Per our renewed covenant, I will weigh myself every Friday morning. I am required to ensure a body fat loss every week. If I fail to lose at least body fat each week I will not be allowed an orgasm until the next weigh-in, and only then if I am at or under the new body fat target for that date. Success does not mean I will be allowed an orgasm, but it does make me eligible for one. Whether I then...
Thank you Master, for spending time with me yesterday, and for allowing me an orgasm.
I do plan to post again.
Thank you Master, for spending time with me yesterday, and for allowing me an orgasm.
There has been an abundant lack of recent posts.
An idea for a conversation structure that might move us forward on the kinky-play front.
One of our core truths is that Master and I perceive sex and kink differently. "Woah! That's a unique problem!" I hear you exclaim in sarcasm. True, most everyone experiences this, or some variant of it at some point in their relationships. But that does not make the challenges it presents for us any easier.
One of the things I occasionally think about is whether I delude myself when it comes to how much I respect and admire the female sex. Some might say I have a conflict of interest.
Freshly fucked, twice in the last 4 days thank you very much, and even more importantly, with a fresh 90-day covenant between Master and I.
Looking back at my curated image collection, I found a startling number of images of women with horns. What's up with that?
While I have too many kinks to count, I'm pretty sure I have no true fetishes, but if I have one, it's CFNM.
I try my best to stay away from low-brow sexual content (dont laugh, I do TRY). But I haven't been laid in about 2 months (thank you covid); needless to say, I just want to FUCK!
…but I desperately want her to fuck the living shit out of me.
I wish I could explain this need I have to submit. I have the words for what I want. But what I can't answer is impetus for it.
An Exploration of Intimacy Through Submission
