A Brats Life Lessons and Discoveries to a Better Life

So, if you have been following my blog thus far, you know what my new life is like. Now it is time take a walk down memory lane. And learn what my life was like before I met my Master and became the well trained bratty male I am today. So buckle up and get ready to jump into my past. 

So, I didn’t come from the best biological family. They were mentally and emotionally  abusive. And sometime physically abusive. And they were constantly telling me how to raise my son and I went along with it. I was also not the best mom to my son at that point. I was constantly handing him off cause I didn’t know what to do. And was constantly getting slammed with criticism from my bio family. 

Whenever they would do that, I would act out and made sure that no one could see what was going on in my life by causing chaos for others to focus on. And that was my way of dealing with stresses and the pain from my life. I was sticking my tongue out all the time. I was using bad language in front of my son. I would ignore people who were just trying to help me. And when Master came in my life I did the same to him. Trying to keep him at arms length. 

And I thought it was working. I thought the iron and steel barrier I had created would keep everyone including Master out and I was sat high on my own little pedestal high in the sky. I thought I was untouchable. How wrong I was. Master came and he stayed on the ground and start hacking at the base of my pedestal with a hammer and fire. And soon, it came down. And he caught me and stripped away my barrier. 

you think that is where the past would end, right? Wrong. I found my Master all the way down. And I fought the stripping of my barrier. I pushed and fought my dang hardest to keep it up. I wasn’t going to go down without a fight. It was a losing fight. I was bratting constantly. I was being set on “fire” (if you want to hear the story about what that is please let me know and I’ll explain) everyday. Sometimes more than once. 

That still wasn’t enough to get me to realize I had been beaten. The final state was my collaring and locking ceremony. That’s when all bratty behavior took a turn for the better. Once I realized I belonged to my Master forever. Of course the true “breaking” of my brattiness came from a day long lecture about my behavior. Hearing the way I behaved, I was majorly ashamed. And I resolved from that day I I would work harder to be the brat my Master knows I am. 

And that leads up to the last two blog posts. Hope you all enjoyed the post for today. Tomorrow will be a new blog up so stay tuned. Until tomorrow my readers, Stay Bratty. 

So apparently I have to do daily blog posts according to my Master. (Thanks for that dear Master.) 

So my journey had begun the day I met my Dom. At that point I was broken and ready to give up. I had just lost my aunt and my ex-Dom wasn’t letting me go. So I decided I was going to not let anyone get close. And I tried my best. I was constantly challenging my Master. 

After all that I learned My first lesson. That I was not going to be left by my Dom. That he wasn’t going anywhere. He steadily has become my rock I lean on when I need help. 

After that was drilled into my head I learned my next lesson. Communication is essential. I can’t get anything done without it. I have learned to make my needs and wants known to my Master. 

And what I think the most important lesson I have learned from my Master is be myself. I don’t have to change who I am. My Master likes me for who I am and that will never change. I don’t have to hide being a brat or a pup, or even my darker parts like my masochist side.

I’m doing better now that I met my Master and I wouldn’t have it any other way. 

Thank you for taking time out to read my blog. If you want to go on this journey with me please follow my blog if you wish. Love you all who read it. Until tomorrow, Stay Bratty. 

Some good news before I get onto the actual blog post. I finally got to see my Master again in person and had a lovely pain filled night last night. And I have the bruises to prove it. 

So, this a writing assignment from my Master himself. I do have a new perspective on life after this weekend. And this is what has changed. 

Before, I would flinch at everything. Master couldn’t touch me without me flinching. Every noise would scare the hell out of me. I was very erratic, undisciplined, unfocused, and impulsive. My mind was constantly telling me I would be attacked. I had panic attacks everyday. I couldn’t trust anyone. 

Now though, after all the training I have gone through. I can lay on my Master’s lap and open myself up. Anyone opens the door and I jump a little bit sure. Then I ground myself and can go back to the way I was before. I’m more disciplined, focused, and non impulsive. I’m not having panic attacks and flashbacks everyday all day. I can be around people more often. 

And through my training I have gained a new perspective on the world. Not everyone is bad and is going to hurt me. My old Dom, had a funny way of showing he cared. My son and I have finally found the true Meaning of family. My friends and new family have shown me that. 

Have you ever been so tired that you can’t remember what happened last night. I have. My Master and I talk over Zoom every night. And I usually fall asleep. But last night I stayed awake when I would usually be asleep. And my filter is gone. And this is how that went. 

Starts off with my Master trying to get me to go to bed, and I wasn’t having it. He even did the glare. I just ducked away and stayed bratty. I had 2 energy drinks that day so I was hyper as hell. Then after he backs off some, I then start telling him a reason for the energy drinks without permission. And then my filter flies off the handle and I start telling him that I’m the best brat in the world and that I will beat him in our mental game of chess and all this other stuff. Then I tell him that I can take him and my two other Doms on and win. That i was smarter and better than them. 

needless to say, I waged war on my Doms and I’m in so pretty deep trouble. I’ll need all the well wishes I can get.