Informed consent

Quite rightly, consent is a frequently discussed topic on blogs and social media by the kink community. However it is not a topic I have given much space to on this blog. Often when I discuss our relationship, a Master / slave total power exchange, consent issues are implied rather than explicitly stated. In this post I’m going to attempt to articulate my journey. But also be clear that Master does have my informed consent, at all times.

Definitions

Informed consent is consent that is given freely and willingly by someone who is aware of what they are agreeing to, not under the influence of drugs or alcohol, not being pressured or coerced, and of legal age. Informed consent is often referenced in BDSM communities. It is vital before starting a scene, especially any scenes that involves play that appears nonconsentual such as forced orgasm.

Kinkly.com

These are clear and wise words. However, we don’t discuss consent every time we engage in a BDSM activity, or have kinky sex. But I do regularly reaffirm that I give my consent to Master and freely discuss my limits. Having said that, I have also given my limits to Master and he regularly pushes them. I can, however remove consent at any time and I have a safe word.

At the beginning of my journey

In August 2012 I wrote about my submission to my then Sir. The post is mainly about consequences, but it does cover consent. Even in that relationship, I didn’t renew my consent each time, but knew I could withdraw it.

When i am with Sir, i have chosen to arrive at the place we have decided to meet at the given time. I have done this in the knowledge that there are expectations placed upon me that have been discussed in advance. i submit to those willingly since this is a consentual arrangement. Sir is not big on punishment, but at the same time i am never sure whether i might be spanked, clamped or restrained. i never know where Sir is going to chose to put his cock next. i relax into the submission, i am compliant, i submit to humiliation; to situations that wouldn’t normally be part of what i would do.
I can always choose what i want to do, but everything i do has consequences.

17 August 2017
This relationship

I wrote about limits and consent in this relationship for my 2016 Blogging A-Z. You can see that informed consent has been important from the beginning.

With Master, the relationship started off in the same way, limits were discussed in a chat room and, he was always careful to test out I was happy with things. We were playing or else having sex. He discovered my exhibitionist tendencies and pushed those, but I was never unhappy with what he suggested and have never called red. I became his slave during that first summer and then last year received his collar and this caused me to think. I trust this man, he has my submission, I have agreed that he is my owner and so as part of this he should have my limits. He didn’t demand them, I offered them and he grabbed them from me.


Of course, I am a human and I have consented to this whole thing, so I can take anything away that was given. But I can’t see that happening. The limits are defined by him and that is how we live our life. He loves the power he feels owning both me and my limits and I in turn love that I no longer have to worry about this kind of thing. Now if he asked me to wear a diaper, things might change!

14 April 2016
Reflections on informed consent

As a nurse I am more aware than most about consent issues. Giving care and treatment to people unable or unwilling to give consent is part and parcel of that work. Along with always making sure that the best interests of the individual is upheld.

Even though I am the one giving consent in this context, it is important I understand what I am consenting to. There have been times when I didn’t entirely know what I was letting myself into within a scene. But thankfully I have never been with anyone who abused my right to say no.

I love to read fiction where consent issues are at best tenuous. This includes rape, people being held against their will and made to submit. But that doesn’t mean to say my life is like that. Or that I would want it to be. Relationships develop over time, whether long distance, on line or 24/7. We evolved to the consent non-consent one that we now have. And we got there through a great deal of discussion. This is something that continues to this day. I may be his slave, but I can always call red and could walk away if I wanted. however, I doubt very much I will.

Humiliation

One of the first things I learned on my submissive journey was that I enjoyed being humiliated in a sexual way. Against even my own expectations I enjoyed being called a slut or bitch. Early in my relationship with S I was expected to dress in clothing that would usually be restricted to the bedroom. Or to drive to meet him with my skirt pulled up around my waist. I found myself buying clothing I usually considered too short for my age. Then, when I wore them out with him and he whispered that I was a whore, I felt turned on rather than horrified. These were all revelations to me.

