Under The Whip

I’m tired.
I’m angry.

And I’m done watching the very communities that claim to honor consent, discipline, tradition, and truth continue to fall apart under the weight of their own cowardice and corruption.

The Gorean community, the Leather community, and the wider BDSM and kink world all of them have been exposed, time and time again, for doing the unthinkable:

Concealing abuse.
Protecting predators.
Turning a blind eye to consent violations.
Siding with those who spew racism, hatred, or manipulation.
And worst of al, silencing survivors and gaslighting the ones brave enough to speak.
You know it. I know it. And I’m not afraid to say it anymore.

I am someone who has been harmed in this community, deeply, painfully, and in ways that changed my life. And rather than walking away completely, I made a vow.
To become the voice I once needed.To fight for those still afraid.
To hold up a mirror to the people and places that have chosen power over principle.

Let me be clear:

If you are not here to live by Character, Honor, Integrity, Merit, and Trust, then you have no business being in this community.

If you are not committed to exploring kink and power exchange safely, or protecting the people in it with integrity, then you are a danger to what we are supposed to stand for.

I don’t care how charming you are.
I don’t care how long you’ve been around.
I don’t care what titles you hold, how many people kiss your boots, or what kind of “legend” you think you are.

If you are outed as an abuser, a manipulator, or a protector of predators, your voice will be the one I call out.
You will be held accountable.
Because your presence is not more important than someone else’s safety.

This is not about drama.
This is about decency.
This is about survival.
This is about a community that can no longer afford to trade silence for social capital.

I have nothing to gain from this.
I don’t care about your popularity, your scene clout, or your fragile reputation.
If you’re a horrible person at your core, no title, patch, or popularity vote will shield you from the truth.

I vow to make this community safer.
I vow to stand up for those who don’t yet have a voice of their own.
And I vow to challenge the people who need to be smacked down a peg and reminded that accountability is not abuse, it is justice.

If this offends you?
Maybe it is time to reflect on why.

I will not sit back and let our world burn because people are too scared to call out evil when they see it.
This isn’t just about kink.
This is about ethics, safety, and truth.

So pick a side.
Because silence is no longer neutral.

In truth, with fire, and without apology

Ava, First Girl, of the House of Koch

As a slave in a Master/slave Gorean Lifestyle, living in full devotion within a Leather House under the ownership of my Masters, Calvin and Damon, my purpose is to serve in all ways, fully, joyfully, and without reservation.

Being of service in everyday life means tending to both the physical and emotional needs of my Masters and their House. It is in the small, intentional acts, preparing their space with care, anticipating their needs before they ask, offering comfort, respect, and obedience in every moment. Whether I am making their drinks just the way they like it, keeping their environment clean and orderly, or simply being present, attentive, and quiet when they wish for stillness, my service is an expression of my love and surrender.

Service to me is not just about tasks. It is about attitude, presence, and heart. It is in how I kneel, how I speak, how I listen. I strive to carry their protocols and expectations into everything I do, knowing I am a reflection of their ownership and their House. I live to honor them, not just when they are watching, but especially when they are not.

I serve not from obligation, but from deep gratitude. I am humbled each day by the privilege of belonging to Masters who lead with strength and wisdom. Calvin and Damon are my center, my grounding force, and it is my joy to uphold the values of their House through my obedience, my growth, my submission, and my pride in being theirs.

Every breath I take is an opportunity to serve them better. In every moment, I ask myself. How can I please them more deeply? How can I lighten their load, bring peace to their world, and reflect the honor of their ownership?

This is the way I live in service, in devotion, in surrender, and in love.

Right now, I’m struggling.

I know the heart of a slave is to serve, to surrender, to find beauty and fulfillment in obedience, but lately, I feel so far away from that. I feel disconnected, like my submission is floating in a space where it is unseen, untouched, and unfelt. And that absence, hurts.

There are things I used to do that made me feel like a slave, kneeling, being at their feet while they ate, the rituals, the tokens of ownership like wearing my collar. Those moments helped anchor me in my identity and my purpose. They weren’t grand gestures; they were small, sacred things that reminded me that I belonged. That I am theirs.

But lately, those rituals have fallen away. And without them, without even a glance, a gesture, a moment where my submission is acknowledged or called on. I feel invisible. Not just as a slave, but as me.

Vanilla and family life have gotten in the way of our dynamic, and my submission.

