Once you have been around kink for a while you find that there are two kinds of play that can happen in general. The first between a Top and a bottom having a scene. It’s not a relationship but just something fun for them both. No D/s, just an experience. We all do this one for sure. Then you discover play within a D/s or M/s dynamic and things can change for you. My Mistress is a sadist and she also thought of herself as masochist in her past. I am a masochist and these two things go together very well. At some point, you have to ask yourself why you do this? Why do I love to take pain for her? The easy answer is that she is my Mistress and this is what she wants. I don’t necessarily agree with that thinking. I believe that you have to want to take that pain. I also think that it has to be about more than just the pain. It’s the connection and more so for me my desire to suffer for her.
This writing was inspired by a photo that I saw on FetLife. A sub showed a picture of a coffee pot and two coffees. The caption started off by saying that “this will be unpopular to the masses”. One of the things that this sub does is serve her partner coffee when requested. When did kink get so silly that we have to label a service that we do as unpopular because you think it’s not what the masses would like? That is so sad to me. My Mistress loves coffee and I serve her coffee from my knees on the regular. I also negotiated that if we ever add another submissive to our dynamic that serving coffee is mine. It’s that important to me and us. I could care less about what other people think of it because it’s very important to us.
I have had my share of M/s (Mistress/slave) relationships in my life. A few of them were live-in situations that ended after a period of time. I have always wondered what happened in those cases. I know that at that time of my life I hadn’t fully admitted who I was and I think I held some things back. Also, I feel like my Mistress did too. An M/s relationship is multi-layered and not easy. It takes a great deal of communication and a full commitment on both sides. There’s nothing worse than a rule being made and then broken and the Mistress doesn’t follow through to correct it. The same could be said for the slave. It’s my responsibility to follow the rules set out for me that were agreed upon.
I have spent many years exploring my kinks. At first, I didn’t want to include sex in my play but over the years it has become more and more important. Somewhere along the line, I began to love pain as pleasure too. All of this has now become entwined in who I am now. Ultimately I am a submissive slave who loves to serve. Now I serve my Mistress and my place is at her side. I had always thought that once I transitioned that I would end up with a male to serve. Boy was I wrong. I’ve never had a connection that was stronger with anyone in my life. We are as one and I couldn’t be happier. We both love men so we agreed early on to include them in our lives. However, we are committed to each other and have lots of fun without them too.
As a kinky trans woman, I have always had the fantasy of being cucked by a woman. It started when I was in my male body and now as a woman, I have the same fantasy. I have found that over the years that I get great enjoyment from watching others have sex but more importantly I get joy and turned on by watching those that I care for and love having sex. This is the account of my first cuckquean experience.
Everything in life is labeled in some way. It starts from the moment of our birth. We are automatically labeled as male or female. We celebrate this with gender reveals and pinks and blues. It’s the way that we were taught and that’s the way most of us think that the world is. It’s true because that’s what the world does. From the second that we are born, we are put into a box and we are expected to stay in that box. But for some of us, we discover that those labels are uncomfortable. We go on with our lives and we continue to function in that box and even confirm that box. But there is more to us. We are scared to scribble outside of the lines. We are taught to care about what other people think so we come to the conclusion that we are stuck in that box.