It’s honestly way too hot for clothes right now… like, truly unbearable. The kind of heat where even sitting still feels sweaty, and wearing anything more than the bare minimum feels like a punishment. And no, not the good kind of punishment 😅
We had a couple of friends visiting over the weekend, which is why it’s been a little quiet on here. It was lovely, but also a bit strange being in more “normal” company for a few days. Less protocol, less obedience, less nudity… and I noticed how much I missed it. When you’re used to living inside a 24/7 dynamic like I do, stepping out of it — even temporarily — feels a bit like holding your breath.
Now that they’re gone, I can finally exhale again. Strip down. Kneel. Return to the rhythm that keeps me grounded. And yes… melt a little in the process, because damn, it’s hot.
But that’s kind of the funny thing about this lifestyle — even heat like this becomes a part of it. No clothes? Good. Sweaty skin? Kind of perfect. The discomfort? Part of the surrender. I might be dripping, flushed, panting from the temperature… but if I’m doing it while naked, kneeling, and owned? Then I’m home.
We’re back on track now! And I’ve got a lot of submission to catch up on 🖤
Published: July 2nd 2025, 5:39:10 pm
It’s honestly way too hot for clothes right now… like, truly unbearable. The kind of heat where even sitting still feels sweaty, and wearing anything more than the bare minimum feels like a punishment. And no, not the good kind of punishment 😅
We had a couple of friends visiting over the weekend, which is why it’s been a little quiet on here. It was lovely, but also a bit strange being in more “normal” company for a few days. Less protocol, less obedience, less nudity… and I noticed how much I missed it. When you’re used to living inside a 24/7 dynamic like I do, stepping out of it — even temporarily — feels a bit like holding your breath.
Now that they’re gone, I can finally exhale again. Strip down. Kneel. Return to the rhythm that keeps me grounded. And yes… melt a little in the process, because damn, it’s hot.
But that’s kind of the funny thing about this lifestyle — even heat like this becomes a part of it. No clothes? Good. Sweaty skin? Kind of perfect. The discomfort? Part of the surrender. I might be dripping, flushed, panting from the temperature… but if I’m doing it while naked, kneeling, and owned? Then I’m home.
We’re back on track now! And I’ve got a lot of submission to catch up on 🖤