Is there such a thing of feeling too submissive?
Yes, I know this is based on individual opinions. I'm just curious what you think.
My own opinion...yes. The overwhelming feelings related to submission can be chaotic and can definitely impact the mental wellbeing of a submissive. Being attached and unattached to a Dominant.
Tonight my head is all over the place..
Knees up slut, ass in the air!
Swats across my ass
Lashes over my back
The leash pulled back, my neck arches
I said knees up, ass in the air slut!
His pussy slick with need
Hard flicks across His clit
His cock thrusts deep
My leash pulled back
Youre not listening slut, knees up, ass in the air!
His hand smacks my ass
Count to 10
His thrusts push me forward
The sting across my ass
My knees are up, ass in the air, I am His slut
My moans become louder
Juices running down my thigh
His pussy suddenly empty
My leash pulled back
Bites on my neck
His hand around my throat
His cum across my ass
You are MINE! I am his slut!
My mind drifting off to sleep...dreaming
Sir's shackle clasped on my ankle
His collar locked around my neck
My Daddy's arms holding me close
Soft kisses upon my neck
Loving caresses over his fresh marks
Whispering loving words against my skin
Feeding my mind
Feeding my soul
I am safe, I am loved, I am cherished
I am His, only His, always His
He is mine....
Many of us have a second life, this life. It is a place we come that the our first life doesn't know about. We have people here who mean a lot to us. Some friends, some much more.
Please give some thought about these special people in our lives. If something medically happens to us, how will they know? If something happens to them, how will we know?
I gave my best friend the emails of my special people to contact in an emergency situation. No explanation to her needed. Maybe that can be a solution for some.
Remember that aside from you, no one knows about us. We don't exist, we are literally no one.
When emotions become too much the windows blow shut.
When the windows slam, the doors lock.
The deadbolts turn and everything goes silent.
The silence is a race track in my head.
Rain falls.
The hurricane force winds become stronger.
Until I feel the eye of my storm...my strength.
The windows shatter, the doors splinter.
The storm has passed, the sun shines.
First and foremost, I am always just being me. One conversation that I have online is about being service minded. Often times anticipating needs before they are needed.
Being a teacher and a mentor for adults and children. I feel I am this way in every part of my life. I watch and learn just like I teach others to do. A day without learning something new is a wasted day.
As a submissive, I naturally am mindful of my Other's needs. For me, this does not necessarily mean I am a house keeper type. I may notice when He may need more water with His meal before it's empty. Those kinds of needs. With time, I will learn what's important to Him and be the one who will see to these things.
Being this kind of sub makes me happy, which in turn is just another way of showing what's important to me...Him.
I think sleep has become over rated. Maybe as I grow older I just don't need as much? When I was young, I was good with 5 or so hours. When I hit my mid 30s, a good solid 8 hours was awesome! Now that I'm almost 50 I seem to be down to about 4 hours. I function fine, well OK, for a few weeks but then I will basically crash for a weekend to play catch up. This can't be healthy and I think it's related to life circumstances. But really, Mother of sleep... just cut me a break already!!
I don't really sleep until my mind takes over and says it's time.
So many nights pass before she lets me dream.
I am grateful when she allows me remember those sweet fantasies.
I am the one. There is no other.
It is Your hand I hold when we are together.
It is Your lips I seek when I need to taste another.
It is Your stare I feel across my skin as I sit in my nightly pose.
It is Your arms I snuggle within to scare away my sleepless nights.
It is Your thumbs I dream of feeling, to wipe the tears, as I wake up from my midnight fantasies.
It is Your face I wish she would share...
Quite a few years ago when I embraced who I was, a submissive, I decided to get the tattoo of my kneeling Angel (profile pic). She is me. It's that simple.
For 2 years I proudly wore a submissive collar. Now without a collar, my mind wanders looking for other ways to symbolize my submissive self. I have been looking seriously at a variety of Celtic Knots for a new tattoo. I am very drawn to these and it will happen, just not quite yet. In the meantime I just had a chain made with the BDSM captured loop (in profile pics). It is not a collar but a visual reminder to myself of my goals, dreams and my future. Staying true to myself no matter what.
I hope that one day this chain will come off when there is a collar to replace it. Forever meaningful, symbolizing what I believe in.