Releasing the slut...

I have always said how much i enjoy the mind fuck, well i think i have the perfect Him for that.... he pulled it off! I never knew what to expect from him next... He does not disappoint!

For anyone who knows me, they know i have just a touch of the princess in me. Yes i like nice things, the nails done, the hair impeccable, always looking nice, yada yada...And really it is not that i am afraid to get my hands dirty, its just that i better not break a nail doing it!

So his devious mind was working overtime thinking of ways to make his toy blush!

First, he had me meet him at a sweet little, ok not sweet, more like ummm seedy hotel right off the interstate. (yes the room came complete with a used hypodermic needle on the floor) After a bit of conversation and some rather intense play, he dressed his slut up in cuffs, collar, and initially a sleazy outfit (but then thankfully toned it down a bit) for a little bit of dinner on the town. oops almost forgot, here is the sadist in him, no shower! nope... no clean up for the princess after play, cuz real sluts they don't do that! UGH! But i did get the honor of watching him clean up! For some reason he really enjoyed me sitting there drenched in lube, sweat and of course not to mention, some bodily fluids, hair going every which way, ya know that just thoroughly fucked look... watching him get all sparkly clean. Go figure....

Then it was off to dinner...

Yes it is possible i just "felt" like everyone noticed the cuffs and collar, the scent of sex, the messed up hair and make up, and the look of slutty submission in my eyes... but maybe no one really did notice. They were really just staring at his rugged good looks. Yes, that must be it! And i am going to just keep telling myself that... No One Noticed the slut!

But a slut i was, not just any slut, but his slut. And really deep down, that is all i really want to be. Although the princess is still there, it is more on the outside than it is on the inside...

So the princess, turned slut, has returned from her adventures with her Master with a bigger smile on her face, and in her heart, than when she left...

Got to love the mind fuck!

growing pains

I started writing this blog for several reasons, but the main one was to help me become less "shy". I have a tendency to sit back and be quiet. To only answer questions i am asked, sometimes not fully answering them, just providing an answer that would be "good enough" to get by.

At least until i become comfortable enough to open up.

In putting information about myself "out there", when i am asked a question of a personal nature, and i know i have answered that question some where in this blog, it becomes much easier to answer fully and completely.

When the words are written here, there is no hiding.

I am standing here naked, completely undressed.

Open for inspection.

Exposed and vulnerable, it is in itself a form of humiliation.

A much needed humbling of sorts.

Its about the mind fuck, the mental aspects of D/s.

Which for me is the catalyst, it is the root of what i love about this lifestyle.

It challenges me to reach outside of myself, to place my need to be private, to be bashful, or reserved, beneath another ones needs to control.

In doing so, i find contentment, a freeing of my selfishness, of my inhibitions.

It is truly, growth.