Sinful Submissive

First and foremost I am a natural submissive. Kneeling in front of a man blindfolded with my hands bound behind me feels….right. The ability to feel his presence, listen to his breathing and smell his masculine smell makes me struggle to be a “good girl”.  I ache to touch him and be touched while trying so hard not to beg or wiggle. With most men there is no other way for me to achieve…

Once upon a time I dated a true exhibitionist. By dated I mean that I fucked him on a regular basis. Phil loved to take me to an adult bookstore that a close friend of his owned. The front of the store looked like most adult stores…well lit and all business. Sex toys of all varieties hung from the walls, racks of porn down the center and a cashier’s counter above a glass case housing the more…

I will dress in whatever form of undress you deem appropriate

Please put me over your knee if I do not comply

I will Kneel before you placing my hands behind my back

Please bind them if I reach to touch you without permission

I will bow my head and avert my eyes

Please blindfold me if look up at you without being told

I will stay quiet and await your instruction

Please gag me if I speak out of…

Sometime in the very cold winter of 2010 I met Cody.  We were both attending a local university, I was a nontraditional student, about to turn thirty, giving another go at finishing my degree and Cody….well I believe his goal included college parties and the female anatomy. I didn’t think much of chatting with him in class or the occasional text we would send each other, it seemed platonic. I…

At an impressionable young age I discovered my love for pleasure. As soon as I figured out that it felt good to masturbate I couldn’t wait to rid myself of my pesky virginity and move on to the real thing. Flipping through the pages of my mother’s magazines with covers bragging about how to please your man and how to get the most out of sex and then moving on my father’s secret stash of Hustler…