Confession by Anonymous

I attended the "Would you Rather" game that was hosted on 7/25. It was different from the usual kinky interactions that I see either online or from the local area. Everyone was having a good time and it was apparent to see the relationships that people have created. Especially when it came to Dommes and their subs. The way they talked, make jokes, brought up past experiences, everything was proof of how amazing their relationships are, at least from my perspective. It made me realize that I have been longing for a relationship like that for a long time. It's difficult for me to go out and put myself out there in the local area. (Mainly because I am shy as hell, unless someone is pushing me, or because of Covid)

I took some time off of kinky interactions after my last potential relationship to do some soul searching. What do I really want? What dynamic can I agree to that will more than satisfy my/my partners desires as well as being able to realistically maintain that relationship with everything else I do in my life? I know what my ultimate dream is, but it's not something I can't have at this moment, maybe even ever. I have other passions and commitments in my life that currently take precedent over my ultimate kinky dream, that I want to one day live. Lately I have tried my best to bottle up those feelings and desires. But I don't think I can/want to anymore. It's not always realistic to have the best of both worlds, but is it even a possibility for me? Can I find the opportunity to have pieces of them both and slowly try to have more of them over time? Giving up on one of them all together can't be the answer. It just can't be. I wonder if making a commitment to myself to really trying to find someone and have some sort of balance is what I should do? Trying to do this while everything is going on in the world makes it much more difficult.

I wanted to attend today's event to just have some fun with people who's company I enjoyed, but now these bottled feelings are starting to rise at an alarming rate. I usually try to be anonymous when writing about any help or advice. Mainly because I want don't want others to see that I am going through these difficulties. I'd rather be seen as the funny/silly guy that I know I am. But I'm now at a point where I need to find an answer for the tug of war that's been going on inside my mind and heart. I hope that I find an answer to my questions soon.

Angel's Wings by Skye

Angels Wings

Under the stars, as i stare aimless into the night,
longing for my heart to take that daring flight.
I reflect upon my destiny of my life,
i tear, as i feel im using my own scythe.
cutting away at my heart once more,
as i effectively halt from the creation of a fable or lore. 

I deliberate, consult and decide, i should no longer stand back,
my armour is created and made up from all that i lack.
Proceed onwards and go in battle blind,
this hell im creating is just my mind, i let it unbind.
I move slow with in my thoughts, though my heart races,
those moments of fear but with familiar faces.

Conversing with a clarity of a new slate wiped clean,
my heart beating with a intangible beam.
a chorus of angelic voices in replay for days in my mind,
as i hand a note over the trembles flurry with inability to remain inside.

Under the wings i am taken, protected and safe,
no longer feeling like a lost waif.
Feeling a sense of being deep down,
looking up from my knees to You and your veneration like crown.

I understood the demons that had tortured my mind,
was lost behind these alluring lights of second to none this Seraph kind.
Teaching me just learn how to fly,
under Your wings i would later flourish, yet cry,
As my ultimate apotheosis later achieved a dream ultimately coming true,
after a few months of patience, reality, i became owned by You.
Reality stung like the sweetest of stings,
around my neck my adoration for You this brings.
I wiped away my tears of happiness inside i glisten,
i hang on Your every word, for your words i do listen.

Little seed planted scattering this in me on the ground,
over the time the winds of change blow all around,
growth and strength, i cultivate myself i am now found.
Seasons come, and seasons go,
This past year i saw us together grow.

Observing the auras in which You even prehaps unwittingly extrude,
I never want this feeling i have to ever conclude.

this love i have for my angel whom i solemly speak, no words can truly describe,

mysterious, intellectual, enigmatic and filled full of grace,
under the wings of my Mistress, i know my place.




Mistress Mira, i wanted to share this these words dont even do justice to my expression of how i feel about You and O/our dynamic in which we have. thankYou so very much for the first year of O/our journey from when You took me on a year ago today 05/20 as just as a protection and W/we watched the dynamic grow, i may not have been what You was looking for at that time, but i am so graciously thankful You gave me the chance and i became Yours, Faithfully Yours, Skye

The Artist - by Will (Willpb94)

The softest skin,
The cruel delight,
Sensation sets my mind alight.
She forces me down to my place,
Awaiting leather’s cold embrace.

Paralysed, I vainly try,
To squirm in cuffs that bind my hands.
The pain begins,
My will, now broke,
Dissenting words,
Cannot be spoke.

