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Halloween, sticky treats and some much needed crossdressing up.

Halloween, sticky treats and some much needed crossdressing up.

With all the events in the last several months. It is important to stop and take time for yourself. Especially in the middle of chaos and stress. Do something for yourself so you feel less like autonomous robot and more like your uninhibited self. Halloween, though spent in the house this year gave me the much needed excuse to dress up. Not that I ever need an excuse to dress up but it is always…

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Submissive journal. O8/01/2020

Last night she slipped her hands in my pants, sqeezing my butt cheeks. Only to realize that I had put a plug in. She pulled her hand out and spanked my butt.

You’re such a bad boy. You couldn’t wait until we went to bed to put one in. Since you want to be plugged so bad, here.

She pulled out this.

A plug the size of my hand. About 4.5 inches long and 2.5 wide.

After spending…

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Had the day off, so dress up time it is!

You don’t have to go out to dress up. You can put on makeup. Slip on something that makes you feel good and sexy, just to sit and home and relax. Have a glass of wine and dance around like a fool.

Just a simple throw over and some Jeggings.

My house has crappy lighting. I was trying to show off the booty. Oh well…

“You can have anything you want in life if you dress for it.” — Edith Head.

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My first ever act of submission.

Do you remember your first act of submission?

My first act of submission didn’t come from my partner, but with someone that we were playing with.

We are swingers. We started out playing with couples for two years. Eventually, we moved on to single men and women. Which can prove to be a headache sometimes. Finding reliable and trustworthy regulars that is.

We were playing with one guy who…

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Submissive journal 07/01/2020

Tuesday January 7th

Last night was a simple night. We were both tired from work and decided to take it easy.

We took a shower together. I took the time to wash her face with a gentle cleanser. I massaged her scalp with shampoo.

She moaned as I lathered up her body, giving her a quick once over and then slowly massaging her.

I sat down at the end of the tub and washed her feet. “You…

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Alter ego.

Masculine me/Feminine me

Alter ego: described as an alter ego (Latin for “other I”) means alternative self, which is believed to be distinct from a person’s normal or true original personality. Finding one’s alter ego will require finding one’s other self, one with different personality.

Masculine me:

Those who meet me on a regular basis would naturally assume that I am a masculine…

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What made me realize that I was submissive.

I learned about submission from my grade 6 teacher Miss. Augustus. Not in a typical way, of course. It’s not like she was standing at the blackboard giving kink lessons.

I never really understood the full scope of what happened that day until a few years ago. But I feel like this is where the idea of submission was imprinted in my mind.

I was in class. As usual, not paying attention. It…

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Submissive journal. 06/01/2020

Monday January 6th

Notes/Updates:

I know this may seem like an odd place to start a journal. Bare with me please. I hope you enjoy and love the content that will be continuously coming.

It seems that the more she thinks about being dominant. The more flustered she becomes and confused she becomes. She gets flustered and unsure of what to say or how to act in certain situations. It seems…

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Late night.

I peered into the night. Following the lines of the ever so cold sidewalk, one that I’ve walked over thousands of times. Where many a dream pass by.

Waiting for something normal, something human to come by. Maybe just to see something that would make me feel like myself again. Even if it was only partially or temporary.

Disturbing the curtain, tossing it aside from the window. Hoping to make…

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Skin

I get so lost in your skin…

Forever pondering the age-old question nature versus nurture?Surely a creation of heaven and sin combined. Oh how we can be so wild, even with our humanity intact, but it’s slowly subsiding.

I wouldn’t dream of fighting, coming unraveled on a whim. A touch touch of the lips and my heartbeat quickens and I am just another fool, sedated at the mercy of your skin.

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Bryce and Ruby.

He would do anything to please her, not only was it an undying need of his. But for a short and petite woman, Ruby can be very scary, her voice switching from sweet to mischievous in an unmistakable instance. It happens so fast that you would miss it if you blinked. But this? This was somehow crossing the line. Yet he can’t help himself. Ruby stood there in her stockings and nothing else, arms…

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This story comes from a request from a friend. Our swinger friend Jenna that we play with frequently. I was bored looking for something to write about and she had suggested this story. A taboo, step-dad and step-daughter story. Something that was always a fantasy of hers She had always been attracted to her step-father Brady… So she gave me some of the details and here’s what I did with them! I…

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Dark. Morning comes screeching to a night owl. Blinded by the sun, it awaits nightfall. For more interesting sights are to beeseen in the shadows.

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Stand on the mountains. Shoulders of giants. Shout victory as if you were one-hundred feet tall. Fear not, looking down. Take your eyes to the stars. Ascend higher. The only size that matters, Is that of the heart.

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Floating. We are small in comparison. Like a dandelion seedling. Taken by an uncomfortable wind. Destination: Unknown. Floating aimlessly in this vast universe. Waiting to land and grow. For something supposedly fragile. We grab the current. And we flow. Silenced Poet.

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Drifting. Eyelids  become heavy with tiredness. Aware of every breath  filling the lungs to capacity. Feeling every slowing heartbeat.