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I'm a large, curvy, lustful slave learning the ropes in a full time M/s relationship. My explorations with love and life and BDSM have brought me closer to the edge of pain and pleasure, deep desires for rope bondage and debauchery but moreso a desire to delve deeper into submission and service to my Master KnyghtMare. Struggling internally with submission and independent needs, obesity and body image, I bring a unique opinion to all things in the Lifestyle.
I choose to live my life in submission and service to Master.
Author Archives: lunaKM
I’m drowning. I can’t shut off all the negative self-talk in my head lately. I know it’s false though because I can’t find anything to prove it’s valid thinking, but it still won’t go away. One moment it’s that I’m … Continue reading
Last week KnyghtMare put his new collar on me. It’s a lovely Sterling Silver chain and I couldn’t be happier. We’ve had a little talk to establish our foundation, a place where everything will build from. I think I needed … Continue reading
I’m doing okay. Since my father and I hadn’t seen each other for 10 years the pain of his loss is different and muted somewhat. I’m looking for normalcy at this point and desperately crave things to just function as … Continue reading
I thought because I didn’t have a relationship with my dad, that I wouldn’t have a need to grieve. I was so wrong! “… my dad was an asshole, too. But it didn’t make it any easier to bury him. … Continue reading
It’s just one thing after another around here. Most people who believe in superstitions say that bad things happen in threes. If that’s the case, I’ve just had my third thing appear. On Father’s Day, I found out that my … Continue reading
Last night, KnyghtMare asked me to be his submissive again! I had been hoping that my changes and progress on myself was making it evident that I can be a better person and worthy submissive for him. And now I … Continue reading
May was tough. Max’s death has been really hard on me and just thinking about how hard it is makes me tear up. The self-talk I have about it isn’t the best. I keep saying, he was a cat, you … Continue reading