If you ever wondered why she’s not willing to let go of her former Dom, here’s why:
Continue reading “Because He’s Defined her”
His stern words i dread
But i learn how to behave
From the words that he’s said
And his tone that i crave
Continue reading “Scolded (Poem)”
i know that a have some impulses. i’m not proud of them, i even wish i could control them, but it seems all i can do is remember them and how much danger i was in. Continue reading “Impulses”
My heart aches, maybe in 3 places. First, i was pretty crazy today and rg got into trouble for her part (and maybe some behavior i don’t know about). So her Dom wasn’t happy with either of us.
Continue reading “Heartbroken x3”
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.
Continue reading “Road (Rollercoaster) to Submission”
i put my collar on for the first time yesterday morning and i had it on all day. Continue reading “It’s Not a Dog Collar (Assignment?)”
i have never liked to be touched. My mother only hugged her boyfriends and my father was absent for 10 years.
Continue reading “An Effect of Touch (Assignment)”
i have problems with authority, i always have. i’ve said this before. i didn’t follow any rules and i didn’t obey anyone, i didn’t care who it was. Yet i was pleasant and agreeable as i secretly did as i pleased. i was considered a teacher’s pet even though i didn’t ever suck up. i showed respect as long as i was left alone to do whatever i liked.
Continue reading “My Obedience and Submission (Assignment)”
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.
Continue reading “This is Real (Assignment)”