Long time readers know about my femdom ramblings, which are less ABOUT femdom, but they are BY a femdom so I’m still claiming it. I do these femdom ramblings from time-to-time when I’m struggling to come up with topics to write about because my head is fuzzy, but I still want to write something or I fear I will never put anything down ever again.
I’m very much trying to keep my blog a positive … Continue Reading
Little reach-outs from relationships long past are strange things. I’ve mentioned a few over the years but was musing over a few others that came out of the blue.
None has had the same impact as my first submissive’s, but those jolts from the past were still a surprise.
My first proper boyfriend: 15 years later
I can’t remember the last time I saw my first proper boyfriend from when I was 16 or … Continue Reading
Cycling north along the beach with the wind at our backs, the sun shining, and the surf endlessly rolling in, we could only just see our destination. The headland, far off in the distance, the salty haze making it shimmer in the distance. There was almost nobody around. Someone walking their dog, another person fishing, a surfer out the back of the break. Then miles of empty beach.
I always like the idea of a … Continue Reading
As an additional comment to this long-ago post about my telling a submissive man I’m smitten by that he’s beautiful, about his reaction to hearing it, I’m surprised that I didn’t mention that sometimes, he melts.
Sometimes I say the words and I see in his response a wordless kind of breaking down, a softening, a downing of walls, an internal sigh of surrender.
Getting him to that unguarded state is not so difficult: It … Continue Reading
One of my past submissives was a professional writer, a poet, he had a beautiful way with words that I adored. His mind was a messy complexity of wild imagination, odd and loud, and full of pretty things, and he offered it up unfettered to me, revelling in my enjoyment of it. We would play with each other in that way, throwing words in each other’s faces, conjuring up a strange magic that would floor … Continue Reading
I have a bad memory. Truly terrible. I actually think it contributes to my introversion because it means I run into awkward social problems:
“Oh, we’ve met before? Several times? Of course we have…”
“Meet… um… [blank]??”
“We saw that movie together? Did I like it?”
Then the non-trivial which is hundred-fold worse:
“Oh, you already told me your sister had cancer… :((” *wishes the ground would open up and swallow me whole*
At … Continue Reading
This is pure unadulterated ego, but I STILL think it’s true:
A bummer with newbie submissive men I get involved with is that they won’t know how amazing I really am until they get some experience with others. Until then, they more or less think all Dommes are like me, probably better, because ‘internet’ :P.
But if am interested in them, if I’m with them, there’s something special there. Something unlike anything they are going … Continue Reading