Under The Whip

My First Step: Therapy!

Living in a power exchange dynamic when you carry abandonment wounds can feel like a tightrope walk some days. Even when I know I am safe, loved, and valued, those old voices still sneak up on me. They whisper things like “What if they leave?” or “What if I’m not enough?” And when they do, I often have to pause, breathe, and walk myself back down.

For me, that usually looks like stopping whatever spiral my mind wants to run down and reminding myself of reality. “I am not being abandoned right now. I am not that child anymore. I am here, I am cared for, I am chosen.” Saying those words to myself, sometimes out loud, helps me ground back into the truth instead of the fear.

But walking myself down isn’t the only tool I lean on. There are a few other ways I’ve learned to soften those jagged edges,

Clear communication. Sometimes, when the fear gets too loud, I tell my Masters exactly what I’m feeling, without expecting them to fix it. Just saying, “I’m having some abandonment thoughts right now” can take the pressure off my chest. Often, their reassurance is enough to settle me back into place.

Written reminders. I keep little notes, texts, or messages from my Masters that remind me of my place and my worth. Reading those when my mind is screaming otherwise helps me anchor to something solid.

Structure and rituals. Following through on protocols, rituals, or tasks helps me feel secure. They remind me that the dynamic is alive and breathing, even if my brain is playing tricks on me.

Soothing touch or grounding exercises. Sometimes it is as simple as holding an object that belongs to my Masters, or focusing on my breathing. Other times, it is curling up under a blanket, with my stuffies and giving myself permission to feel small and safe until the storm passes.

At the end of the day, abandonment issues don’t magically disappear. They walk beside me in this life, but they don’t get to lead me. In my dynamic, I’ve learned that submission doesn’t mean I never wobble, it means I choose, again and again, to stay soft and open even when the fear tries to harden me.

And maybe the most important part? I remind myself: I am still here. I am still choosing this. I am still worthy of being chosen too.

Control and Dominance Is Not Enough To Earn My Investment!

There’s a common misconception about power exchange, that if someone shows up with Dominance, control, and the right energy, that’s enough to win me over. That if they have presence, authority, or that “commanding” way about them, I’ll naturally fall in line.

But that’s not how it works for me.

Control and Dominance on their own don’t earn my investment. They might catch my attention, sure. They might stir something inside me. But that’s surface level. If I’m going to truly invest myself, my time, my trust, my submissionm it takes more than that.

What earns me, is consistency. Do their words and actions match over time? Do they show up in the same way on the hard days as they do on the easy ones? Consistency builds trust. Without it, Dominance feels flimsy, more like a performance than a reality.

It also takes integrity. Anyone can say the right words or put on a Dominant face, but integrity shows in the choices they make when no one is watching. Do they walk their talk? Do they treat people with the respect they say they value? Do they own their mistakes? Integrity is the backbone of leadership, and without it, power exchange becomes hollow.

And perhaps most importantly, it takes growth. I need to see someone who is actively growing, evolving, learning. I don’t want to give myself to someone who thinks they’re already “done.” Stagnation doesn’t inspire me, it suffocates me. Growth, on the other hand, keeps the dynamic alive, creates space for deeper connection, and models the kind of self awareness I want to align with.

So yes, Dominance is attractive. Control can be enticing. But those things alone aren’t enough for me. My submission isn’t something that gets handed over just because someone knows how to hold eye contact or speak in a firm tone. My submission is an investment, and it requires consistency, integrity, and growth in return.

That’s the kind of Dominance I can believe in. That’s the kind of Dominance I can give myself to fully.

There’s a quiet kind of magic in the way they hold me. When they take the lead, I feel a safety I can’t describe anywhere else. The world is loud and chaotic, full of stress, worries, and fears that swirl around my mind constantly, but when they dominate, when they guide me, it is as if all that noise disappears.

Their control doesn’t feel confining. It feels protective. Every instruction, every touch, every boundary they set reminds me that I am cared for, that I am held in a space where nothing bad can reach me. My anxiety, my fears, the constant stress that weighs me down, they melt away under their presence. I can breathe again. I can exist fully and freely, because I trust them completely to keep me safe.

I don’t think I can fully put into words how grateful I am for them. Every single day, they are my anchor. They calm the storm inside me just by being who they are, by taking the lead, by loving me in a way that makes me feel cherished, protected, and seen. I love them for this, more than I think I could ever express.

It is in those moments of surrender, when I let go and follow them, that I feel the deepest peace. I feel known, I feel valued, I feel loved. And I carry that gratitude with me always, because it is sacred. It transforms my daily life and fills it with trust, safety, and devotion.

