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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 weeks ago. Tuesday, January 6, 2026 at 9:41 PM

I am a contradiction. A woman who by sheer career title must appear strong, unwavering, confident and unyielding and yet in the presence of my dominant I yield, waver, lose my train of thought. His voice makes me tremble in expectation. His touch makes my whole body quiver and ache for him. I find myself submitting to his will and his desire. All I can think of is his pleasure when he is near me. I lose my sense of self and know that he owns me; body, mind and heart. 
Yet no one in my past would guess that there is one man and one man alone that could bring me to my knees with one look, one word, one touch. That is the contradiction, what the world sees and what I am in the presence of the man that owns me.

 

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