didn’t have to.

Real women are full to the brim with sass, real women are so shy they can’t look a waitress in the eye, real women can give speeches to crowds of thousands, real women would prefer to stay home and read than go out clubbing, real women talk a lot but feel misunderstood and a little awkward most of the time, real women can salsa dance with total strangers, real women are learning to smile when people flirt with them.

Real women let their armpit hair grow long, real women shave every day, real women wax and use Nair and  get laser hair removal, real women feel more womanly when they let their body hair be, just as it is, real women feel more womanly when they are as body-hairless as possible.

Real women wear full makeup to the gym and real women have no idea how to apply mascara. Real women have above average BMIs and real women are finally learning to eat again. Real women have sex with men, or with other women, or with both, or not at all, or aren’t ready for sex yet, or don’t want sex anymore. Real women have skin that is pale and rich dark brown and coffee-colored and spotty and smooth and everything in-between. Real women dedicate their lives to eradicating hunger on a global scale, and real women rely on an accumulation of small actions to change their local communities from the inside out. Real women talk too loud in bars and real women don’t drink alcohol. Real women have parents who toiled for every penny and real women come from a long line of family wealth. Real women are pious and atheistic and unsure and still exploring. Real women are tall and short and fat and thin. Real women are redheads and brunettes and blondes, real women have black hair and gray hair and turquoise hair - and real women ALL have fun, and gentlemen prefer us ALL. Real women have just had their first menstrual cycle and real women are long past menopause.

Real women come from everywhere and can be found everywhere.

Yes. Yes.
All this and more.

Never let anyone tell you that you are not a real woman. NEVER. Not even another woman who seems wiser or more worldly or prouder or louder or prettier or sexier or stronger than you. No one can take your realness from you.

No one except yourself.

And don’t you dare.

Written by Sally McGraw 

I love this I really do. I love the message it’s spreading and I hope it reduces the whole “real woman” craze.

But I can’t help but feel like it completely eradicates Trans woman from being “real woman”. And I dunno, but that doesn’t sit well with me. One of feminisms problems and critiques is the erasure of the trans community and I just feel like this speech is doing that.

All woman are real woman and you don’t need a vagina, a period, breast or a menopause to be a real woman.

(via sweetsurrenders)

Dec 30th, 2010

Who Slit the Sheets?

My Master and I drank some ale last night which was a present from friends.  It was the first time that I had ever had ale and it was pretty good.  It was sort of like beer with a little tad of a sweetness to it, like a background of apple or something.  I drank 2 or 3 glasses of ale and felt really really good.

I enjoy doing something productive when I feel like that.  I went through my kitchen cupboards to see if there was something that I could get rid of.  I’m not talking about food.  I am trying to get into the mindset of simplifying my life.  It is a very long process and that will be another post.

Then I asked Master if I could have some eggnog.  I had 2 glasses of eggnog and I would have to say that I was a little bit past feeling really, really good.  Somehow, and I don’t remember how, Master and I got into a little game of tongue twisters.  He was trying to get me to say…

Who slit the sheets?  The sheets are slit.  Whoever slit the sheets is a good sheet slitter.

Master would say a portion and I was trying to copy him and then for some odd reason I was adding “mutherfucker” to the end and I was messing it all up.  And Master was spanking the shit out of my ass for those mistakes!!!  Damn it hurt!  

Should I post a pic?

Dec 28th, 2010