In July 2012, I wrote about our first date:

On our very first date, on that first night. i dressed in a short skirt, which only just covered my stockings and suspenders. i wore black heeled shoes that i could barely walk in and i walked into a bar and ordered a drink. i sat at a table and waited until Sir who i had barely met in person came into the bar and asked to join me. He had us move to another table with lower chairs where he could observe and touch me more easily and then we tried to engage in normal ‘we’ve just met and are just having a chat’ conversation while he ran his hand up my stocking top in pretty much full view of the bar.

This was humiliating, sir told me later that i was a slut for doing it, but i loved it. The whole time experiencing a combination of blind panic and amazing exhilaration.

17 July 2012

That relationship was characterised by such behaviour. I loved and embraced it. Though I am not sorry that Master is not into stockings and heels. In a way, it was all part of the journey to the submissive woman and slave I am now.

Humiliation now

At the beginning Master told me he preferred me to wear no underwear. The idea that people might see I was wearing no knickers or bra was both thrilling and scary. He likes to touch me in a public place and to photograph me. Often people aren’t far away. The possibility of discovery is one of the things I both love and hate, but mainly love. I’ve not been out without underwear since my mastectomy, but it is something I plan this summer.

In the bedroom, playroom or club he likes me to wear clothes he considers sexy. These tend to be leather harnesses, a net dress or something similar. Kink wear feels natural in those environments, but outside they feel less so.

But the main way in which Master likes to humiliate me is through the use of certain words. That is where Master’s pleasing bitch comes in. Soon after I became his slave, Master renamed me His pleasing bitch. The use of this name and also calling me girl were designed to show that it was he that was important rather than me. It was almost that I didn’t need a specific identity. Instead my whole role was to please him and to be the bitch he wanted and needed.

Being treated as ‘just’ slave was humiliating and degrading. But also it was completely liberating. Suddenly I was able to leave my identity as Julie behind, including the baggage of life. Instead I could just be MPB or this girl.

Reflections on humiliation in this M/s relationship

In my past relationship, humiliation was about looking slutty and being called names. Rather than hate it, I loved it. But the dressing up part was a kind of role play and still is.

Now, I am always slave. But there is still the need for ritual to get into the right mindset. The burdens of every day life remain, along with the responsibilities that go with them. So we engage in a ritual where I tell him who and what I am. During this I recite that: this girl is his bitch, his pleasing bitch. That he is this girl’s Master and that he controls her limits.

While this is most often immediately before sex or play, that doesn’t mean that it can’t occur at other times. It is humiliating to recite this mantra, but also it reaffirms that I am his slave and always will be.

Girl

At what age do we leave our girlhood behind and instead become a woman. Adulthood for me was technically reached at 18, but in many ways I was still a girl. I hadn’t yet had sex, didn’t have many responsibilities and hadn’t yet voted in a general election. Emotionally I hadn’t fully developed and did so over the next 2 or 3 years. Older family members were used to 21 being the age when you were considered of age. I received many cards on my 21st birthday with keys on them. I was still 21 when I married my ex and took on a mortgage, a responsible job (qualified nurse) and all of the baggage that comes with it. During my 20’s I still considered myself a girl in many ways and then I became a parent and was definitely a woman.

Fast forward to 2014 and I met a man who insisted and still insists on calling me a girl. His girl. He also had me calling myself ‘this girl’.

When I started my blog in 2012, I referred to myself as Joolz and called the blog world of Joolz. S invariably called me Joolz and actually that had been something of a nickname during my teenage years. But Master felt Joolz was someone I had been. Now I was to be ‘this girl’.

Some quotes from my blog

New Dom would like me to refer to myself in the third person when i am in submissive role. He feels it will help me to explore my submission more and to hand more of myself to him (or something like that). At the same time i will call him Sir or Master, or as a further suggestion Lord. I nearly fell off my chair at that one and he wondered if i was being a little bratty! i expect i was, but i think that this girl will call Him Sir or Master rather than Lord!

