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"Go bring in the skiff," he said. At low tide, I had volunteered to help carry it closer to the shore. Now at high tide, alone, I took off my boots and socks, rolled my pants as far up as I could, and walked barefoot over rocks and barnacles to complete my task. I only made it halfway ...

Riding the Tiller

Sir and I now have a sailboat. After much difficulty registering the derelict vessel, last night was time for it's first (legal) cruise out of the lagoon it had been sheltered in. When the tide was just right, Sir towed us carefully through the jetty. Finally in open water, I discovered my new favorite way to ...

Crawls Across Floor To Kiss His Hand

See who else is being sinful with me this week.

Art Matters

"The arts are essential to any complete national life. The State owes it to itself to sustain and encourage them… Ill fares the race which fails to salute the arts with the reverence and delight which are their due." ~Winston Churchill 1938 "Life without Art is stupid." ~Mrs. D "Peace Compassion Acceptance Honesty Knowledge Education Respect Humility ...

“She’s yours. Do with her what you wish.”

Sir has some truly evil, sadistic friends... with razor sharp nails and teeth... I whined. I cried. I laughed hysterically. I screamed. I tried to attack to kill. They just laughed and carried on. She and Sir enjoyed watching me run around in the small circle that was the only space I had to move, suspended from ...


The cross has been decorated... Torture devices have been hung... And a professional Rigger has been enjoying making me scream, swing, and spin suspended from the vaulted ceiling. It is almost too bad neither of us thought about taking pictures at all. See who else is being sinful with me this week.

Designing Slut

During my first week settling back into Sir's home, we discovered my old slave quarters did not have enough storage for an actual 24/7/365 slut. There was no longer any room to swing a whip, flogger, or cane. The giant St. Andrews Cross was nearly inaccessible. There was no space to maneuver around the suspension ...

“Now You’re Home”

Yes Sir. I am. I love you SO much! See who else is being sinful with me this week.

I’m Coming Home

"Once upon a time there was a girl that lived in a wonderfully magical place. She was very happy. Then she moved to Florida. The end." ~me, 10/21 Fuck that! "Sir, I want to come home." ~me, 11/13 My next #SinfulSunday will be posted from *home*. See who else is being sinful with me this week.

Experiencing emotional difficulty. Please stand by.

My new collar

As you may or may not have noticed, I stopped writing just after the new year. I was preparing to move, and leave Sir against my will. Instead of getting easier, both of our emotions got more intense as my time grew shorter. Love, despair, and yes, anger grew stronger and stronger. Pain play brought out ...

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