There has been an ongoing debate in the psychology world regarding nature versus nurture. There are strong facts for either side; however, I tend to favour nature over nurture. Please do not misunderstand me. As an ever learning student I not only accept but believe that nurture plays a great deal to [...]

Marking my body with permanent ink is not a foreign activity for me; in fact, I was the first to suggest it to Master. I can recall many conversations where I asked Master if I was permitted to write on the flesh in which he owns, placing specific words and or phrases all over [...]

Hello readers. It is seldom that I invade the privacy of my slave’s blog, but I think I made some improvements to the blog which should make being here even more of a joy. I have added two main features to the blog. Registration should be much easier now and it should be ensured that only human [...]

Today, during my conversation with Master, he had me sit on the kitchen chair, pushing my cunt down onto Mr. Pink Jr. (smaller version of a set of realistic pink dildos). Throughout our interaction I started to bounce, pushing the toy deeper into my most coveted of orifices and although I did climax [...]

Unexpectedly Master shared with me that he is preparing a mantra for me to recite for the duration of September. I believe Master has provided me with month long tasks to help me feel a sense of accomplishment and growth. The first task was providing my wardrobe to him each evening so that [...]

I feel as though the thoughts in my mind are both whizzing by and at a stand still. I know there is much I want to say and yet I have no words. There is jibberish when I try to speak as though my tongue suddenly became swollen and yet the voices in [...]

I have known for a very long time that I am a person who is often seen by many. I exude a sense of confidence that attracts people to me and I, more often than not, am comfortable with the audience that embraces me. I possess a gift for conversation and entertaining [...]

I used to be the mastermind of hinting. I knew what I desired but shame or some other form of self loathing would consume my mobility and I would be reduce to making hints, child like suggestions for adult passions. I used the game of no means yes and reduced myself to a [...]

Allow me to be your canvas. Splash my body with your fears. Coat me in colours of disappointment. Title me your myriad of insecurities. I am your mosaic, paint me in lashings of rage - Your dynamic expression of release. Then wash me in your strength. For I shall never stain. A constant composition of love. ~His grace Similar Posts:A slaves dream. Learning to speak the same [...]

Many years ago a very good friend of mine described me as an enigma. I was puzzled at first, pondering why she would consider such an adjective to describe me, especially since I believed I was an open book. As my social network grew I continued to hear that familiar sentiment and although [...]

i can recall the first time i heard a woman call a man “Daddy”. i had been working in a gentleman’s store and a large cowboy hat clad man sauntered in looking for a new belt. His brightly dyed blonde, pink lipped wife tiptoed right behind him. As his fingers [...]

(This entry is a ramble of expressions, not my most eloquent of entries; however, Master encouraged me to simply express, without trying to make everything look pretty, composed.) Recently i took a journey through my entries, re-reading specific to random posts, reflecting on all i have shared. Some of my entries were recorded with great [...]