15 Feb 2014

Who are you? He asked when she had given Him that huge orgasm and had on his instructions kept it coming.
Who was she?
This girl. she was this girl. she was also this slut, this bitch, this whore. She was His submissive. She is this girl.
He smiled. He loves the feeling of power this gives to Him. This girl likes to know that she had given herself, all of herself to Him. So much so, that at these moments she no longer has a name.

6 May 2014

If anyone had told me 9 months ago that I would again be anyone’s girl I would have laughed in their faces. Me, a 50 something year old woman, someone’s girl?
But now, not only do I like being His girl, but I love the fact that is what He calls me all of the time. What is more, I love to be in a place where where we are anonymous and where I can call Him Master, even in a public place.
The power and control He has over me, His girl is often subtle. So much so, that no one else can tell it is there. But right now, it is ever present, even as now from a thousand miles away.

28 October 2014
Reflections on being ‘this girl’

I know that many Dominant’s use the term girl to refer to their submissive. It has nothing to do with age play but does relate to the power dynamic.

Over the years, I have not only got used to being His girl but embrace it. When Master tells me to call myself ‘this girl’, he is reminding me of who and what I am. Sometimes I need that reminder.

February Photofest

I know it’s April not February. But February photofest run each year by the wonderful Molly from Molly’s Daily Kiss has been an amazing influence on my blog. My first photos taken by me, of me were for Sinful Sunday and when the next February Phtofest came around I decided to take part. Little did I know how challenging it would be to post a photo every day for 28 days.

They began modestly with this post from February 1st 2015. But by 10th I was proudly getting a tit out and showing my nipple jewellery.

My first photo in 2016 was a selfie of me topless wearing my collar. Master had collared me in the summer of 2015, so it hadn’t been a feature the previous February. The photos that year were more daring, like this one of us having sex from behind. Master (obviously) took the photo.

On 1st February 2017 I was celebrating our 3rd anniversary together with a picture of me kneeling on the bed for Master. By this time I was living on my own in the house for much of the week. so had plenty of time and opportunity for photos. I got out my camera and tripod on a couple of occasions. The photo I now use at the top of this blog was amongst that set. It first appeared on 13th February 2017.

I sat out 2018. I wasn’t blogging very much and didn’t have the time or energy to put the required energy in. This turned out to be a good decision because that was the month I accidentally deleted my blog and had to be rescued by Dom Signs (Molly’s husband).

This year though I participated again and used a mixture of new and old, but mostly not seen before photos. I was recovering from the effects of radiotherapy at the time, as can be seen in this photo. I also showed my mastectomy scar for the first time.

February Photofest takes time and effort to prepare and post but is well worth it. If you haven’t participated before, then maybe now is a good time to start planning. After all it is still 10 months till the 2020 edition.

A photo taken up my skirt. I'm wearing hold up stockings, but not much else.
Up skirt – My favourite February Photofest picture of all time.

Erotic writing

I was reading erotic fiction long before I thought about writing it. Around the time I met S, I began to download erotica to my kindle. Before that I hadn’t read anything like it. I was unfamiliar with The Story of O. Looking at my kindle purchase history, I downloaded a lot of books over the next few months and read most of them. I also read a number of non fiction ‘how to’ type books.

Around the same time I began to read blogs, mainly those written by submissive women. I sucked up the information they provided. When I started to write my own blog, it really was a diary of events, along with a reflective journal of my thoughts and feelings. At the time I concentrated on non fiction blogs and read fiction on my kindle.

The first fiction piece to appear on my own blog wasn’t until March 2017 and was based on my Master’s fetish for women with very short hair. I think I’ve mentioned in the past (not entirely sure where), that I used to write fiction as a teenager and in my early 20’s. This was in long hand and was often pretty sexy. Somehow though I have a mental block about writing erotica on my blog.

My preference is always to write something that feels real. Therefore I struggle to let my imagination go wild and then, I feel I can’t be as good as others. Entering the Smut Marathon last year was a way of testing if I could do it. It turned out I was better than I thought. I made it to round 6 before being eliminated. In fact, I was packing up my house and suffered a urinary infection during that round. So perhaps I could have gone further. The experience was educational and pushed me to improve the quality of my writing. But it was also a stressful experience, hence sitting out this year’s competition. Since then, I have written some Flash Fiction and plan to write more, very soon.

