By Rayne
In the beginning of our relationship, we were monogamous. M wanted to keep me to himself, and I wasn’t able to deal with my significant other having sex or a relationship with someone else. You see, I was just out of an extremely emotionally and physically abusive relationship
By Rayne
I always find it difficult to explain our dynamic. I am a willing slave. I gave M complete ownership of me. And yet, saying that doesn’t tell you much. For a person can own someone completely, but choose not to take complete control. And unless you’ve been exposed to kink on some level, the images that come to mind when one mentions slavery are not pretty.
By Rayne
People occasionally talk about ignoring someone (or being ignored) as punishment in a consensual owner/property relationship. For those who believe in ”Let the punishment fit the crime.” it’s often used in response to the submissive being disrespectful in speech. And M has never really used it.
By Rayne
Because of our dynamic, and the fact that writing about my life as a slave has become a major part of our life, I really don’t get much privacy. It starts at home, where the only time I’m allowed to close the door is when I’m going to the bathroom.
By Rayne
”Where’s your collar and leash?” in that quiet, firm tone that always lets me know he means business. His voice tugged my mind awake just long enough to croak out their last known location before I rolled to face the wall, snuggled back into the blankets, and drifted off to sleep.
By Rayne
At first, I was worried I wouldn’t be able to think of something to write about. I shouldn’t have been. M always comes through.
I was sitting here tapping away at an email to my father, when M said, “You can put your stuff back on now.”
by Rayne
So I’m sure you’ve heard it. If you haven’t heard it, you’ve at least heard of it. The media would have you believe that it plays at least once a night in every kink club around the world. And why shouldn’t it?