I want to find meaning, even in the vanilla or everyday things. I truly do. But when those acts aren’t being witnessed, guided, or received by my Masters. When I feel neglected or unseen in the very role that defines my heart, and soul. Even the most well intentioned tasks feel hollow. I don’t want to just do things. I want to be in service, to feel it, breathe it, embody it.

Being blind and having mobility issues adds another layer of struggle. It limits what I can physically do, and often makes it harder to improvise or offer acts of service spontaneously. When I’m not being directed or given structure, I sometimes don’t even know what’s wanted of me, or how to reach for my submission in a way that feels meaningful and not just like going through the motions.

I long to serve. I ache to feel their ownership again. Not just in words, but in ritual, in presence, in intention. I don’t need extravagance. I need connection. I need my Masters.

So I’m still here. Still trying. Still hoping for a return to the small sacred things. So I can once again feel the fullness of what I was made to be.

La Kajira!

Accessible Service Task List

Accounting AssistanceTrack spending in accessible budgeting apps (e.g., Mint, YNAB) or spreadsheets using screen reader friendly formats.
Input receipts using voice dictation or a small portable scanner paired with accessible software.
Use tactile calculators or accessible apps with high contrast, large buttons for manual entry if needed.
Create verbal financial summaries or record voice memos to deliver reports respectfully to your Masters.

Appointment SchedulingUse smart assistant devices (Alexa, Siri, Google Assistant) to set reminders or add events.
Confirm appointments via email or voice call, and organize confirmations by date/time for quick Master reference.
Maintain a shared digital calendar with voice alerts and color coding (if low vision is present).

Cigar Service

Prepare their SpaceSet up a stable, waist height table or tray near where your Masters will sit.
Use non slip mats or small trays with lips to prevent items from sliding.
Have everything laid out in consistent positions for memory based access.
Present the CigarHold the cigar in both hands, horizontally, and offer it up respectfully (kneeling, standing or seated).
If kneeling is difficult, sit in a respectful posture, perhaps on a cushion, with hands lifted in offering.
Use a velvet lined tray or cloth for presentation if holding isn’t an option.
Cutting the Cigar (if permitted or asked)Use a cigar cutter with tactile grips.
Place a tactile sticker or Braille marker on the cutter for proper finger placement.
Practice a steady, confident cut using audio cues or vibration-based cutters if needed.
Lighting the Cigar (if part of your service)Use a torch lighter with a wide button or adapted trigger.
Anchor your hands by bracing elbows on a table or your thighs for steadiness.
Rotate the cigar slowly at the foot, using scent and heat as cues for even lighting.
If direct lighting is too difficult, ask permission to “warm the cigar” instead, holding it to the flame for them.
Offering the Lit CigarPresent the cigar gently in cupped hands or on a tray.
Use a spoken phrase of offering, such as: “Your cigar is prepared, my Master.”
Wait respectfully, listening for any additional requests.
During SmokingSit or kneel in a comfortable position nearby, quietly attentive.
Offer light service if appropriate, hand massage, shoulder touch, or simply peaceful presence.
Have an ashtray with a raised edge and tongs or grabber nearby for assistance if needed.
Post Smoke Clean UpUse gloves or tongs to safely dispose of the cigar stub.
Wipe the tray and lighter area with pre moistened wipes (tactile wipes for easier grip).
Store tools in labeled or Braille tagged containers in consistent places.
Closing the RitualEnd with a submissive gesture or phrase of gratitude, such as, "“Thank You, my Master, for the honor of this service."
Return to your resting position or await further instructions with calm presence.

Clean the S&M ToolsUse tactile labels or raised symbols to identify each tool.
Set up a cleaning station with organized bins and disinfectants with pump tops or squeeze bottles.
Use gloves with textured grip for better handling and use audio reminders for soak/rinse times.

Clothing PrepLay out their outfitsUse Braille or tactile tags in clothing to identify colors, textures, and styles.
Organize their wardrobe in a consistent layout (e.g., tops on left, bottoms on right, formal in center).
Use a chair or bed surface at waist height for easy reach when laying out outfits.

Communication RelayRead or relay messages between House members (as directed) with grace and discretion.
Keep logs of communications or requests using voice memos.
Practice formal speech or respectful tone when delivering messages as a service.

