Yes, we are still alive.

Yes, yes, it’s been awhile. While I never lost interest in the blog fully, the excitement around it was absolutely dampened last year when WordPress dumped us and then, at least in my mind, the world went a bit crazy.

The other factor in this is something I realized a bit ago was that I didn’t feel the need to write, to share new things or new adventures, or update you on the latest Master/slave developments because, well, it wasn’t new anymore. Somehow, without realizing it, our little kinky triad graduated from “this is amazing” to “this is normal” and though not a single one of you sent a cake or a card to celebrate with us, it’s a pretty cool unrecognized milestone.

However, after a few emails from people telling me that they had found value in the sorted details of me and jack or even me and Thumper, I realized that just because this is my new normal, these things are still scary as fuck for many men, and we needed to be more active to prove that it is okay to be a pervert, it is fine to be a sub or a Dom, and that whatever you are searching for, while it may not ever happen, doesn’t make you a bad person for trying. I also realized that some guys may need a reminder that transforming someone into their slave self, doesn’t have to take their self worth with it. That acceptance, from my experience, can be used to empower all the muggle parts of their lives to a point that they may not have even realized possible.

Also, for the Doms in the room, I realized that actually owning another man is a responsibility that, in porn and some social media, I think is often missed. With jack, I easily and quickly took control of his dick and his ass, but it’s taken five years to get control of the rest and I am not even close to being finished. While he is 100% self supporting financially for himself and his kid, my responsibility is to be there when the unexpected happens (because, luckily, I can) and to make sure he feels constantly supported emotionally as well as physically. I don’t think either of us realized what we were heading toward, but we don’t mind it at all. But, the control is mine and he doesn’t even leave his house without telling me, because it’s expected. He has a temper, but my job is to keep that in line as well. He gave me 95% (the kid is the part I don’t have nor want) of himself, and I fucking better take care of that because that level of trust is paramount.

Also, in writing this blog I have realized that I need to make sure everyone is aware that while the Bluesky pics are 100% real, they are one moment in time during a day when we had an extra hour. For us, his submission is not about being in chains 24/7 (not yet anyway – heh) but it’s about supporting and serving me in whatever way I need. He knows that I find power and energy in making sure he’s usually slightly (or more)uncomfortable, so he willingly accepts the extra large plug when I install it in him with the expectation of 22 hours implanted, the 500 paddle hits that will leave a two week bruise, that his nipples will be sore for the rest of his life, and that his monster sized dick is not ever going to fuck anything again, not even a hand. THAT is how he supports me. And yeah, when he has time he does have regular chore list and my car is always spotless – but those are things I can do myself or pay for, his willingness to not leave his house without permission, to sit on a plug locked in his ass, or to never touch his dick again is the ultimate service to me.

Again, THIS IS US. Your experience may vary, but I will try to do better in answering questions, sharing perspectives, and more.

Thanks for sticking with us!

P.S. – we are all doing just fine.