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Being His girl

If anyone had told me 9 months ago that I would again be anyone’s girl I would have laughed in their faces. Me, a 50 something year old woman, someone’s girl? But now, not only… 

TMI Tuesday – 28th October 2014

Let’s Get Serious 1. What are you most afraid of? Probably being alone. But more than that, alone in the knowledge I am a slave with no one to be my Master. 2. Do you… 

My relationship with my mum

It is 4 weeks today since my dad passed away. In many ways it has been too busy to allow the grieving process to progress in perhaps the way it should. Other than on the… 

A different weekend

A post, revisiting some of the 30 days of submission, by little at willing slut had me thinking. In this post she reviews her need for structure and rules against what she wrote in 2012.… 

Dirty weekend 3 – no underwear

Very early in our relationship, Master informed this girl that she would rarely need to wear underwear when with Him. During the summer we agreed a contract and it was decreed that this girl would… 

Friday – Dirty weekend 2

Sometimes a girl has such a good time that she needs to write a series of posts. The title of this one is dirty weekend. For the first in this series you need to look… 

Master’s good girl – Dirty weekend 1

Three nights and almost four days together, what a treat. Time to cover the full range of what you might expect to happen within an M/s relationship. Enough time for a girl to be described… 

This summer

I think that in the future, when I look back on the summer that has just past, I will see that it was an important and special time. Both in terms of the time spent… 

A few changes to the blog

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When I moved here, I knew that I wanted to structure things a little differently to before. Today, I have begun that process by merging some of the pages and by creating a new one,… 

Downtime

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This weekend has been quieter than any I can remember in a long time. Between Friday evening and Sunday lunchtime there was no rushing about, no worrying about other people. The time spent was just…