“One Thing” Since I was a child, I remember living in deep daydreams. I would take myself off to bed early every night so that I could lie in the dark and spend hours envisioning different lives for myself, different versions of who I would be when I grew up. I never wanted to be one thing . I would take any chance I could get to spend time alone and work on these “visions”. On school trips I would ask to sit by myself so I could have extra time to close my eyes and explore m

I've been journaling a lot lately, first thing in the morning, a quick stream of consciousness. I keep coming back to a particular fantasy; a vision of my future. I see it so clearly now that I thought I’d share it here. Not a date this time, but a dream life… PART 1 (MORNING) I wake up early, to the sound of absolute silence. The first sound I hear is the little antique bell I ring to let her know I’m ready. My favourite sissy maid comes into my room with my morning coffee.

At the desk in his home office, he tries to concentrate, but every time he blinks, he's transported back to that night. Her wide eyes and giggling mouth looking down on him, his whole body frozen in place as he watches, with horror and joy, as she releases some of her precious shit into his mouth. "Her precious shit!" he says out loud. "What am I talking about?!" Before that night he would have been disgusted, and now his cock gets hard at the thought of her dirty arsehole. T

As a pro-domme and unapologetic lifestyle pervert, I spend a lot of time in my own head, daydreaming about scenes: ones I’ve lived, ones I long to explore, and the kinds of wild fantasies I’d create if nothing were off-limits. I’ve decided it’s time to start sharing some of those dreams, with the hope of bringing them to life in my work, and maybe sparking a little inspiration along the way. The Perfect Toilet I see him waiting for me outside the romantic little tapas restaur