I never really thought I could be a true slave - until I met my Master in 2006, and was captivated from day one. How is it that an intelligent, independent, and downright promiscuous woman could ever devote herself so completely to a man? I fought it hard. But in the end, I was forced to admit a part of my nature I had wanted to deny: the longing to be owned and possessed by another. Obscene and degrading, and so delightfully liberating!
Since the day I started my first blog, Viti Levu, much has evolved from this unusual exchange. Some has been painful, and some of it pure joy. Here, I write what I consider to be Phase Two in my strange journey.
Initially, I wrote only for my Master's eyes - now he has granted me the freedom to write for others, too. I think that initial restriction has given me perspective, though. I don't want to write yet another blog for lonely perverts. And I don't want to teach you something either. I just want to be honest and be me. A kind of mental exhibitionism. If you like to look, great. If you don't, I hope you find what you are searching for.
nadi xx
About Me
- nadi
- slave (noun): 1. a person who is the property of and wholly subject to another; 2. one who is abjectly subservient to a specified person or influence. -- mas'och-ist (noun) -from mas-och-ism (noun): 1. The deriving of sexual gratification, or the tendency to derive sexual gratification, from being physically or emotionally abused; 2. The deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from being humiliated or mistreated, either by another or by oneself. --