a moment of magic

I lay on the couch waiting for my orders, a little tipsy from our lovely day and dinner together, waiting for my pleasure to take place.
He enters the room, coming from the bedroom with a smirk of lust on his face. He takes my hand and asked me who do I belong too, me saying “you sir”. he takes out a silk long black blind fold, rapping it gently and firm around my eyes asking “can you see little girl” me “no sir”. “good girl” he replies. Continue reading “a moment of magic”

The beginning

Dear diary
This will be scatted events and stories of my life of struggle, happiness and abuse. We can put it all together.
Don’t look into my stories and see the pain I was in
Look into my story’s and see the strength I have become.
I lost myself as a little girl and have been struggling to conquer and be strong, and find the real women I truly am today.