If you ever wondered why she’s not willing to let go of her former Dom, here’s why:
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His stern words i dread
But i learn how to behave
From the words that he’s said
And his tone that i crave
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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?)”
i have never liked to be touched. My mother only hugged her boyfriends and my father was absent for 10 years.
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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.
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i guess i’m somewhat defiant. i’m not proud of it, but everyone accepted it. People needed to accept it.
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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”
i know what i’d done
That i’d had the nerve
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