I am hers to use however she pleases and she expects nothing less than absolute obedience. I don’t pay Lady Alice a fee, though I might pay for a service she needs such as a pedicure. These payments are “tributes”, tokens of respect and devotion.
I am 43 and use a wheelchair because I have cerebral palsy. I live with my elderly parents; they cut up my food and wash me. Lady Alice is a precious secret.
I never felt in control and hated my body. I had sexual impulses, but because I have ornamental hips that I can’t thrust and erectile dysfunction, I’m not equipped for sex in the conventional sense. I had a “friend with benefits” 20 years ago.
We had two – admittedly fun – meetings that unfortunately lacked any real penetration. In our sessions she makes me feel like there’s nothing wrong with me, as though I was simply born to kneel and be her “stress toy”. I need help cutting up food due to limited control over my fingers, but I am able to crawl and get down on my knees for Lady Alice.
Most of our sessions happen online, but recently, I flew over 400 miles to kneel at Lady Alice’s feet. My father took me on the journey because I can’t travel alone, but he didn’t know who I was meeting. He thought he was dropping me off at a friend’s house.
The setting for my ordeal wasn’t a dark, oppressive dungeon filled with chains, but a light and comfortable living room. Many might wonder why I’d want to be dominated when I must already experience enough pain and humiliation being disabled. But when I’m in a session, I don’t feel disabled.
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