My favourite round was round 5 – The fairest. A story told from the point of view of a ball gag


If you could speak clearly, so as to be understood, you would be reciting that fairy tale chant right now:

‘Mirror mirror on the wall who is the fairest of them all?’


Your glistening green eyes, chiselled, symmetrical cheeks and red pouty lips reflect back at you. That look of such self-devotion radiates from you, but also prevents you from seeing the beauty of others: people or objects. 
You barely gave me a glance as you slipped me out of the packaging. You failed to appreciate the smoothness of my rubber sphere, or the quality of my soft leather straps. But from the moment you slipped my hard ball past those kissable lips into your soft mouth there was a power shift. As you struggled to fasten the metal clasp, and needed to readjust my strap to the right length, I was already dominating your mouth. But also you were feeling the first erotic signs as your cock began to increase in size. 


Now, as you look in the mirror at your reflection you are yet to see that I am the source of your arousal. You haven’t yet realised the strength of submission building inside you, or that the erection growing within your shorts is thanks to my power.  My ball grinds your teeth as vibrations pulsate up your body as you jerk your hips forward, grinding yourself on the wood of the counter. More saliva flows from your mouth, and runs from your lips, your cheeks glow red. You want to swallow, but my ball stops you. If anything it feels as if it is growing, filling your mouth, controlling you. You know you can’t speak and instead you groan, embracing the humiliation that my presence is going to bring you. 


You are close to the climax of your arousal now, and know that only then will you acknowledge my supreme power and beauty. At last you free your cock from your shorts and wrap your hand around it. You glance down at the large, throbbing shaft and admire its size with the same appreciation you earlier gave to your face.  After just a few strokes, you are panting for breath, your eyes wide, you look in the mirror again. 


At last you acknowledge my achievement, you embrace your submission and as you come you see where the true beauty lies, in me.

The story above has appeared on the Smut Marathon website, but not here on my blog. I’m actually quite proud of it and so, when I was eliminated in the next round, I wasn’t significantly upset.

Alone time

This week’s Food for thought Friday is about making time for yourself. I am fortunate that I am able to grab some alone time most weeks. It helps that the person I live with absolutely needs time to himself, just as I do.

How often do you make time for yourself?

This depends on what we have going on in a given week. Now I am not working I am able to spend more time doing all the things I love. But there is always a danger that you try to cram too much in. This must be why retired people exclaim that they don’t know how they found time to go to work.

Master and I do most things together. We shop, cook and watch films, go out to concerts and to the cinema. We travel to lovely places, wander through and around churches and galleries. One of the reasons I stopped working as soon as I could was so that I wasn’t constantly running out of annual leave or using up entire precious weekends.

So when we have a quieter week we both take advantage. Master tends to go into his study and until now I would be on the sofa with my lap top, or else reading. But I’ve decided to return to some form of work as well as to step up my blogging pursuits. So last week we went to Ikea and bought a desk and chair for me. We have installed this in a spare bedroom. Next we plan to put in some serious shelving so that my books, which are currently residing in the garage can come into the house.

What do you do to gain the most benefit from your “you time”?

For me (and also for him I think), it is about head space. When you are constantly in the company of others there is no time to just get into your own head. To think. We both also like silence sometimes and when we listen to music we have different tastes. So spending time apart is good.

Sometimes I will go for a walk during ‘my time’. This allows me to get some fresh air and exercise while also taking time to think and reflect.

The time we spend apart enables us to have stuff to talk about when we are together. It also means that we are both mentally refreshed for whatever activity we are planning.

How do you balance the time you devote to yourself and to others? Which do you prioritise? Why?

There was a time when everyone else in my life came first. My husband and son, work, parents. Gradually over the past few years this has changed. Leaving my house in the hands of my ex and his new partner signified a change for me. Then leaving work and of course having surgery last autumn forced changes upon me. I had no choice but to prioritise me and us.

