Thermal Fun with a Twist Today’s plans took an unexpected tu..

Thermal Fun with a Twist

Today’s plans took an unexpected turn. Originally, we were supposed to meet up with our co-top and dear friend Mr. D for a long, intense session—a session I was very much looking forward to. But unfortunately, he couldn’t make it, so we had to switch things up. A little frustrating? Absolutely. But in a dynamic like ours, adaptability is key.

So instead, my Master decided we’d turn the day into some well-deserved couple’s quality time at the thermal spa—which, as many of our longtime subscribers know, is one of our favorite ways to unwind. But, of course, “relaxation” in a M/s Total Power Exchange dynamic comes with its own special rules and challenges. This slave doesn’t just get to lounge around like any other woman. No, even in the most luxurious, peaceful settings, my body still belongs to him.

I was instructed to wear a tiny micro bikini—one that barely covered anything, really. The kind that would make anyone who saw it do a double take. The moment I slipped it on, I already felt that familiar sense of exposure, of being displayed exactly how my Master likes me. And that was just the beginning. He added a vibe for my pussy and a plug for my ass, this one featuring my engraved metal name tag—because even in public, my submission is never in question.

Walking into the spa like that, I felt everything. The contrast of warm, soothing water and the ever-present fullness of my plug. The weight of my name tag pressing against me as a constant reminder of ownership. The teasing buzz of the toy, unpredictable and entirely in his control. And, of course, the looks. Men stared. Some tried to be subtle, stealing glances when they thought I wasn’t looking. Others were more obvious, their eyes raking over my exposed skin, pausing at the metal tag peeking out just enough to make them wonder.

And my Master? He enjoyed every second of it. The way his possession of me was on full display, how he could see the effect it had on others. And I felt it too—every stolen glance, every tiny moment of public humiliation, every smirk from my Owner as he turned up the vibe at just the right moment.

It’s a strange, wonderful contradiction—being taken to a place meant for relaxation but never truly being at ease. Because when you live in full submission, every moment is an act of servitude. Even at the spa. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. 😏🔥