Under The Whip

Weekly Submission Ritual
The Quiet Flame

I am creating this as a way to recenter myself. To quiet the noise of the outside world and return to the calm, grounded space where my submission lives. Through these rituals, and symbols, I am reclaiming my focus and deepening my connection to service. This is a path back to the peace I find in obedience. The fulfillment I feel in devotion. And the love that guides me in serving my Masters with grace, intention, and an open heart.

Timing Choose one consistent time each week. Let this be your sacred time, no matter what else is happening.

Setting the Space (5 min)
Sit, kneel, or lie comfortably.
If possible, dim the lights or light a candle. If not, imagine a flame in your mind.
Say out loud or internallyReturn to the center of who I am.
I return to the quiet flame of my submission.
Even in stillness, I serve. Even in silence, I am devoted.
This is your grounding invocation.

Body Connection (5–10 min)
Place a hand over your heart.
Breathe deeply.Inhale: I am present.
Exhale: I am still Theirs.
Run your fingers along your arms, hair, or anything accessible, this is your body’s way of saying,I am worthy of attention.
You can even sayThis body is my offering.
My breath is my vow.

Devotion Reflection or Journal (10–15 min)
Choose one of the following prompts each week and write, speak into a recorder, or just think deeply about it.What part of myself am I reclaiming this week?
What does submission feel like in the absence of command?
How can I serve from love, not obligation?
What do I wish They could see inside me right now?
End this time by writing or whispering.am still Yours. Even when unseen. Even when un held. I am not forgotten.

Personal Marking or Token (Optional but powerful)
Choose a small item to be your symbol.Bracelet
Ribbon
Hair Clip
Scarf
Even a certain scent.
Each week, place or wear it with intention, saying.

This marks my heart. This is my devotion, even when unspoken.

Closing Phrase
As your ritual ends, close with,

My submission is not waiting. It is breathing. It is blooming. I am still Theirs.”

Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

Oral sex, a tantalizing topic that never fails to spark curiosity and excitement! When it comes to the question, "Do you prefer giving or receiving?" I can't help but giggle, because really, who doesn’t love both? But let me share a little secret. There’s something about the rush of giving that sends shivers down my spine.

Now, don't get me wrong. I absolutely relish it when someone goes down on me. There’s nothing quite as exhilarating as being swept away in that ocean of pleasure, where every touch and lick brings waves of delight. But I have to admit, there’s an itch that only giving can scratch. An irresistible need I can’t seem to ignore.

The lights are dimmed, the mood is set, and you’re sinking into a delicious mix of excitement and nerves. Getting on my knees, I can feel that flutter of anticipation build up within me. There’s an undeniable thrill in taking control, but the real magic happens when I’m guided gently but firmly. The sensation of someone's hands grasping my chin as they assert their Dominance? Oh my! It is like a thrilling rollercoaster. A beautiful mix of vulnerability and excitement.

My nose is playfully plugged, each breath a reminder of the delicious intensity of the moment. The world fades away, and it is just us, lost in the rhythm of desire. The sensation of my arms being held tightly behind my back only serves to heighten that feeling of surrender. In those moments, it is not just about giving. It is about creating an experience that’s electrifying for both of us.

There's also a raw, animalistic connection that occurs when your partner is at my mercy. This dynamic makes me ache with eagerness to please, and trust me, once I get started, it is a beautiful dance of passion and pleasure. The fear that I may not get to breathe again? It is thrilling in the best way possible, and it stirs something primal within me.

That adrenaline rush only makes me more eager; my desire to please is like a fire, glowing brighter and brighter until it consumes me. I want to bring my partner to the brink of ecstasy and see their reactions. The way their breath hitches or the slight shudder when I do just the right thing. There's something incredibly satisfying about knowing that I’m the one causing those moments of bliss.

And let’s be honest, sharing in the pleasure of oral sex is a deeply intimate act. It builds a connection that transcends the physical. It is an exchange of trust and desire. Every touch, every gasp, is a reflection of the beautiful chemistry we share.

So, in answering that age old question of giving versus receiving, I’ve found my little sweet spot. The joy of being on my knees, relishing in the power of pleasure, both for myself and my partners.

Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

In the realm of sensuality and desire, there exists a unique and powerful dynamic that captivates the imagination and stirs the deepest yearnings within me. When considering the question, "Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?" my thoughts drift unwaveringly to the intriguing figure of the Gorean Master. The world of Gorean culture is not just a fantasy but an exploration of the very essence of Dominance, submission, and the intricate dance of power and surrender.

As someone who embraces the thrills of this lifestyle, I can’t help but feel an immense desire to serve the Gorean Masters. There’s an indescribable essence to them. A blend of strength, confidence, and charisma, that draws me in like a moth to a flame. It is more than just physical attraction. It is about the deep seated urge to please and be pleasing, to yield to those who embody the values of control and authority in the most tantalizing manner.

Why this particular fascination? Perhaps it is the idea of servitude itself. A concept that resonates with my core desires. Serving a Gorean Master feels like entering a world where I can fully embrace my submission, giving myself over to pleasure and obedience. The thought of throwing myself into the furs, letting go of my inhibitions, and surrendering to the whims of a strong, assertive partner excites me in ways few other experiences can. It is the ultimate act of liberation for me, a passionate expression of trust and vulnerability.

Though I won’t list direct names or reveal specifics about those who inspire my admiration, it is essential to acknowledge that not all Goreans are created equal. There are a select few whose essence resonates with me on a profound level. Each of these individuals embodies the qualities I find most appealing. A mix of experience, wisdom, and a touch of mystery that keeps me intrigued. Their ability to navigate the intricacies of power exchange, while maintaining respect and care for their partner, is both alluring and inspiring.

This intimacy isn’t only about physical connection. It is the emotional depth and understanding that truly captivates me. The Gorean Masters possess an innate ability to create an atmosphere where trust flourishes, allowing their slaves to explore their desires without fear. The thrill of submitting to such authority, the rush of being claimed and cherished is a fantasy I yearn to manifest.

In the depths of my yearnings, I often picture what it might be like to serve these Masters. The anticipation of their command ignites my senses. The thought of being put to good use, of knowing my efforts are dedicated to enhancing someone else's pleasure, is thrilling. Each moment shared in this exchange becomes a beautiful tapestry of sensual exploration and personal growth that elevates the experience to a level that transcends the physical.

Day 5: Voice of the Slave – Record or recite a short chant of praise to your Owner.

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Chant of Praise to my Masters

They are the fire that does not dim,
The storm that bends my world to whim.
Steel in stance, and sharp of mind,
Ruthless, regal, yet refined.

Their gaze commands, Their silence reigns,
In every breath, unspoken chains.
One is the shield, the silent flame,
The other, thunder without name.

I bend like silk beneath Their hands,
A willing flame at Their command.
No throne is greater, no law more true
Than the will of Those, I belong unto.

No name I speak, yet all I know
Is where They lead, I ache to go.
Into the grace of Their binding claim.
Forever Their kajira, without shame.
 
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 There is a recording - Just not posted here!
 

‘What are you doing?’ She turned bodily in the straps, looking at me, her eyes wide. ‘Where are you going, Master?’

The word ‘Master’, though it had come appropriately enough from the girl, who was, legally at least, my property, startled me.

‘Don’t call me Master,’ I said.

‘But you are my Master,’ she said.

I took from my tunic the key my father had given me, the key to Sana’s collar. I reached to the lock behind her neck, inserted the key and turned it, springing open the mechanism. I jerked the collar away from her throat and threw it and the key from the tarn’s back and watched them fly downward in a long, graceful parabola.Tarnsman of Gor. Chapter 5, Page 69 of ⭐️Edition.

My Reflection On This Quote

When I read this passage from Tarnsman of Gor, it struck me with a quiet, aching truth, one that speaks not only to the dynamic of Master and slave, but to the essence of identity itself.

In that moment on the back of the tarn, when he removes her collar and casts it away into the sky, it is not just a symbolic gesture. It is a confession. He is not yet her Master, because he has not yet mastered himself. He is still lost within, still questioning, still battling the man he thinks he should be against the man he truly is. And so, he lets go of her collar, not because he denies the bond between them, but because he does not yet feel worthy of it.

That struck me. Deeply.

