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Under The Whip

A place where a humble blind service submissive can calm her mind and clear out the corners with her thoughts, opinions, stories, experiences, and tribulations.
4 months ago. December 13, 2024 at 6:43 AM

> “You have the right to be proud of what you are. Being a submissive is nothing that should ever bring you shame or feelings of reproach. Your submissive nature is a gift and should always be a source of pride and happiness.” – Unknown

 

As I first dove deep into this rabbit hole of BDSM I was young. I was so naive and unsure of what I was doing, and naturally why I was doing these things. What is wrong with me desiring to please men? Especially since society is telling me as a woman I should become independent. That I dont need a man I just need a career. Screw having a baby and getting married, it doesnt go with the narrative. This is NOT what I wanted.

 

First off I wanted to be married. I wanted to have a husband that I can love and serve. I wanted to be a traditional housewife and be a mother and just live my best life. This was something I really wanted. I got half of what I wanted at least. I did adopt my beautiful, talented and intelligent, NOW adult daughter.

 

The husband thing just did not work out for me at the time.

 

Like I said I was struggling really hard with wanting so badly to be a submissive/slave and to have a master I could cherish and serve. I wanted to be loyal to them and make their world so much easier as a service submissive. Though it was really difficult because I had NO idea what I was doing. I had so much to learn.

 

Secondly I did not take things seriously. So that made things even more difficult to find a master. It wasnt until I met my mentor Sir Seven that I began to open my eyes. Through his guidance and intelligent teachings I learned to ignore society and only listen to my heart and soul. This began to make things so much easier for me, yet there was still parts of me I was ashamed of showing. I still was not comfortable in my own skin. I could not fathom being naked in a collar for the entire world to see. I could not fathom the entire world knowing I am a submissive. I would hide my face, cover my body, etc.

 

Finally I met my current master Damon. He was the first master I ever had to begin teaching me to accept my beauty inside and out. That I am more beautiful as a naked collared slave girl at his feet. It boosted my confidence for sure. I began to walk more proudly. I began to smile more and see myself in a different light.

 

Of course having a rule that says I cannot talk terrible about myself helped as well.

 

Then you bring in my other master Calvin and between him and my master Damon, I am not ashamed anymore. I am proud when I am at their side, kneeling before them, or just standing there. I feel so strange wearing clothes and all I want to do is be naked, in their collar as free as I am.

 

To some being a slave is daunting. To some it might seem like a prison. To me it is complete freedom. It is my home, my salvation, my peace. I do not even care who knows it.

 

I belong to Damon and Calvin. I am their slave. I am their Ava. I am their babygirl. I am their bunny. I am their duchess and they are my masters. They are my kings. They are the very Gods I worship.

 

I want to stand on top of the mountains and scream at the top of my lungs that I belong to Damon and Calvin completely. That I am happy, proud and honored to have chosen them, and for them to have accepted and chosen me.


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