I’ve never been particularly enthusiastic about harnesses.
But, seeing them from this angle may have given me a change of heart.
bow
Sometimes, I yearn for the little touches above the grandiose acts. I want to experience that small, swimmy feeling of being told what I am going to be drinking and how much, of having it ordered for me while I just sit there in silence. Sometimes, it’s really those little things that tug at me.
“Ah! Do you have to be sensual to be human?”
“Certainly, Madame. Pity is in the guts, just as tenderness is on the skin.”
– Anatole France, The Red Lily.
I am sorely (pun pun giggle) overdue for a spanking.
That guy from my frat and I hung out and did work together today. After last night, I’m of the mind that I deserve a spanking. The fact that he hasn’t given me one is totally egregious.
If I were a little ballsier, I’d send him this video as an example. But, I’m fairly sure he noticed the bow, so hopefully he can recognize that I’m repentant. Or up the ante a little and make me repentant himself.
Seriously, why am I not getting spanked right now? Also, where did the people behind this video go? They were great.
sorely missed.
anybody know where littlemissspankypants ended up?
(Source: http://thinkivykink.tumblr.com/)
Confession: Sometimes, when I misbehave the night before, I overcompensate the next day by dressing cute and sweet.
(Pardon the chickenscratch name scribble.)
I have a tendency to curl my hands into fists when I’m anxious or upset. It’s never really a violent thing, it’s more of a tension and control thing. I regulate the tension in my hands. I feel the squeeze. It’s controlled chaos.
And submitting is like someone taking that fist and pulling it open. It’s a release. It’s a loss of control, but it comes with such an overwhelming freedom. It says, let me play with the tension, let me control your chaos.
I want to trust you like this. I’d like to imagine that as I heard your car pull away and smelled the exhaust that I wouldn’t panic. Because that’s the way I love someone and it’s the reason why I don’t give very many people a lot of myself, I go hard, for a lack of a better expression.
It makes everything somewhat fragile, I’ll admit, but it’s incredibly rewarding. It’s in the knives, the choking, the crazy acts of exhibitionism. I want to trust hard and I want that trust to be pushed far before being validated. Sometimes it’s frightening and sometimes it isn’t terribly safe, but that’s why I don’t do it with everyone. I wouldn’t let just anyone leave me on that road.
I’ll admit part of me swooned when you referenced Mauss. But part of me almost felt violated.
I sometimes feel too well-known when people read the same books as I. I feel like they have a part of me that way and I, by extension, have a part of them by knowing what they’ve read. I start to associate them with the work. They become part of it
It’s not the same with movies. There’s just something about books.
But that’s the very spirit of the gift, isn’t it? You give me part of yourself and I’m indebted. I give you some of me and you’re in my debt. And you know how I feel about power exchanges.
It’s funny to remember you as you were before you existed, subtle visitor. You know how I’ve suffered getting accustomed to you.
Best. Present. Ever.
So, yeah, I have a crush on Allison Harvard. Partially because I love people unabashedly admitting to their own quirks (be they enjoying the sight of a good nosebleed or whatever else) and partially because she’s just plain gorgeous. I could handle less pictures of her where she’s infantilized, though.
And I want that dress. Please and thank you.