He’s taken these first three days of the week as vacation time, but will be going back to work tomorrow and Friday. Then he’ll have the weekend with me, before I return home Sunday night.

Each day he’s planned some sort of excursion. Monday it was a drive into the mountains and a makeshift picnic lunch. Tuesday he took me a tour-visit of several construction sites he manages. I know it was to show me off — “this is the girl I’m doing this week” — but I didn’t mind. Today, Wednesday, he’s planning a drive west to Palisades, home of the famous Palisades peaches, although this has been a disaster year for the crop. Still, I’m sure we’ll find some peach jam.

These things are faintly romantic, although I’m sure he doesn’t intend them that way, just as variations and respites from his sexual times with me. Apparently, even he needs time to replenish, though it never seems so.

Ours is a kind of physical, not emotional, magnetism. We sit on a blanket eating bought sandwiches, yet even in this time-out, we are drawn to each other. Our sitting distance is just three feet apart, yet it takes energy and willpower not to jump the space between and snap together like horseshoe magnets mating.

Some might say I doth protest too much about it not being romantic with him, but that’s not what this is, nor what he wants, and probably not what I want, although I admit I get confused about that sometimes.

This is a matter of carnal memory. He remembers my breasts in his hands and I remember his cock in my pussy. When we wrap our flesh around the other’s flesh, we mold to that. When we disentangle and leave our sex, the carnal memory keeps us in that shape and feeling for awhile: our bodies remember and assume the other’s flesh present. And so I still feel him inside me — his thickness and ooze — as I go about life.

So these day excursions are sugared with sex, not literal but remembered.

When he took me to his construction sites and showed me off, I stood there in my skater skirt and thin sleeveless top staring into the sun and the eyes of a half dozen construction workers. I was introduced to them one by one, my body still pulsing in the memory of Kevin inside me from just earlier. I felt freshly fucked, which I was, and which the workers no doubt could tell from my blush and burn.

Today he will drive us to Palisades in his truck, through mountains and valleys and Colorado hinterland. He will have to keep his hands on the wheel, but likely he will remember this morning when his hands were free to roam. And I, underneath my thin white summer dress, will certainly feel the traces of his fingers exploring parts of my wilderness.

shae: a synopsis

Periodically I write an overview of my life for the benefit of new followers.

About me
My name is Shae Madigan. I’m a deeply submissive woman living in a slavery relationship to a dominant man (Master K) and dominant woman (Mistress Amanda). My slavery is 24/7. I live with them in their home in Colorado.

I’m 34 years old. I stand five-eight, weigh 130 pounds. I have big boobs and long red hair and a fair, freckled complexion.

I love to write, both my daily accounts as well as fiction and sometimes poetry. I read voraciously and am part of a book club. I have interests in the arts, and enjoy art museums and galleries.

I am a certified klutz, sometimes tripping over my own feet, dropping plates, knocking over lamps. I am not a good cook, by any stretch. I know nothing about sports (although, for some reason, it turns me on to hear men talk sports among themselves).

On the other hand, I have skills in bartending and can mix a good drink. I do great laundry. I like to scrub floors. And some say I’m a decent slave.

My blog
This blog is an account of my experiences, thoughts, and feelings as a sex slave.

My sexuality
I believe I have been submissive all my life, I was born this way, and submissiveness is part of my sexual orientation. I consider myself bisexual, though much of what I respond to sexually is dominance, whether coming from a man or a woman.

My journey
I have come to my own truth rather late in life. I was oblivious to my submissive nature until I was 26 when I read Anne Rice’s Sleeping Beauty trilogy and was captivated, pun intended. It described the desires and sexuality that were hidden within me. I entered a BDSM club for the first time when I was 27. Clubs never became a big thing for me, but they opened my eyes to D/s being played out physically and sexually in real life. And I was already 30 when I began to consider the radical idea of living a life in total submission.

I have been a 24/7 slave now for more than three years.

Earlier I was slave to a Master Michael, who was also the person who introduced me to lifestyle slavery and trained me in basic skills.

Mistress Amanda and Master K acquired me in February of this year. They are not married and not actually a couple in any romantic sense. Both are extreme dominants, and they share interest in the D/s lifestyle. It’s convenient for them to own and share me together.

These days, my primary relationship is with Mistress Amanda. She manages my slavery. I am submissive to her, of course, serving her physically and sexually, but we are also involved with each other at other levels emotional and personal.

Master K’s dominance of me is primary sexual — he uses my body for his needs, pretty much on a daily basis.

In my blog postings I try to convey the experience of my slavery as it happens. I think the psychology of submission is fascinating and it is as much a part of the sexual dynamic of slavery as sex itself is.

My blog is read by a number of people I know in real life, some of them colleagues of Amanda’s at her work, where I have occasionally worked as well. It is part of my slavery to be open and honest and exposed to others.

Thank you for watching and following me. As always I welcome questions and ideas for me writing this blog.

what I am

I have been blessed with more people following and watching my blog. Thank you. Many likely have not gone back to my beginning posts in which I described what I am and the life I’m in. Those jumping in now may be confused. I’ll try to summarize here, but do go back to my early posts to learn more…

So, my name is Shae Maura Madigan. I’m thirty-four years old. I’m five-seven-something and 130 pounds. I have a degree in humanities. I have a passion for writing. I once had a career in real estate. I grew up in Pennsylvania. I now live in Colorado.

I am “a submissive.” Which is not about having a submissive personality. It is about being driven by and being crazy responsive to things and people and experiences that control and dominate me. In fact, I consider being “a submissive” to be my sexual orientation, as this is a sexual reality for me, what I, apparently, am wired with. I think most people have slight inclinations or tendencies toward dominance or submission. For me it is far more extreme, not a tendency, but an absolute foundational need.

(I realize there’s much in that last paragraph that begs questions, answers, and further explanations. Which is in some sense, the purpose of my blog — to try to articulat emy life. For now, the is the truth of me as best I can summarize it.)

For much of my life I had not understood my extreme submissive nature. I was never really happy or satisfied, but I never knew why.  In my twenties, I had more evidence that I was what I am, but denied it to myself and others.

Finally, about five years ago I began to explore it seriously. Like some people, I first experimentied in D/s and BDSM. And those experiences were extraordinarily powerful and revealing in unexpected ways. I wanted “more” and “deeper.” Those experiences were just play. I wanted it to be real.

Through a set of circumstances I got connected to a community of D/s advocates who espouse and arrange safe, responsible, consensual lifestyle arrangements for serious doms and subs. This was literal slavery.

Three years ago, I made the decision to leave my real estate career and enter full-time submissive life. I officially entered 24/7 slavery in early 2017 and began serving a dominant man, Master Michael. Many of my earlier posts are about my experiences under him.

In early February this year, I was sold to a dominant couple, Mistress Amanda and Master K, who are also a part of the same community of D/s people. I serve them now, 24/7.

I write about my slave life openly and I am given freedom to write without restriction. I try as best I can to capture my own feelings and submissive needs and desires. I write because I love to write, but also because I want people to know what I am.