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Oh, to be dragged through the wringer in more ways than one…. When the emotional strain becomes physical and you fight with all you have because you know it’s worth it. The push and pull of loving and surrendering to another…when you give your all only to wonder if you should take some back. When you lose where you end and he begins. When the future seems bright and dark at the same time…showing promise one minute and the destruction of you the next. When your heart aches when you’re together, ...

i've pondered much these last few weeks. Not always logically and not always coherently. And not always respectfully…but punishment ensued so we’ll close the door on THAT tyvm, hehe.

Communication, the key to the success of any relationship, has proven to be not as simple as i thought. There are so many levels of communication and it's not always comfortable. Not only that, communication has to be paired with understanding. If nothing else, i've learnt it's best to err on the ...

When I look back over the past year I can’t help but smile like, well, like the kitty who got the cream *purr*. I met my Sir just over a year ago and could never have envisioned where our friendship would lead. Our journey began with playful banter and flirting, to sharing our life views and inspirations, to a realization our relationship was becoming more than either of us had bargained for.

You see…submission is a new path for me. A realm of thought and feeling which I had ...

“Collar, sub” the simple command was one she knew well.

She reached for her hair, scooping her dark locks into her hand and pulling them to one side, exposing her neck to him. He bent over her…encircling her neck with a simple, black leather collar and fastening it. It was void of decoration, but for the buckle and a round, metal loop that dangled from her throat.

“Your hands” he ordered quietly…his commanding tone giving her goosebumps.

She raised ...

He watched as she awkwardly coiled the thin, chocolate brown rope three times around her small wrist. He smiled at her as she pulled at the end with her teeth...tightening the knot. She smiled widely at him...the love shining in her eyes, her excitement palpable. He took her hand, cupping it gently in his, palm upward. He brought her wrist up to his lips and gently kissed the knot secured there.

"This is a symbol of what's to come, sub" , he told her.

And ...

Kneeling on the cold, hard floor. Naked, my head bowed, eyes downcast. Knees invitingly apart and my wrists crossed behind my back. I wait.

I gasp when he finally touches me and my heart begins to race. He stands before me but i keep my eyes to the ground. His fingers lightly caress my face and stroke my hair. I can't help but smile and savour his touch.

Abruptly he stops and walks purposefully across the room. I daren't look but the rest of my senses are keenly ...

Dear Sir,

I sat in the park today and as it is with most of my quiet moments, i thought of you.

In quiet contemplation i passively stared at the dry, tawny carpet of leaves on the grass.

A sudden gust of wind rustled the leaves and they rolled and danced across the lawn and into the air. Some spiralled in mini whirlwinds before laying down to rest as the wind subsided. Dormant until the next uplifting burst livened the leaves again.

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To find oneself...such a cliche and yet so fitting as i embark on my submissive path. My journey began with a wonderful man who gently and wisely opened my eyes to what had always stirred inside me.

Societal constraints and expectation proved no match for my true self. Once these ideas were shed, my self imposed independence suddenly seemed to bind and drag. My freedom lay in becoming beholden and answerable to another.

The ropes that restrain have become a symbol ...