Every so often I feel I need to re-introduce myself to readers. New followers jump into my blog mid-stream, not knowing the context of who I am and the life I am in.
I hope this helps.
My real name is Shae Madigan, and yes, I’m of Irish descent and have the stereotypical red hair and freckles. I’m in my mid-thirties (getting a little hard to admit to that these days). I identify as bisexual and submissive, which requires a lot of unpacking to understand — the submissive part, not the bisexual part.
You see, I believe submissiveness is not a personality trait but a sexual orientation. It is part of my sexuality and compels what and whom I am attracted to.
As a result have chosen a life of Dominant/submissive (D/s) slavery. This is a lifestyle in which people agree to be in an alternative relationship with each other, in which one controls completely and the other submits completely, often to extremes.
I have lived in full-time D/s slavery for more than six years.
Currently I am owned by a woman, Amanda, whom I live with and serve 24/7. I’ve been her slave for three years now.
I am a writer by training, education, and vocation. A college grad, I have a degree in literature, which doesn’t mean much, and a focus in creative writing, which means little more.
I document my slave life in this blog. I started this blog some four years ago (two years into my first slavery) and have posted nearly a thousand entries. (Navigating to many of those early posts is a challenge — so sorry, and I’m working on that…)
I like to think that I somewhat effectively communicate not just what is done to me as a slave, but the experience of it, and the psychological and emotional journey of living the slave life.
I should mention that some of my entries are quite explicit. Be duly warned: I write frankly about my sexual life and sexual themes.
It took me most of my twenties to discover my submissiveness and the degree of my submissive need. I had grown up in a conservative religious home and church, which repressed me in various ways from knowing and accepting myself. That’s a frequent theme of this blog.
Before giving myself to the slave life, in my twenties I worked in real estate. It was an ill fit for me, but I managed to start my own agency and got a taste of the business world. (As it’s happened, many of the dominant people in my life are executives in business.)
Through my real estate work, I met a man named Michael who became (well, two years later) the first man to own me. I don’t mean “own” in the romantic sense, but literally, as his submissive and slave.
After my years serving him, I became the property of Mistress Amanda and her (then) partner Kevin.
Later, Amanda and Kevin split and Mistress and I moved to the Denver area, where we live now.
Mistress Amanda now shares me with another dominant man, Master McKenna.
This has been the sequence of my slave life for the past six years.
There are different kinds of D/s slaves — service slaves, kitchen slaves, professional slaves, display slaves, sex slaves, and many others. In most D/s slavery a submissive serves in an assortment of all of the above. Some D/s slaveries are not sexual at all. Some specialize in one or another “slave type.”
In my case, I have been designated and made into a sex slave. Which doesn’t mean I’m so good at it, just that I am used that way.
Being a sex slave is a life of sexual objectification. In this life, that reality isn’t offensive, just the common way of being seen and talked about in the lifestyle. I live in it and accept it.
Not that it matters: I am five-seven, 135 pounds. Pale skin, freckles, as I’ve said, with long, over-my-shoulders red hair. I have by some accounts “really good breasts” (sizable, natural, and roundish), too-narrow hips, and a slightly flattish rear end. I am shaved just about everywhere that hurts, and I have been given pierced nipples but no tattoos.
So now you know what gets objectified.
As a writer, I love words. I like playing with words. I enjoy being clever and humorous with words.
My dominant owners generally enjoy my humorous word-play, but sometimes it leads me to slips of sarcasm and servings of Irish sass. My mouth gets me in trouble (oh, in so many ways!).
I am curious about people and the world, enjoy the arts, and am interested in a lot of subjects. (I know that sounds like a yearbook entry.)
I generally have an upbeat, positive demeanor — although recently have dealt with some depression (see below). I am usually a happy girl in my life of slavery, although the life is often difficult (again, see below).
I also have moments of smoldering temper, not attractive in a woman who’s supposed to be submissive. However, it does give my owners opportunity to discipline me. Also, I have an inquisitive mind, ideas, opinions, and am prone to express them, sometimes brashly. My dominants usually allow me room for that, often giving me just enough leash to hang myself.
My father died when he was too young and I was just twenty-two. His death devastated me. But it also released me, in a way, to find myself.
Over the past year, my mother has had some health issues affecting her mental capacity. I have spent quite a bit of time with her in Pennsylvania. My mistress, Amanda, continues our lifestyle long-distance, and has visited PA frequently over the past months. Likewise, I have returned to Colorado at times.
This is my current situation, and it has been difficult. I have struggled with depression.
But there is some hope — an arrangement for my mother’s care. This possibility is playing out as I write this.
The slave life is difficult. Many sensibly wonder why a woman like me would choose this.
I know what I am deep down — submissive and needing dominance. Being in the life is deeply satisfying at that primal level, yet deeply hard. Mostly because I know very few people understand it.
This blog is my attempt to be understood.
5 thoughts on “introducing myself, again”
Just curious: who decided to pierce your nipples?
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Sir, it was Amanda. Several years ago. I posted about it… here: https://slaveshae.wordpress.com/2019/10/07/piercings/
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Wow, you are so incredibly honest with yourself. Thanks so much for sharing who you are and what your life is like. 🙂
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Thank you… It’s not easy sometimes — much of the time — but I try. I also think it’s necessary for me — I need people to know.
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I really enjoyed this entry, Shae. As a rather recent follower, I think I am up to speed on all of this, but I don’t think I’ve read an introductory entry like this before. My favorite line: “This blog is my attempt to be understood.” I think most everyone would like to feel understood. That must be hard to achieve when you live an alternate lifestyle.