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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i stayed up all night last night to finish a blog entry. i felt like i needed to finish the entry. The progress on it was going so slow that i feared i would never finish it. i’m writing this because i’m waiting for the punishment, because none of my friends are online. i’m writing this because i’d like to calm down. i think to myself “Breathe!” It isn’t working. It’s not like i’m doing CPR on myself. i hope i don’t need CPR because i don’t know how to perform it. i can try mimicking what i’ve seen on tv, though. you tilt someone’s head back and stick your finger in the back of their throat for some reason. Or maybe you see if they have a pulse first. Oh. i need to know if the person is breathing. At some point i check for a heartbeat. If there’s no breathing or heartbeat, the person is dead and i walk away, does it matter if they still have a pulse? Oh nevermind. The point is that i don’t yet need CPR.
Continue reading “i Confessed i had a Late Night”
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.
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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?)”
Dare i post this? Yes, i dare. The best writing is fearless, right? i have tried to write this from the point of view of myself as well as a friend, because it seems that we often find ourselves in the same rowboat without a paddle. If i don’t get a comment i might never be this bold again. You’ve been warned. i have tried to write this from the point of view of myself as well as a friend, because it seems that we often find ourselves in the same rowboat without paddle. Continue reading “Scolded”
My Sir so calm and fair
In how he makes me aware Continue reading “My Sir (Poem)”
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.
Continue reading “i’m Sorry and Thank You”
(Yes, it’s that bad) Yesterday morning…5:56am, that’s when the worst of it started. i had woken up around 5:30 and that was a half hour late which meant that i was a half hour late at waking the slowest kid in the house. At 5:56 a former Dom had begun messaging me on Facebook.
Continue reading “Forgive Me, Dom, For i Have Sinned (Part 1)”
I kneel to just he
That had taken time
Continue reading “The Difference (Poem)”