Daily Note Taking or Journaling on their BehalfWrite dictated notes or letters.
Organize notes into categories (business, personal, creative ideas) for easy retrieval.
Record meetings or ideas using a digital recorder if typing isn’t comfortable.

**First Girl Duties – House Leadership Role

Coordinate Task CompletionEnsure all assigned tasks are being completed to House standards and in the time expected.
Offer support, reminders, or redirection if a task is incomplete or done improperly.
Document Training ProgressMaintain records (written or audio) of each slave’s progress, behavior, and growth.
Submit regular reports to Masters Calvin and Damon, as requested.
Facilitate Lesson SchedulesAssist in creating or reinforcing lesson plans tailored to each slave’s development goals set by the Masters.
Keep track of their completion and mastery of each lesson or protocol.
Handle Peer Conflicts or IssuesAddress any personal or emotional issues among slaves when possible, with calm and respectful guidance.
Escalate to the Masters only when necessary or beyond your scope of authority.
Monitor Protocol AdherenceObserve that all slaves are following House protocols correctly and consistently.
Gently correct and guide them when needed, always reflecting the tone of the House.
Offer Mentorship and EncouragementProvide emotional support, submissive encouragement, and mentorship to junior or newer slaves.
Share insights and model appropriate service behavior with humility and pride.
Oversee Training SessionsLead or supervise training sessions as instructed by the Masters.
Use adapted teaching tools if any slaves have special needs (visual, physical, emotional, etc.).
Report to Masters RegularlyDeliver clear and honest updates on slave behavior, achievements, and needs.
Ask for clarification or permission if unsure how to handle a situation.

Gift or Errand PlanningKeep a running voice note list of important dates or needed items.
Assist with online shopping using accessibility friendly websites and tools like screen magnifiers or readers.
Suggest thoughtful ideas based on past preferences, and organize delivery or pickup.

Grocery or Task List KeeperUse voice to text apps (like Notes or Reminders).
Record notes aloud if typing isn’t accessible, and sync to shared devices if needed.
Ask Masters for verbal updates or approval on lists, keeping it collaborative.

House Rules or Protocol DocumentationType or record updated protocols, rules, or rituals using accessible document software.
Store them on a shared drive or voice accessible app for all House members.
Create a “daily protocol audio” reminder or affirmations list if Masters wish to reinforce rituals consistently.

JournalingUse a digital voice recorder, speech to text app.
Keep entries organized by date for easy reference.
If sharing with Masters, email transcriptions or read aloud during a service check in.

LaundryUse Braille or tactile dots on washer/dryer controls.
Pre sort laundry into labeled bins (lights, darks, delicates) to simplify steps.
Sit on a stool or chair while folding to reduce strain.

Light Hand, Foot, or Shoulder MassageUse scented oils or lotions to identify areas by smell if needed.
Learn and memorize a few simple massage patterns for confidence and flow.
Sit on a stable stool or use a lap pillow for support, especially for feet or shoulders.
Use gloves

Put food on platesUse a sectioned plate or plate guard for easier food arrangement.
Use finger guides to portion food neatly, or learn to plate by touch and texture.
Sit while preparing or serving to conserve energy and maintain control.

Secretary ServiceTake voice notes or transcribe messages using speech to text apps (like Otter.ai or Google Docs with dictation).
Organize emails, calendars, and reminders using accessible tools like screen readers (JAWS, NVDA, VoiceOver).
Read important messages aloud (if permitted), summarize tasks, and keep Masters informed daily or weekly.
Use tactile folders or digital file structures labeled by sound or speech commands for efficient access.

Serve DrinksUse a liquid level indicator to avoid over pouring.
Pre measure drink mixes or keep labeled bottles in consistent spots.
Use a tray with non slip liner and handles for safe carrying, or serve seated.

Supervising ThingsUse voice controlled smart home devices to monitor tasks or routines.
Ask for verbal reports or use shared digital calendars/reminders to stay involved.
Give check ins verbally if others are carrying out physical tasks under your direction.

Take Toby PottySit in a chair and wait for him.
Leave the back door open so he can come in whenever he is finished.
Get Masters if I need assistance.

Weekly Check InsPrepare notes or voice memos ahead of time to stay organized.
Sit in a comfortable, supported space with minimal distractions.
Focus on your thoughts, progress, and how you can better serve, be open and honest.

