Gonna wear that dress You like, skin-tight
Do my hair up real, real nice
And syncopate my skin to Your heart beating…
So… yep, you guessed it… this is a thing that happened. Blogging while bound.
But that’s ok… because this post is actually going to be a writing assignment that Master gave to me. Because while I’m still in the mindset of “Fuck this shit, I’m free of people watching me,” what could possibly be a better time to do an in-depth look at roles in D/s and M/s relationships here on this blog?
Continue reading “Confession .139. Let Me Show You How Proud I Am To Be Yours…”
And when You start to look at me, a physical fatality
And You surrender to the heat, You know
I can put on a show, I can put on a show
Don’t You see what You’re finding?
This is heaven in hiding.
Funny how I magically start blogging more often with that huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Gee, it’s almost like that oppressive, abusive presence was affecting the day-to-day life of people y’all claim to care about, yeah?
Sorry… I’m still kinda grumpy it took so long for some people to see how this person is.
Continue reading “Confession .110. I Walk My Talk, No Time For Wishful Thinking…”