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Saturday 10 March 2018
Wednesday 24 January 2018
Reminders of his 's' position, in the D/s of us
My boy is an assertive, self-assured man in his daily life and holds a professional role in his work. He is used to challenging, holding others to account, and taking the lead. This is his natural way, his personality fits well with this.
He is also, now we are established as a couple, like this with me. I of course, challenge back, and we have clashes and disputes far too often.
He needs taking down, not just a step, but an entire staircase.
I have devised some ways to remind him of his lowly position beneath me.
He has only had contact with my wearing his black, rubber, eyeless hood. The purpose of this is to remind him he is not worthy of viewing my beauty.
I have taken control of all his passwords again, after relinquishing them - the purpose of this is to show that all his actions are accountable to me.
Cocklet is not allowed entry into Mistress - this place is sacred for the next year, as a minimum standard - the purpose of this is to remind him he is less, and denied.
I am going to come up with 30 slave mantras. He is to recite each one on a daily basis, when he has a moment, through his day, and on waking and going to sleep he will text his daily mantra to me. The purpose of this is to remind him and keep him conscious of his slave position, and his place in our relationship.
I am D... he is s
This is our law.
He is also, now we are established as a couple, like this with me. I of course, challenge back, and we have clashes and disputes far too often.
He needs taking down, not just a step, but an entire staircase.
I have devised some ways to remind him of his lowly position beneath me.
He has only had contact with my wearing his black, rubber, eyeless hood. The purpose of this is to remind him he is not worthy of viewing my beauty.
I have taken control of all his passwords again, after relinquishing them - the purpose of this is to show that all his actions are accountable to me.
Cocklet is not allowed entry into Mistress - this place is sacred for the next year, as a minimum standard - the purpose of this is to remind him he is less, and denied.
I am going to come up with 30 slave mantras. He is to recite each one on a daily basis, when he has a moment, through his day, and on waking and going to sleep he will text his daily mantra to me. The purpose of this is to remind him and keep him conscious of his slave position, and his place in our relationship.
I am D... he is s
This is our law.
Thursday 28 September 2017
So Difficult It Hurts..
Difficult.. I truly am a difficult woman.
I'm not especially proud of it, but I am very aware of it. It's who I am and what makes me different to everyone else, and although I find it difficult myself some of the time, I really wouldn't change it.
Difficult - in what way?
I am demanding. I mean..DEMANDING! If you are my boy, you need to be there, obsessing about me every minute, every second, every day. And if it wanes over time, I am not understanding. As I see it, my standards have not been met and you are failing me. You are not quite good enough, not quite attentive enough, not quite what I want. Texting is a contact I expect with unending devotion. 1 year on, 5 years on, I expect exactly the same, in fact, I expect it intensified, and if it is not, I am disappointed.
Who could maintain such an exhaustive schedule?
Openness. I expect it as af you had been cut with a blade down the front of your torso and opened apart. Fully and completely exposed so there is nothing, not even your blood and guts to hide from me. And you even make that incision. You are so desperate to show yourself to me, you tear yourself apart and say, "Gorge your beautiful eyes upon my entire being Mistress KeyHolder. Feast yourself on my soul and I will remain as open to you in a year as I present to you today."
Who would cut themselves to the core for me?
Service. Service is a duty which I expect to be continually offered to me until it almost becomes a nuisance. Service in the form of doing everything possible, going out of your way, exerting yourself when you really don't want to, just to please me. Being hungry for it and continually seeking ways to better serve my needs, make another moment in my life happier.
Who would offer such slavery?
There isn't such a man.
But, part of me knows, if there is me who desires such, there is the opposing half who desires to give it.
I know there is such a man and I know I need him.
I'm not especially proud of it, but I am very aware of it. It's who I am and what makes me different to everyone else, and although I find it difficult myself some of the time, I really wouldn't change it.
Difficult - in what way?
I am demanding. I mean..DEMANDING! If you are my boy, you need to be there, obsessing about me every minute, every second, every day. And if it wanes over time, I am not understanding. As I see it, my standards have not been met and you are failing me. You are not quite good enough, not quite attentive enough, not quite what I want. Texting is a contact I expect with unending devotion. 1 year on, 5 years on, I expect exactly the same, in fact, I expect it intensified, and if it is not, I am disappointed.
Who could maintain such an exhaustive schedule?
Openness. I expect it as af you had been cut with a blade down the front of your torso and opened apart. Fully and completely exposed so there is nothing, not even your blood and guts to hide from me. And you even make that incision. You are so desperate to show yourself to me, you tear yourself apart and say, "Gorge your beautiful eyes upon my entire being Mistress KeyHolder. Feast yourself on my soul and I will remain as open to you in a year as I present to you today."
Who would cut themselves to the core for me?
Service. Service is a duty which I expect to be continually offered to me until it almost becomes a nuisance. Service in the form of doing everything possible, going out of your way, exerting yourself when you really don't want to, just to please me. Being hungry for it and continually seeking ways to better serve my needs, make another moment in my life happier.