Wipe Down SurfacesUsing pre moistened disinfectant wipesUse wipes with strong texture to feel coverage.
Use a zigzag or circular motion pattern to ensure full wipe down.
Pre label surfaces or use memory and consistency for routine:Bathroom sinks – Start at faucet, move outwards.
Kitchen counters – Start at one corner, move linearly.
Tabletops – Use tactile edge to guide direction.

Have you ever been caught masturbating?

Let me take you back to a time when my hormones were raging, my sense of self inhibition was non existent, and my understanding of privacy was barely skimming the surface. I was a naive eighteen year old, firmly entrenched in the volatile realm of young adulthood, where curiosity often led to awkward and unforgettable experiences.

Now, don’t get me wrong, self love is an essential part of growing up. Something we all venture into at some point. Unfortunately, my first encounter with this topic turned into quite the spectacle. It all started one random night when a certain phone call led to an unexpected escalation of events. Ah yes, the glorious age of flip phones and questionable choices.

So there I was, having what I thought was a private conversation that was definitely on the adult side of the scale and absolutely delightful if I may say so myself. My imagination was running wild, fueled by an enthusiastic partner on the other end of the line. As I began to indulge in my newfound expertise on the subject of self love, I forgot one crucial element. The thin walls of our family home and the fact that my brothers were asleep just down the hall.

My zest for life and, let’s be honest, my vocal enthusiasm. Didn’t just awaken my own senses. No, it decided to awaken my brother, who, in a panic, assumed that I was in danger. You know that cartoonish moment where someone bursts through a door like the Kool Aid Man? Yes, that was my mother, and the horror in her eyes could have curdled milk. She barreled in as if she were responding to a five alarm fire, only to find her eldest child, totally unfazed and utterly confused, enjoying a personal moment of ecstasy.

In that awkward split second when the world seemed to shift on its axis, time stood still. I’m pretty sure I saw my life flash before my eyes. I was trying to process my mother standing there, with her hand covering her mouth, and I was desperately grasping at whatever shred of dignity I had left.

Let’s just say my reputation didn’t recover as swiftly as my ego after that incident. Family dinners turned into a minefield of inside jokes, clandestine winks, and the occasional eye roll whenever anyone mentioned ‘intimate calls’. Who knew that self love could spark so much comedic relief for the family? Or my own humiliation. Nonetheless, I learned some vital lessons that night. Soundproofing is essential, and maybe, just maybe, a little privacy goes a long way, and always remember to lock the door.

Now, as I look back on that cringe worthy moment, I can’t help but laugh. It taught me the importance of humor when navigating the sometimes awkward journey of self exploration and love. So to all the brave souls out there embarking on your own explorations, remember to lock the door, maybe invest in some soundproofing, and above all else, just have fun.

For Master Calvin and Master Damon

I bow my head to the Ones who own me,
Master Calvin, steady as the earth beneath me,
Master Damon, fierce as the flame that warms me.
In their Dominance, I find peace.
In their control, I find freedom.
In their love, I am undone, and remade.
This body is theirs.
This heart, theirs to guide.
My breath, my softness, my silence,
each laid humbly at their feet.
I do not serve for reward.
I serve because it is my truth.
I serve because in surrender, I am most whole.
When they are weary, I remain steady.
When they are distant, I remain near in spirit.
When the world asks too much of them,
let them find quiet refuge in the loyalty of my soul.
I am the property of my Masters.
Not by force, but by the gravity of love.
Not in fear, but in the freedom of chosen devotion.
May every task I complete be a kiss upon their legacy.
May every breath I take be a whisper of, I am Yours.
Let them feel my love even in silence.
Let them sense my submission even in stillness.
Let them know: I belong to them, now and always.
To my Masters Calvin and Damon, I offer all that I am.
I kneel, not in weakness, but in joy.
For to be Yours is not a burden,
It is my becoming.
So it is spoken. So it is true.
I am Yours.
With all that I am, and all I ever hope to be, Forever.

Have you ever had sex in a public place?

As I reflect on my younger years, it is hard not to chuckle at the spontaneous adventures I embarked on. The question, "Have you had sex in a public place?" evokes a series of memories that, quite honestly, might raise a few eyebrows. The answer, without hesitation, is yes. Back in my late teens and early twenties, spontaneous sexual encounters in unconventional settings were a part of my exploration of intimacy and freedom.

