power exchange
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DESIGNED BY ME, INSPIRED BY HIM
Like a drought in the desert, I found my oasis. It has been so long. Too long. This inspiration comes from the most unexpected of places. As he says, ” you are my sweet babygirl.” A whisper, a command. Oh those words, how sweet they are indeed. I can feel the shock to my pussy every time. Awakened. How did I know? When you really know yourself, have studied the places and corners that lurk under the surface, it is much easier to attract the vibrations that you crave. The energies that are necessary for your mental, emotional and carnal nutrition. All the study. The pain. When you turn yourself…
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SILVER POLISH
There is a moment in time where it all bubbles up. The desire and the need you considered insignificant suddenly becomes a blinding light. Now, it is too harsh and bright to ignore. All it took was a text. It is funny, how our most intense memories never dim. They just lie in wait for us to use the Dewey Decimal system to find them again. What an efficient catalog are brains are. And all it took was one text. He was there, in the now and also 10 years ago. The Now But Ten Years Ago… This man was probably my most favorite Top. Simply known as “Silver,” his…
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FLASHBACKS OF THE GOOD GIRL
A scent. A song. A line from a book. A scene from a movie. Then the flashback to a memory buried so deep that it surprises you when it rises vibrantly to the surface of your conscious mind. The Scene. I crave that feeling of his Dominance over me. At times, it is unbearable. My pussy tingles so badly for his touch; how he would order me to crawl to him. I was his puppy. Naked in body and mind I would go to Him on command and he would sit so calmly in his chair, his eyes intently staring into my mine. The feel of his pant leg. Letting…
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THE LONELY SLAVE
It can’t lie. The choice to be his was a compelling but arduous one. He was a married man with a family and a business life that had him traveling most of the month. His homes in London, NYC, and out west didn’t leave us much time. He was clear on the terms and they weren’t easy. However, it just couldn’t resist. There was something between us that was undeniable. It wasn’t lust but adoration, maybe? A feeling that portrays a different way of emoting, behavior, and consequences. You aren’t quite operating in lust and limbic and you know that what seems rational is irrational to some. It was determined.…
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CHAPTER 4: AWAKENING AT SLAVE CAMP PART I
Yes, “slave camp” exists. Well, it’s more of a retreat than a camp, if you want to call it that. Based in Albany, NY, La Domaine Esemar tries to be something out of the “Story of O.” What looks like a typical home in the suburbs of Albany, has a community of people coming and going – local submissives, visiting Mistresses, a fully equipped basement dungeon and of course their decadent weekend parties. The commencement of those weekend parties was a Bacchanalian feast that would make even Bacchus blush. Indeed, the stars of those parties were never the scantily dressed slaves nor the richly latex-laden Mistresses, but rather the bottles…
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CHAPTER 2: BACK TO THE BEGINNING
I would be remiss if I didn’t share how I became it. Let me take you back to where it all began. 2012, an Anniversary party where I knew the company’s founders. I was wearing my black velvet Hollywould heels with the Swarovski crystals and the back seam stockings. Those stockings were his kryptonite, little did I know. He as much said so when he introduced himself. While I appreciated the Alpha in his approach and demeanor, I had no idea that this chance meeting would change the course of my life for the next five years. The man who eventually became my Master, who introduced me to the world…
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THE SECRET LIFE OF O- A PYSCHOSEXUAL ADVENTURE
I used pronouns with flexibility before it was “mandatory” on a LinkedIn profile. The embodiment not of an individual but of a thing, for the use and pleasure of someone else. The “it” represents that perfectly. You will notice, that I only refer to myself in the third person; “the slut” or “it.” What is written in these chapters, was the beginning of a journey that was unlike any other. Forget the cliche of “50 Shades of Grey.” This archive is an autobiographical sexual journey that delves deep into the psychosexual realms – BDSM and power exchange. It’s more than a story, it was my life for 5 years. If…
