The Siren.

Chastity, I love it. Not for me personally, but for when a submissive gives you their trust and control over a fundamental part of themselves…it’s beyond words. Its…euphoric, sexy, primal…I don’t quite know how else to describe it? These feelings of control. Yes when I’m a submissive, I have the control still. But it’s nothing like when I’m, Miss. It’s…addicting. I want to be consumed by my dominance. I feel strength within myself. I want power. I want more.


Body Love.

I wish I had heard this sooner in my life. So many tears would not have been shed growing up with body and self-esteem issues.

Link: Mary Lambert

The lyrics that never fail to bring a strong emotion from me:

You are worth more than who you fuck
You are worth more than a waistline
You are worth more than beer bottles displayed like drunken artifacts.
You are worth more than any naked body could proclaim in the shadows,
More than a man’s whim or your father’s mistake
You are no less valuable as a size 16 than a size 4
You are no less valuable as a 32a than a 36c
Your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood
It is wisdom
You are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out

-Mary Lambert


As I have said before, when I walk into a room my breasts command attention as they deserve.

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Every inch of myself is beautiful. I’m a Goddess.

Bitch Fest.

Bitching fest coming your way in 3…2…1…

I’m slowly starting my BDSM and kinky collection of toys. Shit is expensive, man! I know I don’t need to have top of the line toys. But I at least want something that is durable and will last for a couple of years. Which means dishing out Benjamin’s, of which I’m a broke college student and make little to no money. So it looks like I will have to buy one toy at a time…sigh. 

Anyone have names of reputable online stores that sell quality toys? Like: floggers, riding crops, paddles, nipple clamps, anal plugs, ben wa balls, restraints, spreader bars, gags, candles specifically for wax play, leashes, etc.

Thank you!




12:18pm, I should be asleep, but I’m not. I’m wide awake. Thinking, always thinking. Always lost in my head. Always dreaming. Of a different me. A happy me. A sexy me. I have this particular image in my head that makes me smile. Makes me feel warm and safe. In an alternative universe I live in a cute cottage somewhere in England. I’m sitting on a comfortable chair on my porch, reading a book and enjoying something warm; maybe tea or coffee. The temperature is cool. It could rain at any moment. There is no sun. I like and enjoy the Fall weather. Some people feel happy and energized by the sun and warmth. I’m the opposite. I feel energy from the rain and thunderstorms. 

I’m smiling. Perhaps because something in my book has brought that on, or perhaps somewhere out in the distance, something has humored me. 

I feel safe and truly at home when I think of this specific picture of myself. 

What does it mean? Why in the past few months have I felt a need to…go? To go somewhere new. Not to run away from my old life, my old book. But create a new book. Fill this new book with expierences. Good and bad. 

I don’t know what this feeling means. 

I just know that I’m happy and content in this picture. 

“These Boots Are Made For Walkin'”

Question of the day: Does everything happen for a reason in life? Let me know what you think in the comments.

The time has come again where I’m putting my Domme boots on. Figure of speech, hehe. Recently I have met a submissive, and the need to dominate has come back with a vengeance. The, what I call, lessons I have learned with my previous short courting with a Dom, has taught me things that I’m using in a courting with this submissive. I’m a firm believer that everything, well some things at least have a reason in life. The good moments, and the shitty moments. The lessons and experiences I took with that Dom, I’m learning from. As in, things not to do, lol. The status of the relationship with this submissive is in the courting phase, and has been for a couple of weeks now. I would say that I’m considering this person as a submissive.

So far I have learned new things about myself. That I had a caregiver role (BDSM), type of quality in me. Yes I have had jobs that have related to this care giving aspect in a vanilla setting, so I’m not surprised, but I didn’t think I would like to nurture and protect like what a Daddy Dom would do. I think that is honestly cool to learn something new about myself!

I have improved my communication from the previous relationship, with this one. I’m listening more attentively than I have done before. I’m offering more support. Just essential creating and increasing good qualities of what makes a, Miss.

I won’t be writing about the intimate moments with this person. There is a part of me that wants to protect and shield our relationship, and keep it special between us. I will not give this person a gender as well. But instead refer to this person as, “little one”. I like calling this person that, and they do too :).

If I were to write it will be things I’m learning about myself as a Miss, and if we go on cute dates as well, hehe.

I have met this person physically, and have gone through the proper steps of: First date non-play, negotiations, and next will be STD testing.

I hope our courtship will be filled with positive moments, and we grow to know each other. I have told little one that there is no pressure to play. There is no rule like after the third date we have to play or something, it’s what works for the both of us. If little one wants to wait until 10 dates to play, that is okay with me, or however long. It’s about comfort level and trust. Nobody should ever feel pressured or rushed to do anything, if they are not comfortable.

So yes, I’m learning new things about myself, and I’m excited. BDSM though is an umbrella term for amazing subgroups of it, is what I love and is a part of me. It’s what I need and want.

Why I prefer to be called, Miss, instead of Mistress:

 If you are curious why I like to be referred to as, Miss, when I’m in Domme mood, let me explain. “Mistress” in BDSM is considered someone who has extensive experience in BDSM and kink. Mistress is a female term for Master. When you think of Master, you picture someone who is good at their craft because they have developed it over the years. Do I think a 23-year-old should consider themselves a Master? Personally, no. But there are people who do that out their. Nor should a 50-year-old consider themselves a Master if they only have been in the scene for 5 years. It’s not about age of the person, but about the length of experience and if they have developed their craft.

There are good and bad Masters out there. There are good and bad Mistresses, Dominatrix’s, slaves, submissives, masochists, sadists, little’s, middle’s, exhibitionists, swingers, etc. Just because someone identifies as a Mistress or Master does not by default mean they are a good person, or even good at their craft. And I think some of those new to BDSM and kink, overlook that. They don’t take the time to get to know someone. And I most definitely have been guilty of this. Thankfully I’m learning from my mistakes.

Off on a tangent, hehe, but the reason why I do call myself, Miss, is because I don’t have the experience, nor training by a Mistress or Master, to call myself that. It’s like calling myself a doctor when I never went through the required steps to become one.

So my comfort level is just being called, Miss. I don’t let everyone call me that. Only a select few, who I personally trust and have developed a connection or friendship with, are allowed to.

Whew, that was a lot. But I hope that gives a good idea into why I call myself Miss and not Mistress.

Until next time, Lovelies.



P.s. I came across this article on Psychology Today, giving a small glance into a introduction of BDSM and the myth that BDSM is abusive.