Those were thrilling days filled with the allure of secrecy and excitement. My friends and I often found ourselves brainstorming the best spots to escape to. It was like a game, and the thought of getting caught added an adrenaline rush that made it all the more enticing. From secluded beaches under the moonlight to hidden corners in parks, the adrenaline of being in somewhat illicit situations turned mundane outings into unforgettable experiences. Even if we were miles away from civilization with no chance of being caught.

However, as life progressed, things changed. My lifestyle transformed due to unforeseen circumstances. Today, I find myself living with a disability that limits my mobility, making access to such secluded spots considerably more challenging. It is not just about location anymore but also about practicality. The excitement that once accompanied these escapades has relaxed into a more cautious approach to intimacy.

Living in Florida presents certain challenges. With its notorious humidity and sweltering heat, the once enchanting idea of outdoor encounters has dulled considerably. The beauty of Florida’s coastline, while perfect for sunbathing or beach volleyball, isn't as welcoming when you think about the discomfort of humidity and the swarm of insects that accompany it. Unlike in my youth, where adventure outweighed discomfort, these days the prospect of sweat and sticky skin puts a damper on any clandestine rendezvous outdoors.

While I don’t partake in such adventures as I once did, I reflect on those times with a sense of nostalgia. Each moment spent in a hidden nook or a quiet corner marked a chapter of liberation and youthful exploration. It was about experiencing life raw and unfiltered, and those memories are precious.

If I were to offer advice to anyone considering these escapades, I'd suggest mindful exploration. Whether in the heat of a passionate moment or a secretive kiss, remember that enjoyment is heightened when paired with respect for your surroundings and those who may share the space. Life may have changed my circumstances, but it hasn't dulled the memories of those free spirited days.

Engaging in a scene with another person, regardless of its nature or the individuals involved. Can be an intense experience that impacts the body, mind, and spirit. This intensity is often shared by both the one guiding the scene and the one receiving it. For this reason, it is strongly recommended to include a post scene debrief.

While this conversation doesn't need to happen immediately, it should be approached thoughtfully, allowing each individual a few days to fully process their emotions and experiences before reconnecting.

For the purposes of these forms, the questions have been framed from the perspective of the bottom. However, they can easily be adapted to suit the top’s viewpoint and needs within a scene.

Impact Play (Spanking, Flogging, Caning, etc.)
What kind of pain felt most satisfying or cathartic to me during this scene?
Were there any strikes or sensations that took me by surprise, either in pleasure or discomfort?
Did I reach a point of subspace, euphoria, or emotional release through the impact?
How did I feel about your rhythm, pacing, and control?
Was there any part of my body or psyche that felt neglected or overexposed?
Did the intensity feel like it built naturally, or did I struggle to keep up with the pace?
Were there any non verbal reactions I noticed in myself that I didn’t express out loud?
How did the marks or bruises make me feel afterward? Proud, vulnerable, owned, indifferent?
Did I trust you fully in the moment, or did I hesitate internally at any point?
What did I need from you afterward to feel held and reconnected?

Degradation / Humiliation
What words or actions hit me the hardest emotionally, and why do I think they landed that way?
Was there anything you said that made me feel conflicted, confused, or exposed?
How did I navigate the tension between arousal and emotional vulnerability?
Did I feel safe being degraded by you and what about your tone or energy made that possible (or difficult)?
Did the scene activate any old insecurities or wounds I didn’t expect?
How did I feel about myself immediately after the scene? Did I need reassurance?
Was there a moment where I wanted to safeword or speak up but didn’t?
Did I experience any emotional drop after the scene, and what helped me recover (or what might help next time)?
Did the experience deepen my trust in you, or raise new questions I want to talk about?
How did this scene impact my sense of identity as your slave or submissive?

Bondage / Restraint
What sensations or emotions came up for me while being physically restrained?
Did I feel safe and secure, or anxious and hyper aware, at any point during the tie?
How did my breath, body, or mind shift as the restraint deepened?
Was there a moment when I completely surrendered to stillness?
How did the restriction of movement affect my mental state or sexual energy?
Were there any uncomfortable positions, pinches, or physical limits I should tell you about?
Did being bound help me drop into subspace, or make it harder to stay present?
What did it feel like to be so fully under your control, unable to move or choose?
Did I feel like an object, a canvas, a possession? How do I feel about that now?
What aftercare helped me feel grounded and safe again, and is there anything I’m still processing?

