The Collaring

It’s been a little less than a year since my relationship with Sir ended. I’m just starting a potential relationship with a new Sir (fingers crossed), but he’s already mentioned a collar and that got me thinking about the last time I was collared (also, it got me hard, but that’s beside the point). ForContinue reading “The Collaring”

A Means or an End?

Over on my second favorite blog, DenyingThumper, the rabbit has been stewing a bit lately about how locked men see their cages. He’s also been polling on Twitter, between posts about his now size 32 waist (skinny bitch). The results have been fascinating, though I admit that some of the possible “answers” didn’t really fitContinue reading “A Means or an End?”

The Slave Whisperer

The saga with @SouthernSwitch1 (aka Alpha) continues. He’s actually extremely good at bringing my slave tendencies to the forefront. I don’t think this is anything permanent (though one never knows what life will throw at you). It’s more like he’s helping keep the currently idled slave in working order. I’m like those A380’s put inContinue reading “The Slave Whisperer”

Catching Up

I haven’t written in a while. Not because I don’t have anything to write about (in fact, quite the opposite), but just because I haven’t had time to sit down and write anything. Work has been busier than ever, and I’ve been spending almost 7 days a week getting things up and running, dealing withContinue reading “Catching Up”

Remote Control

Geez, another post already? You usually go days or weeks without posting, Doc. Sometimes even longer. What’s going on here? Well, dear readers, there’s stuff to talk about! If a man you’ve never met, who is the boy/slave of a friend who lives on the other side of the country starts texting you with ordersContinue reading “Remote Control”

That Empty Feeling

What I really miss most is that morning text instructing me what size plug I was to carry that day. Sir had me plugged 5 days a week, and each morning He would sent a cryptic little text indicating His preference. Usually it was “XL” or “XXL”, and every so often, the dreaded “XXXL”. IfContinue reading “That Empty Feeling”