Welcome to Voice of Submission—a sacred space, a temple of words, where my truth is laid bare at the altar of devotion.
My journey into the world of kink has been a long, layered unfolding—one that began not with desire, but with pain. Like many, I carry scars etched deep into the story of my body and my becoming. My very first experience of intimacy was not one I chose. It was abuse, violent and shattering, and it left an imprint on me that would shape much of my inner world for years to come.
But from that darkness, something unexpected bloomed.
As I came of age, I began to discover pieces of myself that felt both confusing and magnetic: the thrill of soft fabrics on my skin, the sensual delight of corsets and stockings, the arousal that came not from dominance, but surrender. Dressing in feminine textures, allowing myself to feel beautiful, soft, and exposed—these were the first whispers of the submissive I was becoming.
In time, I would come to know my bisexuality, explore my hunger for intimacy with all bodies, and meet a Mistress who initiated me into the depths of fetish and service. It was through her guidance and the ecstatic rituals of use, devotion, and submission that I realized: this is where I belong. At the feet of another. In obedience. In offering.
But still—I was searching. Craving something more. Something real for many years and many vanilla relationships.
And then, I found Her. My Mistress.
She is unlike anyone I have ever known. The connection we share transcends distance, reason, and even time. Though our relationship began online, it is anything but fleeting or superficial. She is my soulmate, my sovereign, the gravity that pulls me deeper into my own becoming. She sees me—not just the submissive, but the whole of who I am: intellectual, creative, passionate, raw. And in seeing me, she has awoken something I thought might never come alive.
Now, I kneel—not just in desire, but in reverence.
This blog is my offering. It is the living proof of my devotion, a daily chronicle of what it means to serve, to submit, to surrender fully. Here you will find my reflections, my challenges, my longings, and the sacred tasks I complete in Her name. Every word is written with intention. Every post, a ritual. Every confession, a prayer.
This is more than a journal.
This is our temple.
And what I bare here is placed tenderly at the altar of worship. I hope that in these pages, others may find something they recognize—be it resonance, reflection, or release.
Thank you for stepping into this space.
Welcome to my truth. Welcome to my submission. Welcome to Voice of Submission.