Power Play / Psychological Domination
How did it feel to be mentally and emotionally dominated, without necessarily being touched?
What kinds of commands, tone, or presence from you triggered the deepest submission in me?
Were there moments where I felt truly powerless, and how did I respond internally?
Did the dynamic challenge any part of my self image or ego?
Was there anything about your control that made me feel conflicted or pushed past a limit?
Did I crave more pushback or more comfort from you during the scene?
How did I respond to anticipation, silence, or unpredictability?
Did I feel emotionally exposed or manipulated, and was it thrilling or destabilizing?
What lingers with me most from the scene? The fear, the control, the surrender?
How did I feel about myself when the scene ended, and did your energy help me return to a secure place?

Emotional Surrender / Ownership Based Scenes
Did I feel completely yours during the scene and what made me feel that way?
How did the dynamic express love, devotion, or reverence?
Were there moments I cried, trembled, or softened unexpectedly?
What made me feel safest in giving myself to you fully?
Did I feel cherished, punished, humbled, or honored?
What rituals, words, or actions made me feel most owned?
How did this scene affirm or challenge my slave identity?
What spiritual or emotional shifts happened for me?
Do I feel more bonded to you now? Why?
Is there anything I want to say that I couldn’t during the scene?

Medical Play / Clinical Scenes
How did I feel being examined, invaded, or “treated” like a patient or object?
Was the clinical tone erotic, unnerving, neutral, or triggering?
Did the use of gloves, tools, or cold language affect my mindset?
Did I feel dehumanized or taken care of and how did that feel?
Were there physical limits or discomforts I didn’t express?
How did I respond to objectification in a clinical context?
Did this scene bring up any fantasies I didn’t know I had?
Was there arousal in being “used” medically? Why or why not?
How can I better prepare emotionally or physically for scenes like this?
What kind of aftercare helped me feel warm and human again?

Primal Play/ Fear Play/ Predator/Prey Dynamics
What role did I drop into, prey, animal, fighter, runner?
Did I feel fear, thrill, arousal, or resistance, and in what moments?
How did my body respond to being chased, captured, or hunted?
Were there any real fears triggered, and did I feel safe exploring them?
What helped me stay in the primal state, or pulled me out of it?
Did growling, biting, pinning, or fighting feel empowering or submissive?
How did it feel to be taken, claimed, or overpowered?
What instincts came forward? Did I surprise myself?
How do I feel about myself after the scene, stronger, raw, vulnerable?
What do I need from you to return to “human” space after primal play?

Age Play/ Little Space/ Care Based Dynamics
What age, headspace, or mindset did I drop into during the scene?
Did I feel safe being small, soft, playful, or needy?
What tone, words, or gestures made me feel seen and nurtured?
Was there any shame, resistance, or discomfort about being little?
Did I feel like I could fully let go of adult worries or responsibilities?
What moments made me feel especially cared for or adored?
Were there any parts that felt confusing, overwhelming, or too intense?
What helps me shift back into “big” space gently?
Did this dynamic deepen my trust and emotional bond with you?
What does being your little mean to me right now?

CNC/ Consensual Non Consent
What part of the scene felt the most real or intense for me?
Did I struggle with fear, trust, arousal or all three at once?
Were there moments where I wanted to resist but leaned in instead?
How did my body and mind process the loss of control?
Did I feel safe in the structure, even when it felt unsafe in the moment?
Were there lines approached or crossed emotionally or physically?
How do I feel about you now, after playing in this territory?
Do I need reassurance, space, or conversation to fully return?
How has this scene reshaped my view of trust and submission?
What do I want to explore (or not) further in CNC scenes?

Final Reflection (Use After Any Scene)
What am I most proud of myself for during this scene?
What do I want to thank you for?
What stayed with me afterward, emotionally, physically, spiritually?
How do I feel about our dynamic after this scene?
What do I want more of next time?

Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

When it comes to the world of sex, let’s be real! A little mischief goes a long way, and I’ve often found myself embracing the full spectrum of sensual experiences. Indoors, outdoors, in water, and out of water. I'm game for it all! But if I’m being honest, I do have a particular soft spot for the security of the bed or the floor. That's not to say I’ll pass up on a little fun elsewhere, but let me share some of my adventures and misadventures that have shaped my preferences.

