A girlfriend came over the other day to help me move wood for a laundry room project. When she showed up I was working on duplicating this picture. Before I thought about it, I said “hold on a moment, I need to go get some clothes pins out of my bedroom.” 🫣
Her: why do you have clothes pins in your bedroom?
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“What did you think about when you took your nightly picture?”, was one of many unexpected questions I was asked during an early morning conversation I had with a friend. I was quiet for a long moment as I thought back to a time when I was given the task of taking a submissive pose and sending a picture to my Dom.
Taking a submissive pose was meant to please my Dom and while I believe it did just that, there was so much more to it for me. It was the time of day that everything faded away but Him. It was my physical showing of my vulnerability and devotion to the man that cared for me and understood me.
I could have quickly posed and snapped the picture and been done with the task, but I took my time with the routine of it. I usually bathed and got ready for bed beforehand. I shed my responsibilities and washed the day’s chaos away. I would slip into a silk nightie or a sheer lace robe. I knelt and closed my eyes and pictured Him sitting in front of me.
Taking my time and being completely present in the task made me feel close to Him and I loved that short amount of time that was set aside for me to focus on just Him.
PSA for this of us who need as much help as we can get in not embarrassing ourselves in text. 🤣
It’s time for Christmas to be put away and I get a chuckle every year as I take the penis ornament off of my tree. No one has noticed it in the three years that it has been front and center on the tree…..maybe it’s too small? 🫣😂
Have a great New Year’s Eve, I know I will!
I have been fortunate enough to have time off at the holiday season. Amid the moments of Christmas chaos, there have been quiet times of contemplation. It’s been a crazy, devastating, exhilarating, tiring, miraculous, scary, horrible, wonderful year. So much has happened and while the bad parts really sucked, I learned from it all. I have had incredible highs and rock bottom lows.
This is a traditional time of reflection of the past and the planning of the future.
I am proud of how strong I am in the face of all of the medical issues my family has had to face this last year, from the terminal illness, to the new life and all work and stress that both entail. I am proud of myself for asking for help and accepting the help offered freely to me.
I challenged myself with taking better care of myself and began routines that helped me keep from burning out with the stress and overtime that was required to keep this household afloat. We can’t survive without me, so I need to be good to myself.
I am letting go the notion that I am not enough. I have proven to myself that no matter what, I can be enough. If others choose to not see that, they can exit my life and I will continue to be enough. I am enough for me and the people I choose to surround myself with.
I have begun a love affair with hiking. Being outside and being present in the moment. The solitude of it tires my body and quiets my mind. I plan on doing much more this new year.
I have had some wonderful people who have shown me care and compassion and sweetness. That will never be forgotten or taken for granted.
I don’t like the word resolution because nothing is ever so firm or set in stone. I prefer the word goal. It leaves the door open for trying again each time I fail.
I am trying to get into the holiday spirit and looking for Christmas movies to watch.
I can’t decide if I have found a hidden gem or if I am just in an odd mood this morning and found this to be fabulous. Anna and the Apocalypse is a strange combination of High School Musical, Shaun of the dead, and Christmas all at once.
Check it out and let me know what you think.
Snow is falling on the frosty ground
Christmas cheer is spreading all around
It′s that time of year
But I'm feeling so blue
There′s a lack of presents in my stocking
And my chimney needs a good unblocking
Come on Santa dear
I've been waiting for you
Let me tell you, if
You're feeling frozen stiff
My fire′s burning hot for you
Before you take a nap
Let me sit upon your lap
There′s only one gift that I wanna unwrap
When you're near
Baby, it′s that time of year
Erotic Submission Is Chosen Power, Not Collapse
True erotic submission does not come from weakness.
It comes from overflow.
A woman submits erotically only when she feels so rooted in herself that she can lean back without disappearing. Submission is not giving up control — it is allowing herself to be led because she trusts her ground.
The wounded feminine submits to survive.
The healed feminine submits to feel.
There is a crucial difference in the body.
Survival submission tightens the jaw, holds the breath, braces the pelvis. Chosen submission softens the spine, deepens the inhale, opens the hips from desire rather than compliance.
Erotic polarity lives here — in the moment she realizes she does not have to manage the outcome.
The masculine who earns her submission does not demand it. He creates a field so stable that surrender becomes inevitable. His presence says: You can stop holding yourself together now.
And when she does, something ancient wakes.
Her voice lowers. Her movements slow. Her responsiveness sharpens.
This is not about obedience. It is about trusting gravity.
Erotic submission is the feminine allowing herself to be affected — deeply — without fear of being lost.
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