I haven’t been on the other end of a leash in quite a while and this picture makes me a little achey.
crawl
One day, I’m going to be brave enough to spend most of a play party like this. Just crawling after Sir, keeping quiet while he socializes and flirts, letting other people play with me to demonstrate how obedient I am.
OMG those boots! *droool*
Somebody bought a really blushy, really invasive, really drooly kind of gag for me.
We’re trying it out during my visit.
At a party. Eek.
Sir had me edge myself three times today.
I whined to Flint about it, who then proceeded to make me edge three more times for complaining to him.
If anybody needs me, follow the puddles to where I’ll be pouting for eternity.
I should mention that Sir and I are starting to explore something new with our dynamic. A few years ago, I used to like being more of a “slave” than a “sub,” but I got burned pretty hard by some people and it drove me away. I got really, really scared about putting that much trust in someone like that again, and so I completely resisted entering into that sort of dynamic again. But, I’ve always craved it and wished I could have it.
A few weeks ago, I admitted this to Sir. I was stressed out and I was craving that release of just serving someone. I kept asking him to just take control and he kept asking me what I meant. The whole time, I was shaking because I was so scared to let myself feel that again. But, I admitted it to him.
I told him about how I wanted to feel more like property, about how cherished that used to make me feel. I admitted I used to let myself get pushed deeper into subspace, that I used to hold off on backing out of beatings just because they started to really hurt, that I used to value obedience and service. But I had my trust betrayed and I completely withdrew and closed off to it.
It’s been a process of me first admitting this to myself, and now admitting it to him. Sir has been so patient and loving and I’m so proud to be owned by him. I have no interest in calling him Master, but we’ve been exploring that new dynamic now. And I get super nervous when we do, but I’m excited. And I’m so, so happy I can start to trust someone that way again.
I think I’d enjoy a day where my knees can’t leave the floor.
As per our agreement, Sir had to be my puppy. However, this lasted all of ten minutes.
I made him lick my feet and had him play a little fetch, but I just got too blushy about the whole thing. And I didn’t want to be mean because he was too adorable.
I’m kind of a snoozer when I’m a switch. Not always. But this time for sure.
Poor little hungry kitty.
“I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice.” – Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping.
It’s a well-known fact that brave kitties get all the best stuff.