Splashes of Sparkle

For nearly three months I have been on a journey of discovery. Discovery, adventure, hard work, sweat, tears, laughter, joy, frustration, anger, and a range of other feelings and emotions that are not even fully recognized by me yet. This journey is more than weight loss. This journey is about finding, embracing, and becoming the truest most authentic version of ME! Who I really am that has been pushed aside, shoved down and not given a chance at survival.  

Saturday night I had a chance to get all dolled up and go out. My Princess self adored this part! 💖She is one of the things I have discovered on this journey. She loves wearing makeup and getting dressed so nice and looking pretty. Dresses, skirts, and things that sparkle. I guess i always knew i loved these things, but never ALLOWED myself to embrace them. I never wanted to admit i was pretty, let alone draw attention to myself.  Princess Sparkles is just one example. 💖

When i went out, i sent a dear friend my picture. She has been a friend for years and has been through a lot with me. She loves what is going on with me and celebrates it. After telling me beautiful things about how I looked, she sent me this clip: 

She sees it! I was so touched, deeply when she sent that clip. I am letting myself be my true self. And that, my friends, is a beautiful thing. 💖 

I have been told that I bask in 🦄💖 *Unicorn glitter for those who don't speak emoji*. I think it is meant to be postive as I am usually so positive, upbeat, and "hopelessly" optimistic. What a terrible phrase- hopelessly optimistic...but, I digress. Sometimes I feel like the Little character in Horton Hears a Who, Katie.  

I see the world through innocent eyes. I try to see the best in people. 

However, I also have a side that gets passionate about things and sometimes just doesn't give a 🦄💖💩.

For example, your kinks and fetishes are yours. Own them. Be proud of them. (Dont be stupid and not educate yourself properly with safety and such) When you want someone to share in that fetish with you, be respectful. They always have the option to say NO. And never take it personally when you receive that answer.

Smothering is a great example. Please don't think that because I am fluffy that I have any desire to smother anyone. (Fears and insecurities definitely,  desire NOT a chance) I don't give a 🦄💖💩 if my rejection upsets you.

'You do YOU, Boo".

Just leave me out of it. 😎

I also don't give a 🦄💖💩 about many other things. I try to just focus on my life, things that are my business, and stay clear of drama. (The theatre is a fine place for drama 🎭) However, I will say don't mess with or hurt someone I care about. I turn into a Mama Bear REALLY easily. At that point, I promise, you will no longer think I bask in 🦄💖. 

Have a beautiful day! 

Thank you to Lil Red for this fine blog inspiration. 💖

💖Little Miss Sparkles💖

Have the courage to be who You are! That thing that makes you special!

AND Be Kind. Always. It will cost you nothing to be kind, however it could change someone's day. This applies in the outside world, but also here, at Cage. 

  You probably wonder why I share this here on a kink site. What does kindness have to do with it? Kindness and a healthy respect for your fellow human beings is is needed everywhere. **REMEMBER, PEOPLE BEFORE KINK! Always!** If someone says hello, give a greeting back. It's simple. 😊 If you are not kind, it becomes really hard to expect people to be kind to you.

-Little Miss Sparkles💖

This morning after leaving the gym, I did something special. I went and sat at the Lake. It was beautiful, calming, peaceful and centering. I quickly realized I was there at the perfect time to see the Sunrise. 💖 (yes, i had finished my workout before sunrise!) I needed that surprise gift of the sunrise.

It was too lovely not to share. I shared a video with a friend this morning, and now, I share with all of you 🤗😊💖 remember, no matter what today is like or how difficult things might be, the Sun will come out tomorrow....

So this morning after a pounce from a juvenile crocodile of an Instadom, I felt inspired....

*to the tune of "If i Only Had a Brain"...

*clears throat...*

"*I am Dom, you MUST submit now.Get down on your knees cow. Don't make me say it again....

YOU will call me Sir, I'm the Master of Your World, Now send a picture of your ass....

*6 seconds I have known you, you are mine, I now own you, To me you must obey

Now send me pics of all your holes, don't be shy or leave them closed, if you do there's hell to pay....

*Now I've 'owned' you thirty seconds, but you have not submitted, what the hell is wrong with You?

I am DOM hear me roar, Now go stand against the door, stay still and do not move...."

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PAUSE. STOP. STEP BACK....

the parallel to the Wizard of Oz movie hit me this morning. This particular crocodile wasn't impressed when I had 'courage' to speak up, use my brain, or have a heart. In fact, I think I shocked him quite a bit to be honest. And I *may* have had a bit of fun doing so. I assured him that I was nothing compared to what he would encounter from other very strong subs on here...

I was told that I probably don't know anything about BDSM at all, but it's nice that I THINK I do. (Isn't that cute?) Truly, I believe it is the other way around. You, Instadom, (Instasubs, i could write a song about you too...) are the one who clearly has no fucking idea. Seriously. Do these tactics work for You? How on earth can you establish trust, respect, communication, any relationship at all in 30 seconds? Come on, grow up, move out of high school and cheap thrills. No self respecting sub is going to throw herself at you because you claim to be a Dom. If I call you Sir, it will only be because you have earned it and I freely submit....and that process is definitely longer than 30 seconds. 