Every day, I thank them, not just for their guidance, but for their presence, for the way they hold me steady, and for loving me so completely. They are my calm, my comfort, my anchors, and I am endlessly, grateful.

Please Do Not Say No One Wants to Join Leather Houses

I recently overheard a comment at a Leather Munch that struck a deep chord in me. Someone said that people nowadays don’t want to join reputable Leather Houses anymore, that instead, they simply go off and form their own. Hearing that was both disheartening and upsetting, because for me, for my Masters, and their other slave (my leather sister), that statement couldn’t be further from the truth.

There was a time when we longed to join a Leather Household. We wanted to learn, to serve, and to grow under the guidance of those who came before us. We weren’t looking to reinvent the wheel or take shortcuts, we wanted to earn our Leather, to stand tall in the traditions, values, and integrity that Leather is supposed to uphold.

But when we reached out to a few Houses we deeply respected, each and every time we were turned away. The response was always the same: “You already have enough people, just start your own.”

That rejection was devastating. Not because we weren’t capable of building something ourselves, but because our genuine desire to learn and be guided was dismissed. It felt as if the very values we respected so deeply were being gatekept. The message we heard was, “We don’t have the time or interest to teach you, if you’re Leather, then just be Leather.”

So that’s what we did. We gave up looking, and instead, we created The House of Koch.

Let me tell you, building a Leather House from the ground up is not an easy path. It requires humility, patience, study, research, trial and error, and a commitment to educating ourselves and each other. It is work, real work, but it is work worth doing.

Our hope in forming The House of Koch was not just to have a space of our own, but also to create what we could not find, a House that would never turn away earnest seekers who wished to learn. We want no one else to experience the sting of rejection that we did, knocking on doors only to find them closed.

So when I hear people say that no one wants to join Houses anymore, I cannot agree. People do want to. Many still crave the mentorship, the structure, the guidance, and the family that a Leather House can provide. The truth is that far too many are simply being turned away, whether from disinterest, burnout, or gatekeeping, by those who claim to be inclusive and welcoming, yet cannot be bothered.

Please, do not say that no one desires to join. People do. We did. Others still do. The tragedy is not a lack of desire, it is the refusal of some Houses to open their doors and hearts.

For us, Leather has always meant integrity, honor, respect, and service. If we truly value those things, then we must also value those who come after us, those who hunger to learn, and those who simply want to belong.

That is why the House of Koch exists today, not to replace what came before, but to ensure that the doors remain open for those who wish to walk this path with sincerity.

When people hear the word Kajira, they often imagine the kneeling girl with a pretty face, whispering yes, Master in soft submission. But I want to share my truth, what it truly means to me to live as a Gorean Kajira in today’s world of Power Exchange.

Because being a Kajira is not about the image. It is not about words or poses. It is about heart. It is about soul.

For me, being a Kajira is the act of surrendering completely, not halfway, but fully. It is handing over my trust, my wants, my needs, my desires, even the parts of myself that I sometimes try to hold too tightly, and placing them all into the hands of my Masters. It is knowing with certainty that They will guide me, protect me, and cherish me as Their most prized possession.

This path is not easy, not even for the most experienced Kajirae. I have stumbled, I have resisted, I have faced the hard truth of my own ego. To be a Kajira is to lay that ego aside, again and again, and to choose obedience and deference instead. It is to remember, always, that my place is in service, that my worth shines brightest when I surrender fully, and that my submission is not weakness but my strength and devotion.

So, what does it take to be a Kajira?

It takes humility, to accept that I do not always know what is best for me.

It takes strength, to give myself so fully into another’s care.

It takes courage, to trust, even when trust feels frightening.

It takes reverence, to see my Masters as sacred, and to honor Them with my obedience, my service, and my heart.

Becoming a Kajira is not something that happens overnight. It is not a title to be claimed or a collar to be worn simply for the sake of wearing it. It is a transformation, a slow, deep reshaping of who you are. You learn to listen differently. To serve not only with your hands, but with your soul. To accept correction as love, discipline as care, and devotion as the foundation of your bond.

For me, the bond I share with my Masters is more than an agreement, it is a sacred trust. They own me, lead me, guide me, protect me, love me, and corrects me. They know me better than I know myself, and I give Them reverence in all things because They are sacred to me. This service, this devotion, this surrender, it is not simply what I do. It is who I am. And that is what it means, in my heart, to be a Gorean Kajira.

Sacred duty. Sacred trust.

