This is a story of self discovery, freedom of expression, passion and responsibility. Based on real events and characters, it takes shape of an irregular diary, a collection of small independent stories. Featuring BDSM lifestyle, some may consider it to be NSFW, however it is but a day in my life. Certainly 18+ though! So do not proceed if you’re not of age or maturity.

List of stories in this series.

Thorpe Park

I woke up in the morning, had a dream about crazy rides in an amusement park. Reminded me of our first date. I went to wake her up, sat on the side of her bed. Grabbed her hand by her wrist, I said “wakey wakey.” - “Good morning Mistress,” she replied. I said “Remember Thorpe park?” Her tail started to wag under the blanket - using her leg.

We were waiting in an endless queue,
She stepped on my shoe.
I was holding a jacket in my hand,
I passed it to George, our friend.

I rushed a hand behind her head,
Firm was my grip on her hair,
The other on her neck denying air,
Pushing her hard against the wall,
Protecting her head after all.

The crowd in distress,
“I’m sorry Mistress.”
A kiss on her lips,
The crowd now giggles.

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The climb for a ride.

The climb for a ride.