A Social with a Twist

An adventure, off to a Social with a Twist.

And how perfectly timed, it’s my kinky birthday! One year ago I walked into Fetlife armed only with some internet and YouTube knowledge and I took the chance of a lifetime. And now a year later, here we are.

From the beginning of my trip it was a blessed weekend. Once again I found myself on a boat as I sailed over to a beautiful island for what was sure to be an awe inspiring and shockingly wonderful evening. I was fortunate to find friends on the boat that would join me in the festivities.

The evening began with a class centered around power exchange, respect, ritual, intention, and objectification. Respected community members sat on a panel taking questions from the room following the watching of a beautiful Shibari rope scene full of ritual and objectification of the lovely rope bottom. During the evening we also were able to witness some inspiring examples of a submissive’s service to her Master, showing the beauty and respect in ritual and how much love and caring can go into even the simple task of serving a cup of coffee. Other opportunities for service were provided to all of us submissives throughout the evening as we served food to the attendees of the event, were human canvases for an art competition with evil sticks creating beautiful images upon the bodies of all participants, and serving as pieces of furniture.

I watched with bright eyes trying to take in every detail of the evening. Every new experience I was given I tried to immerse myself into as much as possible in order to take everything I could from this night. I did not want to leave anything behind.

Of the many wonderful pieces of bondage equipment I got to try, I was presented with the opportunity to be confined in a predicament box, an amazing contraption. I entered the aluminum box, just a little larger than what’s required for the average adult to fit inside kneeling, with holes throughout each side of the box. There are plates in one end to create stocks to lock in a submissive’s head and wrists, however in my experience we did not use them. Instead, the gentleman who is the mad genius behind this wonderful contraption, used the steel poles that are fed through the holes from one side of the box to the other to secure all parts of my body into predicament positions, including my head, legs, arms and torso. I cannot tell you how many poles were used to secure me into place, but a great deal of tickling and spanking occurred once I was securely locked (without locks) into place. It was another awesome experience of bondage, completely vulnerable, no control, and absolutely secure, without locks. A very interesting concept for my mind to grasp coming from the training and experience it has learned thus far about inescapable bondage.

But the absolute highlight of my night was the evil stick. I was fortunate enough to have the Mistress of the event offer to give me the opportunity to be her canvas and it was the first time I had ever experienced the pain and thrill of the evil stick. It has an awesome intensity that permeates long after the strike. Every strike made me melt deeper into the sweet dreamy state I landed in, with her soft touch and sweet words sending me swimming onto a soft cloud of pain and pleasure, my body burning with a beautiful fuel that lit the fire of submissive bliss I haven’t felt in such a time. I took as much as she was willing to give me. I have found myself admiring the lovely marks left upon my body with the sweet reflection of the beautiful moments and strong stunning woman that brought them to me.

It wasn’t quite a kinky fairytale ball, but it was pretty close. I was able to experience all of the things this kinky little princess is most passionate about: power exchange, bondage, objectification, and sensual, controlled, well delivered pain.

I met and talked with so many beautiful new people. I experienced so much and felt the evening to be a flurry of amazing activity and yet I missed so much of it without meaning to.

in the days that followed I felt drained, absolutely and completely. I could barely put a thought together. Exhaustion overwhelmed me. Rest was all I sought, my mind and my body aching for ease, sleep, recovery, my mind still trying to take in everything I had just experienced. Trying to remember all the details as the night became foggier and foggier. It’s almost as if a spell was upon me, I experienced so much joy, I could barely contain my excitement.

What wonderful people I found in the midst of this epic event, what kindness surrounded me, and has followed me home. I see new friendships on the horizon and even opportunities for some adventurous play. I truly believe the people I made connections with will be good influences on my journey. It is so nice to see more people of good character and integrity join my circle of community.

I don’t know all yet what I have learned from these experiences. I know my mind and emotions are still just trying to process everything that occurred and revel in the memories before any have the opportunity to slip away.

A night to remember, and here’s hoping I don’t forget a minute of it ✨

Kinky Blonde Girl

An Adjustment to the Tiara Required

Time to dust off my tiara, carefully place it back on my pretty little head and get back to the business at hand. I have a beautiful life in front of me, and it just took a little reminder from a good friend that all is not lost.

Sometimes I get so caught up in the emotional chaos that my life has been filled with over the last few months that I forget that I have people all around me that I can lean on and will lift me up. I get lost in my head and in all the many many thoughts that continuously run through my mind all day every day. One of the challenges of having Borderline Personality Disorder, my mind is always racing.

