Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Trait Shifter - Life Improvements

Mistress Addie's House of Chastity

Hey ya'll,

I see that some of you have found it already, but I've started up a new blog called Mistress Addie's House of Chastity.

If you have no interest in being locked in chastity or sexually denied in any way, then it's probably not the blog for you. However, if you've been naughty recently and had your pathetic little clitty locked away, you might just find some enjoyment over there... Or, maybe not, but that's kind of the point. I don't really have a posting schedule over there yet, but I'm thinking M/W/F since I don't have the backlog for those kinds of captions like I do for these.

I won't be posting any of my 'chastity' labeled captions from this blog on that one. All of the ones here deal with the Great Shift, Role Exchanger, magic, etc. and won't have a fitting home anywhere but here.

On a tangentially related note, how is everyone liking The Magic Shop?

Stay debaucherous, darlings!


Wednesday, October 31, 2018

Assorted Debaucheries Turns 6

So much has happened in the past six years. I've been sitting here for what feels like an hour trying to type something profound, to put into words what I'm feeling right now. All I can do is give my undying thanks to this wonderful community, for making me feel like no matter what's going on in my life, I always have a home here with you. Thank you so much, to every single one of you. You all mean the world to me, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

When I started this blog, I wasn't in a good place. I had just graduated high school, I had no job, no real friends, a declining relationship, and no real prospects on what I wanted to do with my life. I remember sitting alone in my room for hours, fantasizing about how much better my life would be if I could just get out of my own way. I used to sit in my room for hours, sometimes even days on end, succumbing to my depression, sinking deeper into the abyss that was my mind. I still have scars on my arms and legs from the eraser burns I used to give myself, hoping that physical pain would somehow wash out my emotional pain, but it never did. 

I'm not telling you this to get pity, I'm writing this because if you're anything like I was, I want you to know that you can, and you will get better. I want you to know that if you feel like you have nothing to live for, if you feel like no one cares about you, that you're wrong. I want you to know that you matter to someone, anyone. I want you to know that you matter to me.


There is hope, I promise. Obviously, I can't walk a mile in your shoes - if I could, these captions I make wouldn't just be fantasy. But if you ever need someone, anyone to talk to, please email me at and I promise I will be an open ear for you. I'm not a trained psychologist, by any stretch, but if you ever need to vent, someone to listen to you, I'm here for you.

In honor of this blog existing for six wonderful years, below are six captions for your viewing pleasure. Oh, and since I missed last year's anniversary completely, I've included 5 additional captions as well.

Stay debaucherous, darlings, but more importantly, please stay.