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.