Who would offer such slavery?
There isn't such a man.
But, part of me knows, if there is me who desires such, there is the opposing half who desires to give it.
I know there is such a man and I know I need him.
Saturday 26 August 2017
Boy is Labelled for Life
I think it's about time I did an update here.
Most importantly, boy and I are still together. As my blog has documented, we have had, but also survived, some difficult times.
We still have conflict, differences, disagreements and issues, but on the whole we are strong and happy and we are getting better at resolving our problems.
What I am about to tell you, happened 15 months ago, but I didn't feel suitably placed to share the news then.
Now I do.
On 20th May, 2016,10am, I initiated my boy into permanently labelled status. He had always asked and wanted to be tattooed by me, but I waited until I felt we were strong enough for such a commitment to be made.
It was perhaps a year or more later than boy would have liked, and ironically, we had our most severe fall out the month after this branding.
There are times he has wished it away.
He has never really been proud of it to me, or glad of it. But I am incredibly proud of it, and pleased with it. It perhaps now means more to me than him. He feels trapped and hindered by it when we argue and our relationship is under threat.
But I love it.
I know you would like to see, a beautifully chastised, tattooed boy.
He didn't know what was going to be tattooed on him when I took him there. All he knew was where he was going. He didn't know my initials would be there.
But you have to admit, it is a thing of beauty isn't it?
Most importantly, boy and I are still together. As my blog has documented, we have had, but also survived, some difficult times.
We still have conflict, differences, disagreements and issues, but on the whole we are strong and happy and we are getting better at resolving our problems.
What I am about to tell you, happened 15 months ago, but I didn't feel suitably placed to share the news then.
Now I do.
On 20th May, 2016,10am, I initiated my boy into permanently labelled status. He had always asked and wanted to be tattooed by me, but I waited until I felt we were strong enough for such a commitment to be made.
It was perhaps a year or more later than boy would have liked, and ironically, we had our most severe fall out the month after this branding.
There are times he has wished it away.
He has never really been proud of it to me, or glad of it. But I am incredibly proud of it, and pleased with it. It perhaps now means more to me than him. He feels trapped and hindered by it when we argue and our relationship is under threat.
But I love it.
I know you would like to see, a beautifully chastised, tattooed boy.
He didn't know what was going to be tattooed on him when I took him there. All he knew was where he was going. He didn't know my initials would be there.
But you have to admit, it is a thing of beauty isn't it?
Friday 26 August 2016
Thursday 25 August 2016
Dining with Goddess
The meal went well. He behaved and we had a lovely time.
On returning home though, it wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad...we just had some minor difficulties..
I am awake, at 3am, thinking...
But my overriding feeling relates to the photo on my previous post.
I'll show you again...
My god,... don't you just think this gimp is gorgeous?
his facelessness; the way he touched my feet; the way he was ready there waiting when I told him to be; the way he followed my lead on all fours; his body - I love his body, it's paleness, thinness, hairlessness (although I do need to remind him to maintain this to perfection); the smoothness of the rubber covering his head..
No matter how we struggle sometimes, this is what counts.
This faceless gimp is all mine. He belongs to me.
And best of all is the bit you don't see. The metal device is resting between his legs.
It is real and is what I obsess about still now.
x
On returning home though, it wasn't perfect, but it wasn't bad...we just had some minor difficulties..
I am awake, at 3am, thinking...
But my overriding feeling relates to the photo on my previous post.
I'll show you again...
his facelessness; the way he touched my feet; the way he was ready there waiting when I told him to be; the way he followed my lead on all fours; his body - I love his body, it's paleness, thinness, hairlessness (although I do need to remind him to maintain this to perfection); the smoothness of the rubber covering his head..
No matter how we struggle sometimes, this is what counts.
This faceless gimp is all mine. He belongs to me.
And best of all is the bit you don't see. The metal device is resting between his legs.
It is real and is what I obsess about still now.
x
Wednesday 24 August 2016
D/s
As I mentioned in my last post, I am trying to spend most of my time with my boy in the formal setting of the D/s relationship. The purpose of this being to reset our positions and to minimise conflict, in the short term at least, until we build our bond again.
So, this evening, I text him and told him to be ready for me in ten minutes time, naked except for his hood and collar.
When I climb the stairs and open the door to his room, it takes my breath away every time to see my gimp knelt there waiting dutifully for me.
Today I allowed him to massage my feet with scented oil. I luxuriated in his firm touch and felt happy in my place as worshipped Goddess.
I did reward him. I massaged his swollen, deep red (almost purple) balls with the oil and penetrated him with my fingers. Cocklet isn't coming out for at least 21 days. He has to serve me with 21 days of good behaviour. We are not aiming for very good or excellent yet. I feel we are far from that.
But this is good. I have found a way at last to bring us back together and fix the rifts had had started developing between us.
Tomorrow, I may allow him to take me out of tea. He will need to be very careful of his actions and verbalisations to me. Of his eye contact and manner with other people we come into contact with. I expect him to be on his best behaviour if he is to dine with a Goddess.
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