To me, this is the core truth. A Master must first Master himself before he can Master another. If he does not know who he is, what he believes in, what he values, what he truly desires, what he stands for, then how can he lead? How can he claim ownership of another soul, guide her, mold her, command her surrender, if he is still fragmented inside?

What moved me most was how the girl responded. "But you are my Master." She saw something in him he could not yet see in himself. Her submission was real, even if he wasn’t ready to accept it. That contrast, her clarity and his confusion, mirrors the journey so many of us face, whether we walk the path of Master or kajira.

We must stop lying to ourselves. Stop hiding from the things we feel, the desires we carry, the truths we know in our bones but are too afraid to speak aloud. We must accept ourselves completely, authentically, before we can ever claim or surrender fully to another.

Mastery and submission begins within. It is the strength to look at ourselves, stripped bare of masks and titles, and to say, "This is who I am. This is what I need. This is what I will no longer deny."

Only from that place of deep self ownership can a Master truly own. Only from that place of surrendered truth can a kajira truly kneel.

That scene, for me, is not about a collar being removed. It is about the realization that freedom and slavery both begin in the heart, and until we are brave enough to face ourselves, we can be neither Master nor slave in truth.

Day 4: Mantra Crafting – Create your personal Gorean mantra (e.g., “She is not her own.”). Repeat hourly.

My New Slave Mantra

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she is a slave.
she is Their property.
she owns nothing.
she is owned.
her heart is Theirs.
her body is Theirs.
her mind is Theirs.
her soul is Theirs.
in Their strength, she finds peace.
in Their will, she finds meaning.
she lives to serve, to obey, to please.
she is Theirs, and that is enough.
La Kajira!
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How often do you have sex?

When it comes to sex, everyone has their own unique experiences and desires, and I am no exception. For me, the question of how often I have sex is a complex one, filled with personal longing and a sense of understanding for the nature of relationships and life itself.

To put it candidly, I don’t get to have sex as often as I would like. Life, in all its chaotic beauty, gets in the way. Both of my partners have busy lives, filled with work and other commitments that pull them in different directions. This can be challenging for someone like me, who has a deep desire for sexual connection. Frankly, my libido can feel like a relentless tide, craving intimacy and exploration. If I could exist solely on sex, needing nothing else, believe me, that’s where you’d find me most of the time!

But let’s take a step back. I understand that sex isn’t just a physical act; it is a profound connection that requires emotional resonance, trust, and mutual desire. While my own cravings can be intense, I recognize that my partners might not always be in the same headspace. Their commitments and responsibilities naturally take precedence, and I completely respect that. The balance between desire and reality can be a delicate one.

Having this level of sexual energy doesn’t mean that I’m unhappy or resentful. Instead, it often leads to introspection. I find myself pondering what it means to have a healthy sex life that aligns with my desires and the realities of my relationships. Open communication is crucial. Discussing our needs, wants, and frustrations creates a safe space for mutual understanding. This doesn’t always lead to immediate solutions, but it helps us align on what intimacy looks like for us, even if that sometimes means less than I would've hoped for.

I believe that sexual energy can manifest in various ways beyond the physical act. Cuddling, affectionate gestures, and deep conversations can all be outlets for that energy. While these moments might not fulfill the physical craving entirely, they foster a deeper bond and understanding between us. It is a gentle reminder that intimacy doesn’t always have to mean sex. Sometimes, it can be found in the simplest of moments.

There’s also the beauty of anticipation. In those times when we can’t connect intimately as often as I crave, I find myself building a rich tapestry of desire. The moments leading up to our times together become laden with excitement and longing. It is a dance of anticipation that, while sometimes frustrating, adds depth to the experience when we do share intimacy.

In the end, while my yearning for sex might feel like an insatiable fire, it is essential to remember that relationships thrive on balance and understanding. I will keep nurturing my connections, honoring both my needs and those of my partners, finding joy in what we can share while allowing for the ebb and flow of life’s demands. My journey is about celebrating love and intimacy in all forms, even if they don’t always look exactly as I envision them.

What does your favorite underwear look like?

Let’s dive right into it. Panties. For many, they are a delightful part of the lingerie universe, something to express style and femininity. But for me? Let’s just say I have a rather unconventional perspective.