My mum now lives 2 hours away. This means visits are planned and I tend to stay over night with her and travel back the next day. My son was married at Christmas and he and his wife live in the town I moved from. This is about 40 minutes away, so again our time together is more planned than it used to be.

There is a calmness to my life that wasn’t there before. At last there is balance. But I think I deserve the life, and the alone time I get to have for now.

Dominant

It wasn’t until I started to read about Dominance and submission that I realised I needed a dominant. And until I had been dominated in the bedroom I truly know that I am submissive. But I did and I am.

Back in 2012 I tackled the 30 days of submission meme. Day 26 asked what I was looking for in a dominant partner. I wrote this:

 i wanted my dominant to be well dominant. i wanted him to tell, not ask and essentially that is what i got. i wanted him to help me to push the boundaries and that is what i got. 

i wanted more sex, i wanted to try sex in ways i had never tried before, i wanted to submit. i wanted to dress for him, to parade myself for him, i wanted the humiliation and the excitement. i didn’t know i wanted to be restrained, to be spanked, clamped. But i do.

After my first D/s relationship ended, I knew I wanted another dominant partner. But experience told me that I needed someone who took D/s more seriously. Someone who would expect more from me, the submissive than I had previously experienced. That is exactly what I got.

In October 2014 I revisited the question in relation to my new relationship with Master:

Generally I feel His control all of the time. When we are together of course – He makes the decisions, though offers me choices. I don’t even always choose my own food when we eat out, let alone where we go. When I am on my own, I consider what He might think of my choices around the time I make them. Sometimes I consult with Him and He ‘advises’. Here though, I don’t feel it so easily.

What do I need from my Dominant now?

The main difference between then and now is clarity. We both know what our roles are and who is in charge. There is never a day now that I don’t feel his dominance, or for that matter my submission. Living together brought that clarity, but did having a 5 year relationship behind us. We have had great times together, but tough ones too. By giving up my house to live with Master and by leaving work my dependency on him increased. I never thought I would admit this, but I love the feeling of the power he has over me. I like that I am dependent on him in so many ways.

It is truly weird to write these words, since I struggled for so long to be the mistress of my own destiny. To have control over everything around me. I was quite the control freak.

But don’t imagine I am some weak and feeble individual. Indeed those who read my blog regularly know that already. But I don’t need to be in charge and don’t need to make all the decisions any more.

I am not completely compliant, far from it. I am frequently described as bratty. Usually I am pushing the boundaries, checking how far I can go. Of course there are times when I need to take care of him too and temporarily take over. When he is ill or a little drunk, for example. But in the main Master has the last word and I know that, he calls the shots. Usually he asks my opinion, but if he doesn’t then it is generally time to just get on with it.

I have chosen to live with a dominant man and by doing so I have discovered the true extent of my submission.

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Commitment

What to right about for C? The two obvious contenders were control and collar, but I have written about both recently. Then I thought about contract, so I went looking for posts about our contract and found only two. Then it struck me that the key word for today should be commitment. In June 2015 I wrote this:

It would be true to say that all the time she has been seeing Master things have gradually evolved. To begin with, the knowledge that this was likely to be a short term relationship played on this girl’s mind. This meant she tried to be mindful of her place in His life and the place of the person who was His primary slave. No long term plans were made, and this girl did her best to live by the day. The piercings were something she wanted and she paid for, plus they are only as permanent as you wish them to be. While no specific limits were put in place, neither this girl nor Master pushed for anything that suggested a long term commitment.


But now, we both acknowledge that what we have now is different. This girl says that we acknowledge it, but actually it hasn’t been discussed. The fact is that:
There is no other person
We plan our lives around each other
We are increasingly think of each other before anything is planned
Kinky discussions indicate that this girl has given all control to Master and that this is not just about the bedroom


What has changed is that:
This girl is willing to admit now that the piercings belong to Master and always did
Increasingly she wishes to make no decisions other than those relating to her work and her family
She is willing to cut her hair to His requirements and in the future will consider shaving her head
She is willing to open up their relationship in whatever way He sees fit
She wants a tattoo that will signify His ownership
She wants to wear His collar and wear it 24/7
She recognises her status as His 24/7 slave, whether they are together or not
She thinks of herself as this girl, an owned, registered slave
This girl wonders if it is time to review the contract agreed last year and for this girl to agree some new rules?