  Let me tell you a secret, you want the sub who has courage, who has a brain, and who has heart. She's the one that is a game changer.

And we need Doms with courage, heart, and a brain. They can be trusted, they are not cheap. The cost either way is a high price, an investment. Choose wisely.

If you made it through, stick around, you may learn a thing or two from the real Doms here. Take notes. Make a change. 

**my apologies for this song now stuck in your head. ?**

When things seen to spin out of control

When I can't seem to keep my head above water

Are you going to step up, or will you be the one shoving my head back under the water trying to 'teach me to breathe'

I go into my head, probably much more than I should.  Dwelling there about things both ginormous and yet insignificant. 

Are you the one to sit with me or will you be the one to remind me how dumb that is? You simply do not understand....

Why are you trying so hard? Silly rabbit, the answer is simple. A kiss on the forehead changes...everything. EVERYTHING. It's the "I'm here", the "you got this", "I'm with you", "it's ok or it will be", "you are not alone", and more. As a mom, I know this kiss helps center my son. 

Volumes of books can be written about that simple kiss. A kiss, a simple and powerful kiss. It brings me back...to here, to right now, to this moment.

*now if you are the wrong person, and you try a forehead kiss, I'm likely to react rather...strongly. i may even kick you and tell you back off! It's a special thing.

 *somewhere around 12 years ago (where I had even less knowledge-and more blissful innocence- than my limited knowledge of such things currently), I was issued a challenge. The person didn't think i could successfully produce a good story. This was the result...*

 
Karrie's struggles at work just seemed to be mounting. She couldn't do anything right. this was a job that she loved, yet her new boss Mr. Peters just never seemed pleased with anything that she did. It was really hard for her because she used to do so well at this job, she used to be the top-now the only place it looked like she was going was on her way out. Desperation seemed to be taking over, so she made the decision to go in over the weekend to put some extra work on this project. A holiday weekend should give plenty of time to get this done...or so she thought. When she pulled into the office her heart sank as she saw the only other car in the parking lot-Mr. Peter's van. Gathering all of her courage she got out of the car, fumbling for her key to the office. As she approached the door it was opened for her, and mr. Peter's was standing there.
"For work at the office jeans are not allowed Ms.Carter. You should know the rules by now!"
True, however this was the weekend and her old boss Mr. Jones never seemed to mind. True, her hair was all mussled in a ponytail, she had jeans and a tank top on, a small hoodie and a bottle of water along with her work bag. She tried to explain, but of course he wanted nothing to do with it. She mumbled a quick 'i'm sorry' and tried to go on her way. Mr. peters also mumbled something as he walked away slapping her ass really hard as he did so.
Karrie didn't know what to think of the moments that had just taken place. The slap really stung and brought tears to her eyes. Away to the bathroom she went to try to freshen up and clean her face off. She had another outfit in her bag because she had planned to go out this evening when she was done working, but decided it would be best to change now. She quickly slipped into the skirt and sheer blouse(which was not at all appropriate for work, but surely Mr. peters would be happier that she looked nicer than when she came in), did a quick job on her hair and makeup and was out the door. The comfort of her flip flops replace with high strappy heels. One last lookover in the mirror and she was out.
As she turned the hallway she realized that the door to her office was open and the lights were on. As she walked in Mr. Peter's turned around in HER office chair, her latest project in his hand. He looked straight at her, "This is what you call a professional job? I mean really? You have messy margins, your points are vague...i really expected more out of you Ms. Carter. Clean off your desk!" He got up and walked abruptly out of her office towards his.
karrie started to cry as she feared all of her hopes, dreams, hard work, and a job she loved were going out the window. Something in his voice told her that it would be better to just do as he was telling her, not trying to talk her way out of it. She moved towards the desk, not realizing that he had returned. He was watching every move she made, watching the way that skirt and blouse just looked so good on her, bringing emphasis to all the right parts. Wow, did she look good. As she had nearly finished clearing the top of the desk, karrie caught a glimpse of him staring at her. The look in his eye seemed to go straight through her, and though she tried to ignore it she couldn't. He moved towards her and she tried to go the other way....he was much too quick for her. Grabbing her he pushed her down on the desk.
*THWACK*
Karrie cried out from the surprise of the blow.
*THWACK*
"You are going to learn that the only way to do things in this office is my way little girl. " As he was saying all this he unzipped that luscious skirt and then teasingly pulled off her black lace panties revealing her beautiful red ass...He took his hands and cupped her ass in his hands....*THWACK* He repeated this several times as he listened to her cries and watched her legs shake from the pain. She was so turned on and he knew it...perfect!
Sitting in her chair he ordered her to get up and take her shirt off. Silly woman, she turned around so he wouldn't see her breasts! She came to him wearing nothing but her bra. He mused quietly as he saw her beautiful body standing there before him. He got up and handcuffed her hands behind her back, then he pulled her down so she was straddling his lap and then just stared at her a while before he took his knife out and cut the bra off. Her beautiful large breasts hanging right in front of his face. (He didn't have to do much seeing as her nipples were already painfully hard at this point.) With one hand he started caressing her wetness, and with the other he just played with her right nipple. He started suckling her breasts.
Karrie couldn't control herself, she was enjoying all of this. She let out a moan, and then a loud cry as he bit her.
"I didn't give you permission to make a sound. Be quiet."
He continued suckling her breasts harder and faster, and he put two fingers in her teasing her from that end as well.
This took karrie over the edge. She let out a rather orgasmic sort of sound. He pushed her off and onto the floor. Removed the handcuffs and told her to go stand in the corner. She couldn't believe her ears, he was disciplining her like she was a child. She went over to the corner and stood there for what seemed like forever. Her legs wanted to give out, but she stood there trying not to move at all.
He came up behind her with another hard slap to the ass. Then he placed a blindfold on her, leaving her there again for what seemed like a long time. After another while he called to her and told her to crawl on her hands and knees to him. She did so. when she got to him he ordered her onto her knees and told her to beg to be allowed to have him in her mouth.
"Please may i have you in my mouth. i want to taste you. I want to feel you."
"NO!"
"Please sir?"
"NO!"
"I beg of you sir. Please allow me to do this?"
"you may"
He brought her near and shoved it into her mouth. She almost gagged but gave it the best go that she could. She ran circles with her tongue and was very careful not to let him feel any teeth. She sucked and she sucked and then she got an overflowing mouthful."
"Now swallow it!"
not being in a position to argue with him she did. He just grinned watching this blindfolded beauty in front of him obeying his every command.
He took out a collar, placed it and a leash on her and pulled. He was walking her like she was a dog. Before she choked she quickly followed. He took her through the office and to his large corner office and locked the door. When they got there he removed the blindfold and the leash and ordered her to crawl to him. He laid down under her, her breasts hanging down in his face. "These are mine and no one else's, you understand. No one else is to touch these, unless i tell you to. You may not even do anything to them unless i am present. They are mine...you are mine, you understand.?
"yes..." as she let out a very quiet and faint response?
He pinched the right nipple really hard and bit the other...."I didn't hear you..."
"Yes."
he pinched her again harder, pulling as he said "I didn't hear you..."
She winced in pain. "Yes sir...Yes, they are yours. Yours to do whatever you like. No one else's. They are yours."
He released. "Good. And whose are you? Who do you belong to?"
She closed her eyes, "You sir. only you. I belong to you."
He smiled as he kissed her ears and turned her over. For the next period of time he rode her hard. they connected like he had with no other. She found herself enjoying it too.
After he held her in his arms as she cried from the overwhelming events of the day washed over her. She fell asleep right there in his arms. He smiled and just mused at his beauty. Although she may have been surprised at all of this, he was not. He had been planning this for quite some time. He knew that she was ready to be his, he knew that he wanted her to be his-and he got it. He kissed her head and then went to sleep himself knowing that he found a treasure. He also decided that maybe one day he would let her in on the secret that her work on the project really was excellent...it always had been. But then again, maybe not...

