I dragged all of my shoes out of the depths of my wardrobes and decided to make a shoe tower. Easier access, better ability to see what I had, a lovely choice of which to wear before I go out.
But but… after I did it, there was a messy pile of shoe boxes against the wall. It offended my sense of aesthetics, it was completely unacceptable!!
So, I ordered clear shoe boxes to put … Continue Reading
ETA: Links removed as these sites are long gone :(.
I suspect that many of you are familiar with Male Submission Art (if not, why not?!). It is a site that shows beautiful images of male submission that challenge the stereotypes.
The founder of malesubmissionart.com has now created a spinoff called Submissive Secrets. It is a community-based art project inspired by the PostSecret idea.
Submissive Secrets is a forum to tell the stories and share … Continue Reading
Original Question:
What do you say or do with your subs to nurture them, make them feel loved and supported?
My Response:
Kissing, always and more. Lots of physical contact, petting, I like to wrap myself around him, all legs and arms and skin contact. I whisper “Hello, beautiful” or some such to bring him to me, it is a checking in, an acknowledgement, a calling him home. Making him look me in the eye … Continue Reading
I post a lot on Fetlife discussion forums.
Occasionally I look at comments I have written and think “I should blog about that”, and I promptly forget about it file it away carefully. The ideas disappear into the ether because for it to be ‘a blog post’, I need to remember where the damn comment was, clean it up for ‘proper publication, put it in context, add enough personal bias to make it offensive, and … Continue Reading
…would you like to talk again sometime?
Thank you, but no.
You have apologised to me and I do accept your apology, but frankly, corresponding with someone whose second email to me was abuse is not something I am interested in doing.
Ferns
… Continue ReadingIt is morning, he is still asleep, I am reading in the lounge room, the bedroom door in my peripheral vision. He is not allowed to come out of the room without permission.
I hear a sound and lift my gaze, the smirk already curling the corners of my mouth. The door opens slowly, his hand appears curled around the jamb, he peeks around the corner at me like a naughty child, blinking into the … Continue Reading
