Good For The Soul

Confession is good for the soul, they say. They might be right.

Last night, I confessed to Him that I had ignored most of the rules in place to help me lose weight. I ate forbidden foods, I neglected my workouts, I stopped trying. Thankfully, it was an email confession (there’s never time to talk anymore) so I didn’t have to hear His disappointment but I still felt horrible about it.

I apologized and told Him I accepted whatever punishment He deemed appropriate.

And I woke up this morning feeling wonderful. I daydreamed about sucking His cock, swallowing His cum, and cleaning Him with my tongue. I shared my daydream with Him – something I haven’t done in a while.

As I went about my day, I followed the rules effortlessly. I emailed Him after I ate. I ate the right things. I worked out. I felt free and clean.

I might not feel so blissful when I find out what my punishment will be, but I know that once it’s done, I will feel even lighter than before.

Confession is a wonderful thing.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


  • Confessing is the hard part. Bravo for doing it!! As I have mentioned in my own blog, Sir is requiring me to get my body in shape which included weight loss as well. It is not easy at all, but each time I am tempted I think of Sir, I envision the pleasure he will get from my body when it’s where he desires, that is enough for me to pass the cupcake by. And when I exercise, and I hate exercising, I consider it another way I can suffer for Sir, and suffering for him makes him happy, and Sir being happy makes me happy. All in all, I am down 50 pounds, I still have a bit more to go. Every day it’s work, it does get easier though, especially when I see Sir and he tells me I’m looking good. You can do it, it’s all mind over matter! 🙂

    • Wow, 50 lbs is AWESOME!

      The worst part is that I asked Him to take charge of this part of my life, and I felt like I was letting Him down…taking Him for granted…I still haven’t heard what my punishment will be, but I feel so much better…and following the rules today made me feel closer to Him…

  • You too, huh? You know what is the suckiest part about it…I was enjoying working out. Why can’t I do such a simple thing for myself? Why do I have to be ordered into doing something that I enjoy and I was excelling at? That is the part that bugs me the most. It makes me feel childish and incapable of stepping up and being a woman. I want to make him proud…why can’t I want to make myself proud? I didn’t miss a day when he was “making” me do it. It became something I turned to when I was stressed out to make me feel better. Now my back hurts again because I haven’t even been stretching.

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