Today i want to take some time to talk about obedience. i’ve dipped my toes back into the dating pool lately, and it’s something that has weighed a lot on my mind of late. With all the wannabe Doms out there, i think it merits discussion. Y/you see, the thing with obedience is that it … Continue reading Obedience
Who am i? Where do i fit? What is my role? Questions many of U/us ask as W/we journey through life, whether it be vanilla or kinky. The answer isn’t always an easy one. There are so many labels that W/we apply to O/ourselves. So many places W/we do or don’t fit. So many roles … Continue reading Know T/thyself
Dating is a bitch. Be it vanilla or kinky, the days of going out to a club and meeting someone are not what they used to be. Add in the advent of a plethora of dating apps available to all and sunder, and the old methods just seem… hard. Like it’s too much work to … Continue reading Red Flags
Protocol is the highest form of service there is... - Lady MarketteToday we’re going to talk about rituals and protocols. There is no universal set of rituals and/or protocols. Why? Because every power exchange dynamic is different. Because the needs and wants within every relationship varies greatly from one to the next. That said, there … Continue reading Protocols
The scent of You lingers on my skin.The feel of You pressed into my body.The sound of You burned into my mind.The love of You etched into my heart.You are indelible. Forever in every part of me. Irremovable.
To the rhythm of Sleigh Bells - Originally published on FetLife Just for fun..Slave bells ringAre you listeningIn the dungeonSkin is glisteningA beautiful sight,We're happy tonightWalking in a kinky wonderland.Gone away, are the old marksHere today, are the new marksSir sings a love song,As He swings a longBeating in a kinky wonderland.In the dungeon W/we can … Continue reading Slave Bells
Disclaimer : This is intended for entertainment purposes. It is my sole intellectual property and may not be reproduced without my permission.~*~It was warm in his fortress of blankets. A light layer covered him, despite the turtleneck he wore pulled over his head. How, one might wonder, did someone sleep with a turtleneck pulled over … Continue reading The Adventures of Lord Fuckswell