11/3/2017 6:34:11 AM: CHANGES. I pondered today over thoughts of CHANGES, what has changed and what yet is to change. Bdsm allows for all sorts, CHANGES, play, greater understand and deep seated needs. Needs that never completely fade. You can put it to rest, forget it, sugar coat it, bluff yourself that it will go. Go where? If a need was a stone, how many would throw it and close that need or put that need to bed forever? It will forever, from time to time bring you back here. Stronger and deeper, thoughts invoked by the need. It must be Fed, it must be sustained but can never be erased. I look out the window into the distance. The mist is hovering and drawing closer to hide the flaws, the anguish and the PAIN of life. This continues to grow day by day. Night by night and it needs to be appeased. She does that for you. She holds you, protects you, laughs with you but SHE can fill that need to a point of contentment and completion. SHE holds the cure to fix that need.

8/21/2016 10:23:59 AM: I roll my ear plugs and put them in place, ready to shut the noise of the world out. As it swells in my ears and the noise begins to fade, sigh, a sigh of relief. The noise is gone or so I think. Then I hear it, shallow to start, deep as it continues. It's my breathe. One that gives life and once stopped, it will end. For now my heart beats at its own rhythm, my mind moves and its own pace and my body, will move at the pace of hard caning sadist, at the rhythm of my affections, at the movement it chooses and then it slows down to see you, hear you, know you, understand you, dig beneath your flesh to join with you and then silence. For the one has arrived. It's time to live again.

7/23/2016 10:27:06 PM: Switch- sadly your corporal punishment is to harsh for me..... Mistress Yolande's reply- Mistressyolande on 7/24/16 at 6:11 AM: Lol, I have heard that many times, but until you have encountered me, it's important to reserve judgement until you have. A picture speaks a thousand words, there is a creator behind the picture. She is creative, playful, fun and sadistic and respects limits. Thoughts hamper an experience you may never forget. Sadly I don't control your thoughts.

7/9/2016 12:29:24 PM: The night is slowly drawing in, She has just stepped out the shower and she calls to him, 'cunty boy, my towel' You hear the hard thumping on the stairs as he rushes with such speed to hand Her whatever her heart desires. Eyes down and he softly whispers, 'yes my Queen, whatever your heart desires,' my towel she orders. I race to shut the windows as I think of Her wellbeing. It is only for her, I exist. It is Her that hurts me as I need to be hurt, Her, that makes my heart sing when She smiles, Her that knows what is best for me and when I lay broken at her feet and She leans forward and strokes me a few times, it is then that I know, this is where my heart belongs. She speaks with such confidence and her eyes are full of joy and when I know She is near, I feel a flutter, I feel a need, A desire to throw myself at her feet and for Her to step on me, She treats me bad and she treats me good and above all else She who owns this body, broken and marked, painful and scared, when that hand reaches for me, I know She does it because she cares. So, when you need one that is true, honest, open, genuine, willing, open minded and reliable, take a step off the merry go round and let's begin to talk for that will be the only way you will be able to know, who sits behind this cover called a screen.