I just wanted to share a post here about my amazing friend, Queen Sarah, and I want to make sure I leave absolutely zero doubt in anyone's mind that I am her bitch ... and damn proud of it!
I first met Queen Sarah way back in May 2007. She was working at the South Charlotte Hooters in North Carolina. That's her on the right in this picture. Gorgeous, am I right? And she was more excited when I walked into the restaurant dressed in this pink French maid uniform than I think anybody else has ever been to see me in my life. She literally jumped up and down like she couldn't contain her excitement, and it made me feel so incredibly welcome.
I took pictures with she and her coworkers, and we had a really fun time. But this was still pretty early in my whole journey as Shawna the Maid, and I didn't really realize yet just how much this all resonated with me. But I knew Queen Sarah was a special person, and I was so very happy when she wanted to stay in touch. And as I came to better understand just what a little humiliation slut I really am, Queen Sarah made it clear that she was not ever going to be shy about declaring to the world that I'm her bitch!
Not gonna lie ... it's exciting looking back all these years later and realizing just how true her message was ... and how all these years later, it would be truer still.
Queen Sarah delighted in letting the world know that I was her bitch ... and in making sure I would never forget it. More than 15 years since we met, I still really love these early sign pictures she took to make sure I knew my place.
So much has happened in each of our lives in all those years -- so much personal growth and, if I'm honest, so much more understanding of just what a little bitch I really am. And I'm so beyond blessed that we've remained friends.
This was us getting together on the rare occasion when I was not "in uniform," and it's one of my favorite pictures because we were in a crowded place, and only the two of us really knew that I was her bitch ... yet it was still powerfully exciting because we knew it to be true.
Through the years, Queen Sarah has given me little assignments from time to time to take sign pictures for her. Or, sometimes I've just done so because I thought she might be amused and surprised -- like when I took this picture to celebrate her birthday. And Queen Sarah returned the favor by surprising me and making this her Facebook cover photo ... and leaving it up for everyone to see for years!
When she competed in an Inked Magazine contest, she had me create fun, yet humiliating (for me!), sign pictures like this one. She made me post them to my own Facebook, Instagram and Twitter accounts. And she shared them very publicly to help engage more people in the campaign to vote for her.
I'm not sure how successful the pictures were in helping to attract votes for Queen Sarah, but they certainly were successful at assuring me a very healthy amount of public humiliation! Especially when she had me take the photo promising that the more votes she received, the longer she'd keep me locked in chastity!
This is super-humiliating to share publicly, but Queen Sarah is one of a dozen friends who each hold a piece of a jigsaw puzzle created from one of my humiliating pictures. Being the little bitch that I am, unable sometimes to think about just how deep a hole I'm digging for myself, I asked these women to each take ownership of a single piece of the puzzle with the understanding that another friend, who has the key to my chastity cage in safe keeping, will not release the key to me to get out of the cage until I'm able to collect all 12 pieces and reassemble the complete puzzle. Basically, that means I have to beg and plead with these 12 women to send me back the puzzle pieces. I have to take humiliating pictures or videos or complete other assignments they might think up to amuse themselves with my predicament in hopes of earning back the puzzle pieces. And initially, I figured it would be something that would run its course after some number of months. But oh how wrong I was! Three and a half years later, I'm still locked up and at the mercy of these ladies! And Queen Sarah has told me that even if I get all 11 of the other pieces back, she has no intention of sending me back her piece any time soon!
It's super humiliating ... and at the same time, it's really exciting that she continues to amuse herself so much with teasing and denying me, making me beg to get back the piece and then just laughing at me as she tells me no again and again. She knows how much power she holds over me, and she enjoys using it. And the crazy thing, that just makes me want to worship her even more because she really gets what a little bitch I am and has embraced that as an important part of our friendship.
And Queen Sarah is not done toying with me, teasing me, or tightening the leash on which she keeps me. Not in the slightest! Early this year, she decided it would be fun to cement her power over me by making me her blackmail bitch. There are lots of people in my everyday life who still don't know anything about this side of who I am -- for good reason. Queen Sarah knows that having this big secret is both thrilling and terrifying for me ... that being on display and exposed and vulnerable to being discovered is scary as can be for me but that that fear also makes it really exciting. And so she's agreed to use that secret against me ... to lord it over my head with the understanding that I can either be a good bitch and obey her, serve her, entertain her and humiliate myself for her ... or she can begin to decide how and to whom she's going to start outing me just for the pure pleasure of watching me panic and squirm and experience the humiliation of having to try to explain all of this again and again to the people in my life who don't know a thing about it today. That makes her power over me very, very real. It gives me reason to fear her. And as cruel as it may sound, the reality is, she knows me so well. She knows that I love that she would take everything she knows and understands about me and that she'd use it this way. She knows that committing to owning my bitch ass so completely only makes me want to be owned by her even more ... that it makes me want to declare to the world that she is a Queen and I am her little blackmail bitch!
When we first discussed the idea of her making me her blackmail bitch, I probably made a mistake when I admitted how exciting the whole idea really was to me, despite the fear. In a Facebook message at the time, she wrote to me: "You've been my bitch since the day I met you.. I am here to torture and support you until the end of time! I am so down! It is SOOOOO ON!" She gave me a couple of early assignments, including making me take some humiliating sign pictures in my St. Patrick's Day Irish Maid outfit because she wanted me to post them to all my socials so everyone would know how lucky I am that I get to be her bitch. And she shared them with all her friends on her own Facebook! Since then, she's made me post humiliating pictures to Facebook groups with very large followings. When I discovered that someone I used to work with was in one of those groups and begged her to let me delete my picture, she messaged me, "Was that a serious question? Because no. LOL." And I think she was secretly rooting for the old coworker to see the photo.
She's also begun making me post my pics from all my public adventures to the Google Maps pages for all of the places where they were taken ... the Hooters restaurants, retail stores, bars, and all the other places where I've taken humiliating pictures over the years. And in just a few weeks, those photos were up to more than half a million views!
When I begged Queen Sarah to let me leave off some locations, especially where I've been around my hometown -- places likely to be Googled by people who might know me in my everyday life -- this was her response:
"Are you smoking crack or something because uh.. this is the life you chose bitch 🤣 You can't leave anywhere out bitch. C'mon now this is what you've been waiting for and always wanted!"
And as terrifying as it is, knowing I have to obey, I freaking love that she gets me so well that she'd not only deny my request to show me some mercy here, but that she'd point out that this is what I've always wanted -- to be treated like the little humiliation slut she knows me to be. And so I thank her for it, constantly.
In fact, to keep me on my toes, Queen Sarah demands I post a messge to her Facebook profile every Wednesday, publicly thanking her for allowing me to be her bitch ... praising her for being the incredible, fun, exciting, powerful, thrilling and terrifying Queen that she is ... and declaring my devotion to her for all the world -- and especially all of her friends -- to see and laugh at me each week. Most recently, I shared this picture on her profile. She didn't know I'd had the shirt made, but I wanted her to know how proud I really am that I do get to be her bitch and how much she means to me as my Queen, my blackmail captor, my chastity puzzle piece keeper, my undeniable humiliatrix ... and, most importantly, as my friend.
For real ... thank you, Queen Sarah, for being such an incredible friend for more than 15 years. For embracing me and supporting me for who I am. For seeing this side of me and diving all-in to celebrate it, even when celebrating it means really treating me like a little bitch and laughing at my humiliation and the way I suffer in this chastity cage! You really are an amazing person -- unique and wonderful. And I am forever grateful that I get to be your little bitch.