Honestly, my favorite type of underwear is the kind I don’t have to wear at all! It is a funny thing to admit, but I’ve always found the idea of being free from layers of fabric to be far more liberating. Clothes, in general, don’t bring me much joy. While some may find comfort in a matching bra and panty set, I crave the sensation of being unencumbered, basking in the sweet freedom of, nothing at all.

Let me paint my wardrobe picture for you. When I’m at home, you’ll typically find me in oversized t-shirts and cozy loungewear that feel like a warm hug. The less restrictive, the better! When it is time to step outside, I reluctantly pull on jeans or shorts, not because I’m overly fond of them but because I don’t want to send my neighbors running for the hills. And of course, there’s that pesky societal expectation to wear underwear. So, out come the panties, the ones I absolutely dread. Let's just hope that a gust of wind does not come my way when I am in my skirts and dresses.

Now, don’t get me wrong! Panties come in so many cute styles and vibrant colors that they could easily tempt anyone into a love affair. Lace, silk, cotton, hipsters, thongs, the variety is endless! But the moment I slip them on, that delightful sense of freedom flees quicker than the last slice of pizza at a party. I mean, have you ever experienced that distressing feeling when you’re wearing something that constantly shifts and rides up, almost like it has a mind of its own?

Am I alone in this? Do other souls feel this uninvited annoyance when they’re just trying to enjoy a day of freedom? If I do muster up the courage to step out into the public eye, I make sure those pants are on snugly enough to shield me from public mishaps. And oh, the irony. I’ll go about my day, feeling encumbered.

Let’s be real: there’s a thrill that comes with strolling around with no panties. It is cheeky, adventurous, and a little sinful (in the best way possible). I've often daydreamed about a world where going commando was as normal as sipping coffee on a Sunday morning. Imagine the freedom. No wedgies, no adjusting, and honestly? Just pure, unadulterated bliss.

I can appreciate the beauty that panties represent for others, but for me, they are merely a necessary evil when the occasion calls for it. So while my favorite pants may be the pair of jeans that fit just right, let’s keep the focus on my favorite kind of underwear. The ones I can happily leave behind. Now, isn’t that a delightful thought? Here’s to warm days with or without a gust of wind. Let the pantiles adventure continue!

1. What does ownership mean to me. Not just in a physical or behavioral sense, but emotionally, spiritually, and energetically?
2. How do I cultivate a space where my slave can surrender fully, and how can I deepen that trust without ever demanding it?
3. What values and principles guide the way I rule, train, and discipline, and where do I still have room to grow as a Master?
4. How do I balance control with compassion, structure with empathy, and what does that tension teach me about power?
5. In what ways has my slave’s service changed or revealed parts of me that I hadn’t fully acknowledged before?
6. What rituals, protocols, or expectations most embody my Dominance, and do they still align with who I am and how I lead?
7. When my slave falters, questions, or disobeys, how do I respond, and what does my response say about the kind of Master I am?
8. How do I hold space for my slave’s emotional needs without compromising my authority, and how do I know when to listen, guide, or correct?
9. What legacy or experience do I want to leave in my slave’s body, heart, mind, and soul through my control, training, and presence?
10. What am I most grateful for in my slave’s devotion, and how do I show reverence for their surrender without softening my Dominance?

1. What does surrender mean to me today, and how has my understanding of it evolved since I first entered this dynamic?
2. In what ways do I find freedom within the structure of my slavery, and how do I reconcile any moments when it feels limiting instead?
3. What parts of myself have been revealed, healed, or empowered through my service to my Master?
4. How do I navigate moments of resistance, disobedience, or internal conflict, and what do those moments teach me about my devotion?
5. What rituals, protocols, or rules make me feel most owned, grounded, and aligned in my role, and are there any that I struggle with?
6. How do I experience love, purpose, and identity through being my Master’s property, and what does that ownership mean to me on a soul level?
7. What does obedience look like for me beyond actions, emotionally, mentally, energetically, and where can I lean deeper into it?
8. When I feel vulnerable, afraid, or uncertain, how do I bring that to my Master, and what helps me stay honest and open in those moments?
9. How do I honor my role on the days when service is hard, inconvenient, or humbling, and what does that endurance reveal about my character?
10. What am I most grateful for in my Master’s control, and how can I better express my devotion, reverence, or trust in return?