“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.” – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince.
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He’s taunting me about bringing a few surprises when he arrives later today. You all should know there is nothing I hate more ardently than surprises. I don’t like being out of the loop. I don’t like feeling like something is coming and not being sure how I will react to it. Bleh. No.
I was pouting and insisting he tell me when he replied, “some things are for you to wonder and for me to know.”
Unf.
I’m very happy with girl’s progress over the past few months. She has taken ownership of her training to be a good little fucktoy, becoming more brave and slutty, overcoming shame, embracing her darker desires and the need to serve. And everyone knows nothing reinforces good behavior better than well-deserved praise.
I only wish that it were all while you were right here with me, Sir.
I need to go to another party.
I’m getting addicted to feeling brave.
A quick, blushy update from Sir’s.
He says he likes this picture best because of how devoted I look.
Mind the photoshopping and the black circle over my face. Gotta keep some stuff secret.
If I am being totally honest, I used to be kind of selfish. I had trouble understanding how I could enjoy things like service and cock worship. It would feel tedious and I would be anxious about not doing well. I wasn’t able to just relax into it and derive any kind of pleasure from it. Instead, I just did it and eagerly waited my turn to get something out of it.
But, as I’ve become more comfortable with my sexuality and picked better partners, I’ve really started enjoy worshipping a cock like this.
In fact, it’s sort of what I’ve spent a good part of this afternoon thinking about.
“I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice.” – Jeanette Winterson, Lighthousekeeping.
“Sweetheart, where are your manners? Say please."
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So I just realized I owe you guys another weekly preview of the collection I’m working on.
Expect it later this evening.
In the meantime, here’s a teensy little hint.