In Dependence

That’s what true independence is, isn’t it? Freedom. Freedom to choose.
Built from experience. Designed for practice

That’s what true independence is, isn’t it? Freedom. Freedom to choose.

There’s something about the sound of an acoustic guitar that pulls me in and makes me want to sit and stay awhile. Maybe it’s how the chords can be strummed to create a sweet melody or plucked to portray the moodiest dark complexity in our minds.

There’s something therapeutic about being able to write the most haunted, dilapidated words your head can create, and then being able to move on. It’s like a chance to clear your head, and your soul.

In the cadence created a new consciousness forms. One that pulls me to its depths. I float there, in that void, struggling to remain in your space, in your now.

. My submission to him does not depend on a piece of jewelry, a token of our dynamic. It is given because I know I am his and he is mine. Even when everything seems to be failing, I can hold this firm and know it is the truth.

I asked Mister K to zip me up. I'm not sure this is what I meant, but beggars can't be choosers!

Blogging about sex and my life as a submissive has given me a new perspective on the topic though. I find that I am becoming more comfortable in my own skin.

One is privacy, or maybe not so much...

His body tenses once more as the razor slides across his carotid artery. He knows that with just one slip, his life could be snuffed out, but the trust in his eyes urges me on, encourages me to finish my act of service.

BDSM has encouraged me to speak up, to stand up, to shout out. It’s shown me that we are all equal and if we learn to talk, to listen and trust in the steps, true equality is found