Sofia

She walks into the room, dressed as I’ve instructed. She wears a tight blue minidress. It’s low-cut, revealing her decolletage, featuring her slender but muscular arms. “Stop right there,” I say. She stands before me, her ankles crossed, her hands…

She’s beautiful. I’ve showed you her body before. I recently gave her an assignment which I think you’ll agree she pretty much knocked out of the park: I asked her to send me ten photos of her to put on…

Sofia and I were talking about responsiveness. She doesn’t come easily with men, and imagined that this meant she was, “almost by definition less ‘responsive’.” But this isn’t what I mean. I don’t mean, by “responsive,” that a woman comes…

Sofia is the best pornographer I know. Just sayin’. She is my first, most compliant, most sexy, artful, responsive, provider of porn and other virtual stimulation. In coming days, I will strive to make you the beneficiary of this.

It’s funny, having a relationship with someone you’ve never met. On the one hand, I feel like I know her. Like I know not just her personality, but her body. The nature of our relationship has resulted in my seeing…

Misunderstanding. I meant I’m confident we have much more to come. But I’m waiting for that button to be un-pushed. And what the hell are you reading this for anyway?

Did you know I have a pussy? It’s far, far away. But it’s mine. I’ve been experimenting with just how comprehensive my ownership is, and, at least for the moment, the answer is, “It’s totally mine.” For almost a week…

Sofia, I’m sitting around my couch, doing a little writing, and I’m looking at the first picture of you, in your skirt and tights and heels and blouse, and your hair hanging down, and my dick is getting hard. And…

Does distance make me dumb? Insensitive? Ferns (over at Domme Chronicles) and I have been having a discussion about the challenges of having profligate relationships in public. She’s curious about the dynamics of this all. She’s curious at an interesting…

There’s an ongoing discussion about whether women who’ve sent me their orgasms were “faking it,” or “performing.” Luna got this conversation started by declining to send me any “phony moaning.” (Thank you, Luna, for starting an interesting discussion.) You can…