M. and her not so Vanilla world
- M.
- Feb 9, 2015
- 2 min read
You can call me M.
It’s the only name I intend to give here and please refrain from trying to figure out my identity. It is secret for a very good reason.
On the outside my life is just like yours: I get up in the morning, eat breakfast, go to work, work out, go home, do my household chores and go to bed. Awfully dull for the better part.
Yet one night a week; one night I get the chance to transform myself into my truest form (as I like to see it).
One night a week I am M. A slavegirl owned by her Mister Big for over 3 years now. It’s not nearly enough –never is-, yet it is what keeps me sane. Pain keeps me sane.
If the people who knew me would figure out who’s writing this, they’d fall back in their chairs I’m sure. Because when you pass me by on the street or talk to me: nothing would give away my true nature.
If anything, most people would put me in the corner of the Dominants.
Guess what: I am exactly the opposite.
As an introduction to me, these are the first things that you might want to know:
Owned and collared by my Sir who we will call Mr Big from now on (the name was chosen because of the sheer size of the man! He does it justice trust me).
Fan of: whips, ropes, wax and candles.
Type of play we engage in most: we’re big on lustplay, obedience and stamina.
Petplay in the form of kittenplay. Though it has been a long time now and I do miss it.
Only 1 Sir for this slavegirl.
Ever growing, ever learning, and ever evolving.
This webspace will be a place for me to talk about my adventures and hopefully show readers that BDSM is much more than a fad, a popular book or movie.
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