Tomorrow I leave home on an adventure to California for almost a week. I am looking forward to this trip, this getaway. It is much needed for me.  However, right now I am haunted by the tears of a 6 year old boy who is going to miss his mommy ? as he cries himself to sleep. No amount of cuddles are helping. 

I know it's hard, Munchkin, I know. Mama needs to get recharged, you have no idea  everything that is going on. (Just the way it should be too!) Your world is still innocent, and I hope it stays that way for many many years to come. Don't hide yourself away like Mommy did, be true to who you are, always. Have courage and be kind, baby. 

Buddy, I hear your tears. I do. And I love you. I'll be back sooner than you think.  Please dont cry....your tears break my heart?

I have always been a lover of things that sparkle. I am captivated by the glimmer the sun casts as it dances upon the water. However, my favorite sparkle is the one found in people!

  Being relatively new around here, I have found that it could be easy to let your sparkle be diminished, especially from supposed well meaning people. Thankfully, there are others here who will happily help you realize when things may not be good. 

   Dear fellow submissive souls, you are far from worthless! We have so much to give, our submission itself is a gift. Dont ever forget that! There is no need to be in a hurry or try to rush giving yourself to someone. 

   In the mass swarm of communication when I first joined (has it really has only been a couple weeks? Crazy!), one particular communication I want to use in hopes that someone else may benefit from hearing it.

     You see, I am not a thin person. I have an abundance of extra fluff. (Currently I am on a journey working my ass off to change that scenario-FOR MYSELF! But that will be for another blog) This particular communication strand, the communicator told me that "you want to be a vixen for your master" and assured me that one day when my weight loss journey is complete, then I would finally be WORTHY to give myself to a Dom.

*what the actual fuck*

My ability to have a heart and attitude of submission is NOT dependent on my weight. (Personal tastes and preferences vary. I'm not meant for everyone,  nor is everyone meant for me. How boring would things be if we all ONLY were allowed vanilla ice cream, for example.) My WORTH is not in my weight, and neither is yours! 

  As a dear friend pointed out, don't listen to Dickimedes! Use your sparkle, it's yours and only yours. We need you to share it! Besides, I could probably best him in a leg press competition;)

Have a Great day dear ones!??