Monthly Archives: May 2018

The Making (and Breaking) of a Chastity Sub

I recently published a post Consent & Contracts on how contracts in D/s can at best blur the issues of consent and at worst lead to abuse. When I wrote it I had in mind to write a separate post relating how I migrated from the world of fantasy in to a full blown real chastity D/s relationship, which included… Read More »

Consent & Contracts

Consent is a topic that’s currently on a lot of people’s minds.  Before diving in to this post I should state that consent is a good thing, there should be consent 100% of the time one is engaged.  How consent is maintained, updated and revoked is heavily nuanced by the circumstances and the people involved. 

The Personal Pronouns Quagmire

I find this an odd topic to contemplate on a personal level.  I can read articles from people who are very aware of their preferred pronouns and I’ve come to understand why this is an important issue to them.  Having said that, as the combined entity of him and her I am starting to have a strange relationship… Read More »

When the Shackles Come Off

There’s an erotic symbolism when a session starts and she puts on the cuffs.  It’s a first step in the submission to feel the bondage restriction around the wrists.  It sets you up for what’s to come.  Doesn’t matter if it’s to be gentle or hard, the cuffs are a reminder that for this space in time you… Read More »

Memories of a Special Person

I thought it time to write of the first domme I knew in the flesh as there’s an unexpected twist to the tale.

What Does It Mean To Be Normal ?

I’ve seen posts with many variations of this theme.  People asking themselves if they are normal or perceived as normal.  Indeed, what is normal ?  Obviously, I’ve asked the same questions of myself over the years. I think the question pre-supposes a certain level of self-awareness.  If you never question elements of your own make up in comparison… Read More »

In Which Melody Exposes Herself

A couple of months ago I had a special type of session, providing more fun than I had any right to expect.

Suckered by Labels, Again.

I’ve been suckered by labels again.  Just when I thought I’d cleaned out the last of them, hubris brings me back to earth.

Can You Repair a Broken Soul ?

The break up wasn’t a break up in the traditional sense.  No drama, no acrimony.  Simply a flow from one state to another.  In the first state she was an active domme and in the second, she wasn’t.  In the first state I was her sub, in the second, a close friend.