When we started this it was about D/s. I wanted the experience of submission and specifically the experience of submission to Him. I didn’t think beyond that, thank God, because if I had seen what lay beyond pressing 2 as that lift door closed I might have quailed a little at the enormity of the journey ahead. But here we are, almost 6 years on and this is the interaction we have. It encompasses our kinks; His for my hair, mine for His kink for my hair and our connection. All of these are now subsumed by our love, of each other, for each other and for the quiet way…
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2018 – I am changed
Sitting on his leather sofa in front of the fire and surrounded by the contented snores of sundry animals, I pause to consider what this year has meant to me, to us, and who has been a co-conspirator and fellow traveller along the way. Two main themes leap out at me as lie in His arms in the limbo land between Christmas and New Year. Those of endings and beginnings, the Alpha and Omega of life if you will. Many of you will know, indeed will have so kindly offered support through the last year of my dad’s decline and his death in late September. There is no getting away…
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#SinfulSunday – take your shoes off please
Manners is all. A command couched as a request is a wonderful thing in a consensual D/s relationship. There is only one answer to that request. ‘Yes Master.’ Don’t forget to click on the lips to see who else is being sinful this week
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#SinfulSunday – eye
He gave me my name. Transmogrified me. Showed me, me and loved me unconditionally ?❤?
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Mind the gap
"as soon as we kiss goodbye we are a second closer to next time.."