I’ve been reminded that I am strong, that I have a lot going for me and bright things are on the horizon. And even if I’m not where I want to be today, the future is golden and full of amazing prospects.

A woman I greatly admire and respect recently told me she was very proud of me and the decisions I was making. That meant a lot, most especially because of who it was coming from. If I can impress this person, I’m doing something right. I must keep my head held high, tiara straight, and look with hopeful anticipation towards the future.

I know I will find my way back to the place of D/s bliss I was in when I started this blog. I must be patient, keep a positive attitude and walk with integrity. If I can do that I know the universe will work everything out according to plan.

Truly I do still believe in fairytales. I just got a little lost for a time. My dreams will come true, I just must be patient in the interim and take the most from the lessons being taught along the way.

To fairytales, may they always be beautiful!

Kinky Blonde Girl

Tears…..

Last night I had an experience like none I had yet to experience. It was profound and I am still somewhat shaken by it.

My play partner and I were in a scene, doing needle play, which I am just coming to take an interest in. “Take a deep breath” and the needle went into my skin, a brief piercing pain shot through me and all of a sudden I was flooded by tears.

These were no regular “I got poked by a needle” tears. Something was happening inside of me, the tears came and failed to cease. I sobbed and sobbed and at first, a part of me felt like I needed to stop the tears, stop the crying, compose myself, and then I realized that there must be a reason for it and I allowed myself to sink into those feelings, that emotional response and it was incredibly intense. There was a reason for those tears, only my subconscious knows what it is.

We continued to play for some time but eventually, I had to call the scene. I was so overwhelmed by all of those emotions that had been pouring out of me, I just couldn’t keep going at a certain point. Another first. But I stood in my truth again and it was easier this time than the last.

I’m gaining confidence. This summer has been hard on the confidence, but it’s coming back. I’m getting back to where I was. The slow process continues and I imagine this was just one more step in the right direction. A huge emotional release.

Here’s hoping my next experience is a little bit lighter.

Onto the next adventure.

Kinky Blonde Girl

Challenges

Friday night I faced my enemy.

The beautiful relationship that came to a crashing halt because of a Mistress that had to interfere with my happiness.

It was the first time I came face to face with the woman that rocked my fairytale. I spent a great deal of time the night before reconsidering whether I should even attend the event out of an honest concern whether I could bear to be in the same room as her.

When the time came, I put my best face forward, wore a gorgeous cobalt blue summer dress, and felt fantastic. I did take every preventative measure possible to ensure I walked into that event as calm as possible, and I am so happy to say I maintained.

I couldn’t have been much more fortunate than to sit across and one seat away from this person for the entirety of the evening. It was a great test. I had to work to be polite, I’ll be honest. It was such a challenge to listen to her talk. I made every effort to maintain my conversation towards the other end of the table so as to avoid contact as much as possible. However that turned fruitful, I had great conversation, laughed and met new people. A night I was dreading turned out to be fun.

I don’t know if anyone will agree with how I behaved but I am proud of myself for keeping my Borderline self together. Seven hours before I really wasn’t very confident I was going to make it through the night without saying something mean to her. Not because I wanted to, but because I’m just still so hurt.

I’ve been told she meant no harm, but I was the one the words were spoken to and I will always know the look in her eyes when she spewed them at me. If there is one thing a woman knows, it’s when another woman is trying to hurt her.

At the end of the day, I kept my Borderline self together. I maintained wise mind and was able to walk away with a reasonably enjoyable experience. I’m going to work on forgiving her so I don’t feel so much anxiety when these situations arise, but I know it’s going to be a challenge.

Wish me luck 🍀

Kinky Blonde Girl

Finding my way

It’s a slow process, recovery.

Loss, in any form, takes time to adjust to the change. This has been one of the biggest changes that I can think of that I have had in my life to make mentally and emotionally.

Break ups are always a challenge, but I was in no way prepared for the emptiness I would feel by the loss of my dominant. To lose that structure in my life, the rules, rituals and protocols that went with that relationship were so ingrained into my life that losing them all along with the person I was in relationship with has been devastating.

But I think I’m starting to see the light, starting to find my way. I can’t replicate exactly what I had, but I’m slowly finding ways to feed my submissive nature without having that personal dominant relationship to guide me at this time. I’ve learned I cannot and do not want to live my life without those elements of D/s in my life anymore. I’m utterly lost without being able to kneel. I’m lost without being able to serve. I’m lost without seeing pride and pleasure in my dominant’s eyes.

