About
My name is Tess. I’m a 41 year old wife, mother, daughter, sister- and I’ve been a consensual BDSM slave to my Owner since 2004. I’m a housewifecunt, a servant of both the domestic and sexual variety. Both my daily and long term goal consists of one thing: Please my Owner. Exactly how to please him changes depending on his desires at the time. Some days I succeed; some days I do not.
My husband and Owner is 45 years old. I call him Master, Sir, Owner, and sometimes I call him Fucker or Asshole, among other various terms of endearment. You can call him Scott. ;)
He’s a sadist; a dominant; a control freak; a micromanager. I’m happiest when he holds me tight to high expectations, and keeps a heavy hand upon my performance.
He’s also gentle, caring, loving, and spoils me rotten. I often say he possesses a perfect blend of romantic sadism. He’s just enough of a hard-ass to trigger my masochistic desires, and just enough of a lover to make me feel treasured.
We’ve been married since Oct. 2006, and lived together for two years prior to that. We first “met” in a bdsm-themed internet chat room, probably a year or two (maybe even three!) before actually meeting face to face. Our entire relationship has always been based upon a Master/slave dynamic. We’ve never related to each other on an equal basis, and subsequent attempts to do so have failed miserably. We are who and what we are to our very core.
I have 3 kids (almost all grown) from my first marriage, and one granddaughter. The absolute only area of conflict that I ever have with Master’s rule is over parent-related issues. If you read here for long, you’ll see evidence of that sooner or later. I’m overly sensitive, a hot head, and will raise up like a cornered Momma-bear, sometimes when it isn’t even called for.
We live and love; fight and make up; advance and backtrack; passionately, with fire and feeling. Everything we do, we do with purpose. Somehow, we always come out stronger. Underneath everything is determination to succeed, and a deep, abiding love for one another.
We are two halves of a whole.
In this blog, I write about everything from my kids to my cooking attempts; bdsm and sex; my family, my yard, gardening, my pets. I’m often snarky and sarcastic, sometimes I’m serious and gaze a lot at my navel. But always I’m honest and open, maybe too much so. I find that writing helps me process the more difficult aspects of becoming his. Blogging has been almost as much of an adventure as slavery.
I’ve used the internet moniker of ‘kaya’ (no reference to pot!) for about ten years. As my online and in-person friends have mingled, I’ve found that I answer to both names now, and use them interchangeably. Master’s chosen nick for me is cunt, and I’ve long since lost any sense of inappropriateness surrounding the word. I also answer to that as nonchalantly as I do to my birth name.
Welcome. :)
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Sunday April 17th, 2011 1:12pm
Tess, I hope your ever-loving husband, gives you ‘six or more of the very best strokes of a pliable stinging cane on that bare bottom of yours, when you truly are in need of it.
You describe your relationship beautifully.
Beautifully written.
<3