Post Apocalyptic World

3-28-15
Is it wrong to say that my friend’s world is my world? Or maybe at some point we created a new world and moved onto that one. Or maybe our worlds are so close together that anything hitting her world also affects mine. i don’t know how to put it, but i do know that we faced destruction, i call it the apocalypse.

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Road (Rollercoaster) to Submission

3-25-15
My road from complete independence to submission.. imagine coasting down a smooth hill on your bike feeling the breeze on a hot day. (Doesn’t that sound nice? Well.. wake up!). i can’t speak about anyone else’s road but mine. i should call it a rollercoaster rather than a road, it twists, it turns to get around obstacles, loops backwards extremely fast and yet moves forward so slow that it needs those loops to build any speed to get anywhere. But maybe you don’t know what i’m talking about.

The Struggle Ahead

3-16-15
i’ve got a can of the nerves right now. It’s like shaking a can of soda, that’s my nerves. i have been on my best behavior since my last punishment on Thursday. (i know i didn’t write about it, i’ll just tack it onto this post. Is that okay with you?)

This is Real (Assignment)

3-14-15
i was told to write an essay about my friend’s essay. i only do this because it’s an assignment. This is the first situation in my life in which there have ever been punishments for not doing assignments. It’s hard to write a response to her essay because i agree with it and see nothing to dispute, so i guess i’ll just be nodding my head in silence. If i have typos please let me know as i occasionally type with my eyes closed during some tired or thoughtful moments.

i’m Sorry and Thank You

3-6-15
i hadn’t a feeling or thought left in my body. i was answering every message i received and wasn’t paying any special attention to my Dom. i just wasn’t feeling it, i wasn’t feeling as though i had a submissive bone in my body.

Forgive Me, Dom, For i Have Sinned (Part 2)

3-3-15
So yesterday my Dom read the offending conversation and decided my punishment would be severe. It was unbearable. (Not that i’m complaining)

What if He Were Gone Tomorrow…

2-24-15
i went to my appointment. i had been going to therapy 3 years and my therapist has never seen me this happy or distracted.