In saying all of this, although I need these things in order to find complete joy and peace, I do not accept being a doormat to anyone. I refuse to become a doormat submissive to any dominant, so buyer beware. I may wish with all that I am to serve, but I will not give my submission to an unworthy recipient. The man that seeks my submission must be honest, forthright, respectful, and of the highest integrity. He will be served loyally and obediently when I feel that power and control that comes from a pure dominant heart with good intentions.

For now I will continue my research and work on myself and seek to fulfill my submissive needs on my own until such time as I find myself in the position again where I can gleefully kneel and serve.

Today I feel content in myself. I will do whatever I need to.

Kinky Blonde Girl

Deceit, a dangerous game

It’s been an interesting year.

I have come to learn a great deal.

I have met some incredibly interesting people.

I have been lied to continuously by dominants for the most ridiculous and selfish of reasons.

I am at a loss for all the lies that I have encountered.

I do not understand why a dominant must maintain that he is monogamous if he is not. Why must a double standard exist for a man to date multiple women but not for those women to date multiple men. Or at least have the right to the up front knowledge of the other women he is dating. Why lie?

I do not understand why a dominant would enter into relationship with a submissive without explaining first his intentions as for other relationships. This is critical information. If the submissive is expected to play a role and fulfill a need for him related to his other relationships, she must be made aware at the outset of the relationship. This is a lie of omission and an incredibly grievous offense.

I do not understand why a dominant chooses lies and deceit, in the end it is all simply a loss.

It is so foolish for anyone to think that this type of behavior is sustainable. It never is and at some point the truth always comes out and it’s never usually pretty.

I’m watching one such scenario unfold at present. This person was once very important to me, yielding great power in my life. But their lies and deceit have led them to the periphery of my world now. I believe I am watching the slow destruction of a beautiful life, and I think everything just may come crashing down for this person.

It’s terribly tragic that people think they can behave in such a manner that they ultimately treat others with such disrespect that their selfishness wounds all.

And really isn’t that the simple thing it all comes down to at the core, selfishness. If they weren’t so selfish, and could possibly consider another human being for a millisecond then we wouldn’t end up with so many people hurt and broken relationships with heartbroken souls trying to find peace from the destruction left in the wake of the monster that is deceit.

I stand tall, and strong, and confident, and on the winning side today.

But too much deceit has crossed my path in my days and it’s time for it to come to a stop. The liars need to be called out for what they are.

This kinky little princess is putting her perfectly heeled foot down. No more.

I absolutely refuse to listen to any more lies, I refuse to allow myself to be manipulated by deceit. I am a strong woman, a smart woman, a beautiful, sexy, talented, passionate, encapsulating woman. I deserve so much better than any man who will play petty little games such as these.

But beware, the most charming, most handsome, most successful, most affluent, they are the most likely to deceive because they have the most to lose. Let’s never forget that. Remember, always be mindful! Know your opponent! And yes, love is war!

Never allow yourself to be deceived.

Kinky Blonde Girl

The Missing Pieces

It’s the little things really.

Last night I went to bed and an emptiness came over me. All of a sudden I realized I wasn’t wearing my locks, my collar, there was no bondage to sleep in this night, or any night hereafter. My neck felt naked, so incredibly bare, and it was the first time in the past week that I had noticed that loss.

I was never formally collared, but from the moment his collar was placed around my neck and the words “You are mine” were whispered in my ear, I was his. I slept many a night locked in his collar and my restraints, they once gave me great comfort. And although last night was dreadful to endure, I hope that I will only need to feel that pain once, and it will be easier the next time I notice my naked neck.

Now my restraints are simply accompaniments to my collection of kink essentials. However, they are beautiful, and I will enjoy them always as I have had many a wonderful experience in them. They are a beautiful crimson red, my absolute favorite. I write this envisioning a day that I will find myself bound in them once again, under the control of a strong dominant man, submitting myself with all that I am, to experience that beautiful feeling of bondage again.

So funny how it’s the little things that get you. I had no expectation when I went to bed last night, or any other night for that matter, that I would be hit by that. Once again it was like a flood, overpowering me, the emptiness of it all. No collar around my neck, no restraints on my wrists and ankles, no chiming of the locks as I moved. This I will most certainly miss, along with the man I used to wear them for.

I’m still finding beauty all around me and I’m doing my best to appreciate all the wonderful things that I do have in my life. Somehow, I still have to feel this pain.

But….a new day has dawned, and I must carry on without. Today should be easier than yesterday, and tomorrow will be easier than today.

Onto better days ahead. I declare today to be a good one!

Kinky Blonde Girl