He is my sub, I am his Queen.
I am owned as thoroughly as he. Equally, with different responsibilities and tasks.
Were I to abandon my new scarf by leaving it on a subway, it will no longer be my scarf. Someone else will pick it up, and it will become theirs.
It remains mine only so long as I keep investing myself in it and it’s care.
(Interestingly, the original meaning of “invest” is to clothe yourself with something, to enter into something that you wrap around yourself.)
Today, more choices are being given social credence than ever. And this is a good thing, in my view. Letting people be themselves, to choose
At every moment in your life, you can make a choice. A choice to no longer be someone’s little bitch (unless that’s your kink—in which
On May 19, 2022, I presented the topic Boundaries Are Sexy AF for Dating Kinky. The original presentation was free to all who joined us
It’s funny. I’ve never really thought of myself as competitive. More cooperative. Except that Saturday night, as I was teaching my Alpha Submissive class at
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I really do. I used to identify as a sapiosexual. I don’t, really, anymore, because when it comes right down to it, I don’t think
In the summer of 2020, I went backpacking with my partner for the first time. And I learned that he doesn’t like making fires. As
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