I was not free to be his and we both had to exercise amazing restraint and patience to wait until my kids were old enough for me to be free to live the life we both desired. I cried tears of patience. And he thumped a few walls in patience. It was a hard time.
When I started this blog I never really thought about including images but I realised by exposing myself in this way I would draw people to the blog who would then hopefully read my words.But I also enjoyed seeing a sexy, quirky or sassy photo of myself.
My man wore my knickers and dressed up in hold-ups and thigh length boots. He topped it off with a tight waistcoat and I was putty in his hands as he tied me up and flogged me looking like he was about to set foot onto the set of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.