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I have been writing my thoughts for ages for my eyes only. Speaking with others here I found they blog for
many different reasons. Some similar to mine.
Some I can relate to, others not so much. But underneath it all is the vulnerability in sharing one’s thoughts with a community that they feel deeply connected to. Sharing their journey, their trauma, their fantasies takes courage and I applaud each and every one of them. For me I had been thinking about it and my wonderful dominant nudged me and told me I should. He said that sharing my story may help someone else, who like me struggles with past trauma.
Everyone’s story is different, but underlying there is a thread that binds us together. Take solace in knowing you are not alone and there are others out there that have shared experiences. My blogs, though deeply personal are meant to bring light and hope and to open honest discourse.
2 months ago. Sunday, November 16, 2025 at 1:32 AM

When you lie awake in the darkness imagining servicing your Master. His hand upon your throat, his teeth scraping against your nipple, it sends a shiver down my spine. 

When he pushes you beyond your experience and you feel overwhelmed in the moment, but when it has passed you feel elated knowing your Master is pleased with your submission.

And on the rare occasions when he gifts you with the phrase you long to hear, “Good Girl”, your heart burst with joy.

And yet here I lie in the stillness of the night, wearing his shirt for comfort, missing his control, longing for his dominance and  praying for sleep to calm my body and mind. And still my mind always wanders to him. My body aches for him, my ears longing to hear his voice. But to no avail. Sleep eludes me as I lie here in the dark, staring at the ceiling lost in musings.


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