Category submissive Journal

Liberty of Loving Life

When we have taken the time, we often fill the days away with so many activities that we’re so exhausted at the end that sleep is the only thing on our minds. If I had it my way we would take a whole week spent on a sunny beach. Our naked bodies kissed by the sun, our bums planted in the sand.

Dynamic Data

In the 3576 days that I have been a submissive in more than just my heart, I have completed 98% of my tasks and been punished for 1%. The other 1% is still in the works. Punishments have consisted of 4% of our scenes. Of all our scenes, only 1.3% have been outdoors.

My Mission to Masturbation

I rubbed harder and faster, my breaths became panting, ragged gasps. Sweat formed on my brow. I rubbed and I rubbed, my fingers chasing my climax up a hill to reach a plateau. Running across that plateau, standing on the edge, then suddenly, I tipped over. My orgasm ripped from me, to be hurdled through space.

Limiting my Libido

while my mind is full of constant what if’s and why not's, my body needs closeness and intimacy, even pain, using our dynamic and play as a way to relieve the tension. My body is confusing the increase in adrenaline as a preparation for my masochistic desires.