And as I cry,
Pure tears, like dew,
She paints my skin,
A rose-red hue.
Her crop is now Her artist's brush,
This masterpiece, She does not rush.
My pain will serve to be Her muse,
She paints, inspired by every bruise.

In this modest way I serve,
A tool, for use when She desires.
Through, crop and whip She moulds me ‘till,
My mind and body She acquires.

And then, with hands run through my hair,
She pulls me up, from servant's stance.
My feet, I find, my head, I raise,
To slowly meet the Artist’s gaze.
And then She asks:
“What now, sweet whore?”

I bend back down,
And beg for more.

One Through Five by Anonymous

poem called: one through five
a poem based on a subs reflection of events that ensued, in a interactive scene with Mistress.


one through five
do you feel alive?
contemplation, preparation, exhilaration, liberation,

reflection,
yes.

as the guard falls deathly, beyond these walls,
as the summit peaks in time, within these halls.
the mind now like a horse, galloping, preparing for its races,
the body is readying itself, to be put through some paces.

as i have a fear of what may present in this store,
i allude to myself, what can i allure.
a quiver full of arrows they shoot down my spine,
are these words for me?... really are they mine!?
"before we begin, are you really comfortable with this"
my mind is screaming in fear, but yet bliss.

understanding the rules, the traffic lights and one through five,
i take a deep breath, now time to contrive.
the hand shakes slightly as i am ready to start,
all i can hear is this sound of my heart.

"do these things...., did you prepare the bed?",
bare thigh flesh suddenly becoming quite a pretty color of red.
as the numbers like a student, the graduations grows,
as the impact with tenacity, as each impounding blows.

the smell of fall fills the room,
as my thoughts of whats to come begins to loom.
as i watch the flicker, knowing what my arm can handle, a little snap of the pin.
but oh, when it's asked, a certain way to be hit free from the skin,
a little almost yelp echoes, as it shoots out of sight.
and a new part of flesh, now growing red and bright,

a trickle of heat down onto the torso,
relaxation of the apprehension, even more so.
a sudden stinging, over the already reddening thigh,
i jump in a shock, as i wince, i close an eye.
i gather myself, as for what is to come,
feeling we are just starting, we are not yet done.

with more of snapping in different places,
speaking difficult as a change of faces.
testing again with a trickle, now over the breast,
now gather my thoughts, just for a moments rest.

i remember these words ".... it's in your near future, maybe"
from what comes next, this calendar, was very fast to see.
controlling the motion, of my now almost trembling hand,
looking at my marks, as a temporary brand.
each breathless breath i take, i feel increasingly shy,
you've heard this whole thing, yet i should not to you deny.
these sounds, resounding quite loudly i feel,
is this really happening? is this whole thing is it real?


masochistic i admit too, yet term pain-slut i fight,
can my body give an answer, am i wrong or am i right?
i crave to serve, to please, to entertain,
i long for the day, till i feel this again.

thank You so much Mistress.

By Anonymous

I'm getting married to Mistress in 2 days ........

and my ex Miss even tho she is blocked etc etc

her standing there in the same club close to me does have an effect on me
her being near me has a effect of a urge to just talk to her
or at least be her friend in some way and its hard to just .............

look away and ignore her even if blocked or not

a lot of emotions come up and im not sure what they are

i have been told not to IM her ever again
and shes told me not to contact her etc
but she stands near me and i just want to just

i guess my confession is im thinking about just being her friend but its that or would that be possible

given the circumstaces

i feel so so stuck and trapped

i love my Mistress and im getting married in 2 days

but my ex pulls something in me out badly

and im not sure what it is i just need them to just

im not sure so i guess i confess to thinking about unblocking them and asking them something

i know its wrong and i know i wont do it but the temptation to do it ...... is very great when there in the same room ............

i guess i want that one more night and be done with it but i cant ....... Mistress told me not to IM her again .......

Confession by Cam

You never really know what someone is like until you meet them.  Yes, we'd met in SL, chatted in text and in voice, swapped pictures - all of that.  You think you know them, but you don't really.  There's always room for doubt; for things unseen.  Not lies or half-truths but omissions.  Little snippets of character or appearance; mannerisms or ways of being, that might put one off.  They say never meet your heroes but if you don't of course you'll never know that they're really just normal people - or the most incredible person.  You have to scratch that card and hope it comes up with bells and not lemons.

