The Magic

I am standing in the room, waiting as instructed. My body is straight with a slight curve in the small of my back which forces my bum and my chest out. My eyes are down and my legs are apart. My hands are behind my back and I am open to you. You enter the room and cross it. I feel your eyes on me and the warmth of your presence. You take my chin in your hand and force my head up so that my eyes meet yours. Continue reading


How I Got Here

In 2012, I realised that I was a submissive.  In some ways this came as a bit of a surprise to me; I had always been strong and independent and felt safest when I was in control. In other ways, however, this made perfect sense; the fantasies I felt were wrong and couldn’t be shared, the desire sometimes for physical pain to calm my emotions and the feeling that something was missing and I was never really free. Continue reading