My Opinion, On Why the World Can’t Stop Talking About It

Okay, so let’s talk about KPOP Demon Hunters for a minute, because honestly, I’m still buzzing from how powerful (and adorable!) this movie is. It is not just another flashy, fun film with catchy songs (though trust me, the soundtrack will be stuck in your head for weeks). No, this movie has heart. It has depth. And that’s exactly why it has become such a global sensation so quickly.

At its core, KPOP Demon Hunters isn’t just about fighting demons. It is about fighting your demons. It is about the parts of ourselves we try to hide because of fear, fear of rejection, ridicule, bullying, shame, or even worse. Every single person on this planet has wrestled with that at some point. That deep ache of wondering, Will they still love me if they know who I really am?

The brilliance of this movie is that it doesn’t shy away from that truth. Instead, it flips it. It shows us what happens when you stop trying to fit into society’s mold, or even your family’s expectations, and instead step boldly into your authentic self. Yes, it is terrifying. Yes, people may not understand. But in the end, the people who truly matter, the ones who are your chosen family, will love you for the messy, imperfectly perfect person you are.

That’s why the story feels almost like a modern day version of Plato’s Allegory of the Cave. Rumi chooses to step out of the shadows, to embrace the light of her own truth. And what happens? The world is brighter for it. She is brighter for it. And Zoey and Mira? They love her no matter what. Isn’t that exactly what all of us are looking for at the end of the day, to love and be loved in return?

It is such a magnificent film because it weaves these deep, universal truths into a story that’s fun, vibrant, and totally binge worthy. One moment you’re reflecting on your own courage to be authentic, and the next you’re humming along with the cutest characters and smiling at the most charming scenes. That balance of wisdom, heart, and pure joy is why KPOP Demon Hunters has taken the world by storm.

And honestly? It deserves every bit of the love it is getting.

10/10 Will twirl and whirl and watch again, A loop of joy that never ends. Stamped with love, approved with cheer, For every little space out here, Where cartoons giggle, creatures play, And songs get stuck in brains all day!

Understanding the Differences

One thing I’ve been reflecting on a lot lately is the importance of consent, not just in the lifestyle, but in every part of life. We talk about it often in the kink and M/s world, but it is not limited to playrooms and dynamics. Consent is foundational to any healthy interaction, whether it is physical, emotional, or even digital.

And one of the most crucial things I want people to truly understand is this, Consent can be revoked at any time. It doesn’t matter if you already gave it, it doesn’t matter if you’re mid scene, it doesn’t matter if the other person is disappointed or frustrated. The moment someone withdraws consent, everything needs to stop.

But here’s where I see a lot of confusion. consent is not the same thing as a boundary.

Boundaries are personal limits we set for ourselves, things we may not be ready for, comfortable with, or willing to cross. For example, a boundary might be, “I don’t want to be hit in the face,” or “I’m not comfortable with sexual play at parties.” Boundaries protect our well being, and stepping on someone’s boundary is not automatically a consent violation.

Sometimes, people cross a boundary unintentionally because they didn’t know it was there, or because communication wasn’t fully clear. That doesn’t mean they violated consent. It means a conversation needs to happen, clarification needs to be made, and adjustments need to be put in place.

Consent, on the other hand, is about permission. It is an agreement between people that something specific is okay to do. Consent is active, ongoing, and can be withdrawn at any moment. If someone ignores a withdrawal of consent, or does something they never had permission to do in the first place, that is a consent violation.

Now, let’s go even deeper into something I think we need to treat with care in this community, the word predator.

A predator is not just someone who has a consent violation. Predators are people who actively and intentionally exploit, manipulate, or groom others for their own gain. They seek out vulnerable individuals, isolate them, and repeatedly cross lines to maintain power and control. Predators deliberately ignore consent, use coercion, and make it unsafe for people to speak up or leave.

A consent violator, on the other hand, may not be a predator. Sometimes a consent violation happens out of miscommunication, lack of negotiation, or inexperience. That doesn’t excuse the behavior, it still needs to be addressed, accountability needs to happen, and learning needs to follow, but labeling every consent violator as a predator is dangerous, harmful to the community, and unfair.

Because when we overuse the word predator, we dilute its meaning. We risk making it harder to call out the real predators, the people who are deliberately causing harm, who keep doing it, who manipulate, isolate, and exploit others. Calling someone a predator should never be done lightly. It carries weight. It can impact reputations, relationships, and entire communities.

So here’s how I try to hold it in my own mind,

Boundaries = My personal limits. They may be different for everyone. Crossing one doesn’t always equal a consent violation, but it does require respect and communication.

Consent = Permission given. It can be taken back at any time. Ignoring or violating it is serious.

Predator = Someone who deliberately and repeatedly seeks to exploit, harm, and manipulate others.