Seeing Mistress in that secreted-away café in a Holborn side street for the first time washed away any doubts.  Her smile.  Bell. Her gentle persuasiveness. Bell. And the effortless style of her clothes.  Bell. We sat and chatted - it was weird, meeting someone for the first time that you know so well, so strange yet so familiar.  She asked me if I still wanted to come with her.  I agreed and we walked back to her flat via the shops.  I've been completely hers ever since.

I still look back to that meeting sometimes with fondness - the cafe isn't there any more; well, it is, but it's a different company now.  Some things don't change though.  Her smile, her gentle persuasiveness, and her effortless style.  Nor does my love for her.  Except that it ages well, like a good wine.  Better every year and well worth drinking deeply..

Carbs by Lady Karrie

I am feeling in a really fucked off mood tonight. Oh I swore, too fucking bad. if you had the day i had you would be fucking swearing too or standing in the middle of a busy street, screaminnnnng until the ambulance took you away. to Fuck knows where. So if you are offended slip the fuck away.

It started around 8am,  I left for my first business meeting, makeup beautifully set and hair perfectly blow dried, I slipped out of the apartment to be met with a hurricane of wind and rain.  As I tried to hide my face from the onset a rancid takeaway wrapper blew into my face blurring my vision and my six inch heels stepped into the leftover kebab and fries that was splattered on the pavement. And yeah I feel flat down on my arse. I was fucking furious sitting there stinking of chilli and fuck knows what dripping down my hair. I didn't even notice the split in my Chanel black jeans until after someone in the meeting quietly mentioned it!

At lunch my fucked up arse of an assistant brought me the wrong sandwich even although i had clearly said it was my no carbs day! I had to fucking eat it too. Ok he brought me alternative but when its right in front of you, you arent going to say oh no i don't want the chicken and cheese on Rye ill just have the pissed off looking limp salad are you! Fucking imbecile. Ill sack him tomorrow I cant afford my diet ruined by a fucking clown of a man.

And of course because I had the bread i thought fuck it and sent him out for fat coke and donuts.

And that is why I am totally fucked off today! Ruined my whole fucking diet Monday once more! I cant stop thinking of that idiot feeding me a pile of fucking fat.

And yes I know I shouldnt play when Im angry but do you know what you can fuck off too. Im not in the mood.

Hes waiting for me now.......hes gonna suffer.

"John why the fuck are you not kneeling" I punch him to the floor and kick him hard in the balls. "Answer me cunt"

No response, What the fuck. I get enough ignorance of men at work I am sure as fuck not putting up with it here as well.

I grab his hair tight and pull his head down whilst bringing a knee up into his face.

He squeals.
I am not ready to laugh as I normally would.. hes just annoying me more.

I slap his face hard and scream...thick spittle flies onto his face.."One last chance or I will fucking cut you deep"

"Sorry sorry Mistress you told me that I wasn't to kneel today until you told me. I am so sorry Mistress Very sorry"

For fuck sakes His fucking pathetic sorry sorry was really irritating I cant stand whining.

I grab my knuckle dusters from the nearby chair and smash his face making sure I make contact with his hooked nose. The blood soothes me slightly. His body crumbling to the floor doesn't. Fucking wimp!

"Get the fuck up you spineless little worm " As I drag him to the corner crucifix, he squeals like a pathetic piece of pork. I roughly affix his restraints, pinch his nipples ruthlessly till he screams then I bend for an instant to lick a  delicious trail of blood that oozes into his soft mouth, "Like blood on snow" I whisper.

 I wink and somewhat excitedly, reach for the bullwhip and begin the release.

All that pent up anger, all that fury inside me fuel my game. I dont want stripes I need welts. Ragged. Unkept splattered weals scarring his pale freckled skin. As the sound of the whip cracks steadily through the humid air my cunt begins to drip its delight.

When I am out of breath, when my arm hurts so bad that I cant lift it anymore I awake from the frenzy and am almost startled by the sight before me.

Releasing his restraints I rip my pants off hurriedly and smother his face in my wet cunt.

"Get one hand on your maggot cock and hold it there. No wanking! With the other start fingering me deep. All four fingers. Push them in as far as you can, then deeper, Get your tongue spread out flat on my clit none of that fairy tip shit or doing the alphabet you arse. Thats it Now lap and fuck until I tell you to stop"

Afterwards, I call him to me.

Hes all mushy now, I love you this I love you that. I have only one last instruction.

"Cunt, go down to the shop and get me some Carb-free, Gluten free, Lactose free, Vegan caramel swirl ice cream. Dont forget the flake."