Ruby Ryder wrote a post about how a spate of potential partners she had been talking to suddenly stopped communicating with her and essentially disappeared.
If you’ve been following along here, you’ll know that it happened to me with the sex-voiced Texan not so long ago. The sex-voiced Texan was the first to do this at a stage where I was invested to the point of talking about travelling internationally to meet him, so it … Continue Reading
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Eiren is a young dominant woman who is married to her submissive, Berkson. I’m privileged to share their happy femdom story here: It’s a tale of D/s love that started in Second Life, led to an interstate move, and then to marriage. They had a few rocky years at the start, but there’s a real ‘happy ever after’ in it like you read about *smile*. Enjoy.
Author: Eiren (transcribed by Berkson)
We met on … Continue Reading
I’ve really been wanting to write more, and one of my ideas is a semi-autobiographical little femdom novella.
Semi-autobiographical because I have no imagination.
Little because long form narratives really aren’t my strength.
Femdom because ‘duh’.
I have settled on fleshing out a relationship from my younger days.
As a newbie dominant, I dated a beautiful younger submissive man who was a steel artist. He used to create his art in a kind of foundry … Continue Reading
So I just had a scene with a perfectly nice sub boy, after which he left all smiles and eager to do it again, and I felt … kind of awful and have no interest in seeing him again. I don’t know why, nothing went wrong, and it’s never been an issue with previous people, so that’s upsetting in itself, but now I’m feeling weird and awkward about how to tell him there will be … Continue Reading
I have scars on my body. Like all scars they tell stories.
That one under my hair, where I smashed into a beam with a nail sticking out while crouch-running under a friend’s house at a party. We were wild and screaming, I was about 13 I guess. I suspect my friend never even noticed when I stopped, when blood started running down my face. It didn’t hurt. I was concussed and just wanted to … Continue Reading