Reflections on commitment and the post above

At that time I wrote my blog in the third person. Early in the relationship Master ‘suggested’ that if, when we were alone together I did so then it would help me with my submission. To be able to do that I wrote my blog posts in the third person too.

Master gave me, and we agreed, a contract in the summer of 2014. But at the time he was still involved in another M/s relationship. So things felt temporary. That didn’t mean I ignored the rules but I didn’t imagine it would turn into a serious commitment to each other.

By summer 2015 though, things were different. My role as his slave was no longer something that I did at weekends and on holiday. Instead it was who I was (and am) all day every day. It was also when Master presented me with his collar, something I have worn most days since. This symbol of what I meant to him was an important marker for both of us. It signified he had no intention of looking elsewhere (except for play) and that he wanted to take care of me. The collar felt like a safety net, something that freed me from the rest of the world.

By making a commitment to each other in this way we were able to start to plan for a life when we could be together all of the time. But also, as seen in the post above, I declared I was ready to be the slave he wanted. Power and control are important elements of our M/s relationship. That I would modify my body and hair for him was an indicator that I was serious and that I recognised that this is not a game. It is our real life.

Most people don’t know what the collar means. But when they meet us they can see we are a couple and that we are committed to each other. At their peril do people try to come between us since we are something of a force to be reckoned with.

Butt plug

One of the first purchases I made when I started to explore BDSM was a butt plug. This was at the behest of S who in April 2012 I had just started a relationship with. On 29th April of that year I was preparing to visit him and wrote this:

Last night we discussed what i will wear when i visit him later this coming week. For obvious reasons it will not be practical to drive dressed as a maid at 7 in the morning. i guess in the evening you could easily be on the way to a fancy dress party but in the morning, well no. i have a very nice black and white skirt, recently purchased from M&S, which is knee length but which easily rides up when you are sitting. i will be wearing this with a new low cut white top. Underneath will be no underwear except for stockings and suspenders. The stockings will be fish net. i will be driving with my skirt around my waist and i will be wearing a butt plug. i will stop at a service area and use a dildo to make myself cum while talking to Sir on the phone. These are his instructions and I will comply with them.

My excitement at taking instructions and doing something so risqué was obvious. The relationship was just under a month old and I was embracing it with the enthusiasm of a teenager. On heat.

Anal sex was a large part of what we did together. It was a new experience and something I discovered I enjoyed. It felt forbidden and dangerous, but it was also a huge turn on.

Wearing a butt plug now

The first time my now Master and I played he inserted a plug into me as part of the events. A week or two later and he also had possessed me. Soon after he bought me a small n-joy butt plug, followed soon after by a much larger one. I wore them frequently when we lived apart.

Once the bulb of the plug has passed through the anal sphincter there is no pain. But it is something that you know is there, inside you. As you move around, so the pressure changes slightly. I find that I am almost constantly aroused. The presence of the plug inside me is something I can focus on if I want or need to. When stressed or upset for example. During the early days of our relationship, especially during difficult times with Master’s other slave, I used a butt plug to help focus me. Sometimes at Master’s request, but other times it was my decision. Its presence also helps achieve great organisms through clitical stimulation.

In recent times I have worn my butt plugs less frequently. As life became busy and I focused on other things. Perhaps because we were out so much at weekends. But now we are trying to refocus on anal sex and my wearing of the plug. The requirement is for me to wear it on Tuesdays and Thursdays. To be honest, I think I would be happy to try more days, since I am finding it a pleasant addition to my usual routine. It really is helping me to focus on the feelings it gives me. To think about my submission when I do other things. This morning we had anal sex for the first time in ages and I think this might become a more common occurrence.