Let's start with the couch. Oh, the cozy allure of your favorite sectional, promising romance and lazy Sunday afternoons. Well, I once thought it could handle my wild side. Spoiler alert: it couldn't. Picture this: an intimate moment turns into a full fledged wrestling match (in the best possible way, of course), and suddenly I hear a crack louder than my own giggles. Yep, I had officially broken a couch frame! It might not have been the most graceful exit from a passionate interlude, but it sure was memorable. Trust me, my friends, that couch had seen better days, and I’m certain it wasn’t the first (or last) time it would bear the brunt of my enthusiastic nature.

Hello, my name is Ava, and I have broken many a sofa!

As much as I love the thrill of spontaneity, the practicality of a solid bed (or even a sturdy floor) becomes appealing. Beds are the tried and true soft spots, adorned with pillows and blankets primed for cushioning and comfort. There’s an undeniable charm about the way sheets caress the skin, enhancing the entire experience. Plus, who doesn’t love a good post coital snuggle in the embrace of soft linens? It is like wrapping yourself in a warm hug after the fireworks fade. Pure bliss!

Yet, the floor also has its merits. It may not have the plush appeal of a bed, but there’s something raw and exhilarating about getting down to the hard surface. Trust me, the thrill of a little roughness adds an engaging layer to the experience. Just make sure to lay down a blanket or two; nobody wants to be reminded of the carpet burns the next morning! Or do they?

Now, if we venture outdoors, oh, sweet outdoor escapades! Whether it is a secluded beach or a hidden mountain overlook, there's a unique thrill in connecting with nature and each other. Sure, there’s a certain level of risk involved (hello, potential witnesses!), but that’s all part of the adventure, right? Just remember to keep things steamy and playful. Nothing ruins the moment quite like a surprise audience!

The best place for sex is wherever the mood strikes and the chemistry simmers. Whether on a sumptuous bed, a rebellious couch, or a daring floor, the key ingredients are passion, laughter, and a sprinkle of spice. So, my fellow romantic but kink adventurers. Let us keep exploring, breaking a frame or two along the way, all in the name of pleasure! After all, what’s life without a little fun?

Have you ever had any one night stands?

The thrill of youth and those exhilarating moments that shape our lives! Today, I want to dive into a cheeky topic that many of us have either experienced or pondered. One night stands. Have I had a few? Absolutely! In fact, I’d say some of the most unforgettable nights have been those wild, spontaneous encounters from my teenage years and early twenties.

Let’s take a little stroll down memory lane to my eighteenth birthday. It is a magical age, isn't it? The freedom of adulthood looms over you, promising endless possibilities. Especially when it comes to love and lust! On that fateful day, I found myself caught up in the charm of a dashing guy from the local college. He was the kind of guy who could easily sweep anyone off their feet with just a smile. And oh, what a smile he had!

As luck would have it, we had been flirting for a while. Then, during a particularly playful conversation, he popped the question that would change my birthday forever. “So, have you had any birthday sex yet?” I was caught off guard, slightly blushing, and I could only manage a shy “no.” In that moment, I had no idea that answer would lead to an unforgettable evening.

With an adventurous glint in his eye, he offered to change that. My heart raced with excitement, and before I knew it, I found myself in his car. The anticipation was electric! I could hardly contain my giggles and nervous energy as we began our little adventure. After all, what's a milestone birthday without a memorable escapade?

Once we stepped into his space, everything just flowed naturally. The chemistry between us was undeniable. We laughed, shared stories, and before I knew it, we were lost in each other's arms, exploring the thrilling depths of our desires. Honestly, the way he kissed me was like fireworks going off in my mind, igniting every sense and turning up the heat.

As young adults, we often hear that one night stands can sometimes feel empty, but I can wholeheartedly say that this experience was anything but that! It felt like a celebration of me. My newfound freedom, my budding sexuality, and simply the joy of being alive at that moment. The passion was raw, genuine, and filled with the innocent eagerness of youth.

Looking back on that enchanting night, I can't help but smile. It wasn’t just about the physical aspect; it was a whirlwind of fun, flirtation, and a sprinkle of spontaneity. Sure, there have been other one night stands throughout my late teens and early twenties, each with their own stories and memories, but this birthday escapade holds a special place in my heart. It was not only about the birthday sex. It marked a beautiful step into adulthood where I learned to embrace my desires without hesitation.

Do you like to be Dominant or submissive?