The more we learn to understand these distinctions, the stronger and safer our communities will be. And the more space we make for real healing, real accountability, and real protection of those who need it most.

Remember, we’re only human, imperfect and ever becoming. We stumble, we learn, we grow, we change. All we really need is the grace and space to do so.

This evening was such a gift. I had the joy of attending a Gorean Virtual munch, and it filled me in a way I didn’t even realize I was needing. Spaces like this are so precious for our community, safe places to gather, connect, and share in the beauty of what it means to live this way of life.

It warmed me to see just how many Goreans are out there, each practicing Gor in their own unique way, some purely as lifestyle, some interwoven with Leather traditions, and many shaping it into something that fits within their homes and hearts. It reminded me that there truly isn’t only one way to be Gorean. The diversity was beautiful, and the people themselves were so lovely. For the first time in a long while, it felt like home again.

One moment in particular touched me deeply. I wish I could recall which Master said it, but their words have stayed with me: "you can be Gorean the way you desire to be Gorean. What happens within your house, between you and your partner, if it is consensual, it is valid, whole, and acceptable. The only time it becomes wrong is when someone tries to push their way of living onto others without consent."

Hearing those words made my heart swell, because it is exactly how I see the world. No one else can define me but me. There is no one “right” way to live a power exchange dynamic so long as it is chosen, desired, and consented to by those within it. That truth gives me peace and strength in my service, and it renews my eagerness to continue walking this path with devotion.

I find myself so excited now for the months ahead. I want these munches to become part of my rhythm, part of my growth, and part of the life we are building. To be in a space where Goreans can speak maturely, share openly, and support one another without ridicule or cruelty, it is such a blessing.

Not all of Gor is toxic. Not all of Gor is delusional. There are kind, thoughtful, genuine people living this life with honor and depth. And to be among them this evening… it reminded me why I love this path so dearly.

Oh, my heart is still glowing from tonight! I feel so grateful and happy that we were able to go to our local MAsT meeting. The evening was such a gift, delicious food, warm conversation, and the joy of meeting new faces we hadn’t encountered there before. It felt so alive, like community blooming right in front of me.

The discussion itself was powerful, boundaries, barriers, consent, and community. These are such vital topics, and hearing everyone’s perspectives left me feeling inspired and grounded. I carried away so much to reflect on, and it reminded me of why I love being part of spaces like this.

And then, oh, I can hardly put it into words, I was asked to be of service to the chapter. My heart practically skipped a beat! To be trusted with even a small task, to be seen as useful in this space, fills me with so much joy. It is such an honor, and I can’t wait to give more, wherever I’m needed. Being of use truly warms my soul.

Tonight was fun, nourishing, and so fulfilling. My community cup feels overflowing. I am deeply thankful for the chance to share this evening with both of my Masters and the other Masters and slaves who gathered together. What a beautiful night. 🖤

I rarely, if ever, earn punishments on my Obedience App. I take such pride in serving well, in staying aligned with Their expectations, that the little “wheel spins” often feel more like a playful reminder of what could be, not what will be. I confess, I had grown comfortable in the thought that the punishments tucked away inside the app were almost, theoretical. Always there, but never truly meant for me.

Until today.

Two of my spins landed on physical punishments. One over the knee spanking with Their bare hand. One with the paddle. They’ve been sitting there on the list for so long, I almost thought I would never face them. But my Master Calvin, with His unshakable steadiness, made sure that I did.

It was harder than I expected. The sting of His hand. The sharp bite of the paddle. My body betrayed me with writhing, squirming, struggling to escape the very thing I knew I needed. And He, my calm and unyielding Master, held me down firmly, finishing what He had promised. It was the first time He’s ever had to officially discipline me.

And I loved it.

Not because I earned the punishment, no, I feel the weight of my mistakes, and I long to do better. But because He followed through. He kept His word. He showed me that His leadership is not only sweet and tender but also stern and unwavering. His strength humbled me, grounded me, and reminded me exactly who is in control.

I am so grateful for Him. For His guidance. For His Mastery. For the way He leads, even when it hurts. Especially when it hurts. Because that’s when I am reminded most deeply of the truth. He commands, I surrender. Today, I am proud of Him. And proud to kneel, marked by His discipline, softened by His strength, and wrapped in the fullness of His love.

Both of my Masters are the axis of my being, the steady pull that draws me back to the quiet center of my submission. In their presence, I am humbled, softened, unmade, and then remade. To kneel for them is not duty, but sacred privilege, an honor that fills me with reverence.

I serve not because I must, but because my heart knows no other truth than to belong to such extraordinary men.