Tri had thought this sort of thing was supposed to get easier with time, but she felt far more apprehension than she had on her first Cleansing. She’d had anxiety aplenty last time, though the entire ritual also held an enticing air of mystery. On her return, though she couldn’t yet claim understanding of the … Continue reading Cleansing
There is a man at the pub, a very kind, gentle, thoughtful man, who thinks he likes me. He doesn’t know. I wish I could tell him. I wish I could tell him that I am not the smiling, fun-loving face that I wear in public. I wish I could tell him that there … Continue reading The Man from the Pub
Knowing me, I'd get stuck like this. Knowing whoever I'm likely to be with, the rescue would come with a price.
There is magic in the moment of offering up the implement- particularly a harsh one- knowing what it will do, and accepting what is to come.
While there is a certain attraction to the idea of being caught- the inevitability of punishment, the powerless feeling, and, of course, being able to pretend that if one had been just a bit more sneaky all of this unpleasantness could have been avoided, I find the concept of confession far more potent. It adds … Continue reading Confession
I had to teach my phone the word "mentoring" the other day. It tried to auto-correct to "tormenting." Now that I think about my mentor's methods, though, perhaps it was just very perceptive. . .
That feeling that the think you're looking for is so close, and yet, for some reason, you can't seem to see it. . .
One has to wonder how long the grin will last.
Previous posts in this series As part of a new year stock-taking exercise, my mentor has encouraged (rather strongly) me to reflect on our arrangement. The results of this exercise are provided below for those of you who have been following this adventure. I confess that my expectations for online discipline were extremely low. The … Continue reading Long Distance Discipline: Reflections
Cleaning off an old hard drive, I stumbled across the first spanking picture I had ever saved. I remember being terrified about someone stumbling across it, even though friends using my old, clunky computer was a very rare occasion. I'd hidden it so thoroughly, I'd forgotten it was there, and so it was quite surprising … Continue reading The First Picture