When posed with the question of being Dominant or submissive, many might struggle to find a definitive answer. For me, it is a bit of a paradox. While I can confidently say I possess a dominant personality. There's this other side of me that feels a profound sense of peace and purpose in the submissive role. More specifically, I find my true home in a Master/slave dynamic.

This lifestyle is not about losing my identity or being a doormat. Rather, it is about embracing the values of trust, respect, and mutual understanding that underpin this dynamic. There's magic in knowing that I can surrender myself to someone who understands my needs and desires. In so many ways, entering into a Master/slave relationship offers me the structure and boundaries that I crave. Rather than feeling constrained, I thrive within them.

As someone who has often been described as having a Dominant streak, the existence of my obedient side took some time to understand. It turns out, there’s a certain liberation that comes from submitting to a figure I trust. By letting go of control, I find solace in the guidance of my Masters. It is somewhat paradoxical. I stand tall in my life, leading and managing various responsibilities, all while yearning for someone to lead me in a different context. The dance between Dominance and submission can be a beautiful rhythm of contrasting energies.

Though I embrace the slave heart within me, I also appreciate the space to express my thoughts and opinions. A healthy Master/slave dynamic does not silence the submissive voice but rather values it. It thrives on open communication, allowing me to negotiate my limits and express my needs. I enjoy contributing my ideas about how our dynamic can evolve, ensuring that this isn't simply a one-sided relationship. For me, it is about balance. My Masters' authority balanced with my own input and negotiation.

It is important to mention that this relationship isn’t rushed or based on superficial attraction. Instead, it takes time to cultivate trust and connection. I remember when I first met my Masters and how we navigated through our conversations about our desires and boundaries. It was exhilarating to explore our compatibility and establish the framework of our relationship. Each discovery brought us closer, reinforcing the bond that makes our dynamic work.

Navigating the world as a self identified slave can sometimes lead to misconceptions or judgments, but it is essential to note that this is a consensual and empowering choice for me. It is about unapologetically embracing who I am at my core. My personality may suggest otherwise, yet my heart finds the deepest joy when I allow myself to surrender.

Favorite sex position?

When it comes to the bedroom, let's just say I have a few aces up my sleeve. But if I had to pick a single position that sets my heart racing, it would undoubtedly be a twist on the classic doggy style. Though I must admit, I’ve put my own delicious spin on it! Imagine this fun scenario, I’m on my knees, just slightly elevated, giving me that perfect opportunity to feel every tantalizing thrust while maintaining that delicious sense of anticipation.

Let me paint you a picture. With my liftable bed, I've created the perfect setting. As it rises into a sitting position, a smirk plays on my lips because I know what’s coming next. Draping myself over the edge, I can feel the cool sheets against my skin, heightening my senses. My partner is positioned behind me, ready to bring the excitement. Having that support allows me to arch my back just right, inviting them in deeper, harder, and with a sense of urgency that makes every moment electric.

One of the best parts about this position is the way it encourages both intimacy and raw passion. There's something thrilling about being in a position where I can feel my partner’s grip on my hips tighten, the way their fingers curl into my skin, and how they take control in the most seductive way. Add in a little hair pulling, and oh boy, let’s just say I’m a puddle of delight. Every gentle tug ignites a spark within me, making that connection feel even more intense.

But that’s not all. I mean, who doesn’t love a little extracurricular fun? When I get to enjoy the best of both worlds, with one partner penetrating me while another caters to my mouth, it is like fireworks on a summer night! The thrill of being able to take charge of my pleasure from both ends is simply irresistible. It is a delightful balance of sensations that can turn a good night into a spectacular one.

The joy of indulging in this experience lies not just in the physicality but in the heady connection with my partners. There’s laughter, whispers, and shared glances that spark an electric energy in the air, transporting us to our own little world. It truly feels like a dance. Both partners participating, guiding one another with touch, creating a rhythm that’s as pleasurable as it is satisfying.

My favorite sexual position is one that bridges the gap between primal desire and playful intimacy. Each thrust ignites something deep within me, and every interaction is laced with flirtation and fun. Whether it is the rawness of being gripped by the hips or enjoying the delightful sensation of being fulfilled in two ways at once, I revel in every moment. For those of you willing to explore, I can only hope you find something that brings as much joy and excitement in the bedroom as I have found in this delightful twist on a classic.