This blog will be a collection of things that interest me,
including my musings on D/s, sexuality, fashion, art, and all things cute.
Not getting to talk with Master for so long at a time is really getting to me. He’s become such an integral part of my life that not having our evening chats makes me a very sad puppycat. :(
I miss Him.
In a d/s relationship.
- I sleep in the same bed with him.
- He made ME breakfast.
- He takes me to my doctor appointments.
- He turns on the heater when he notices I am cold.
- He fills my water bottle every time he notices its empty.
- He does the dishes.
- He sometimes makes dinner. (and it’s always amazing)
- He heals me in World of Warcraft. (I don’t care what you say, that’s love)
- He comes home with candy to surprise me.
- He hugs me when I ask, just because I want one.
- He fixes things I break.
- He hasn’t killed the cat because he knows I love her.
- This list could go on for days.
It’s not about doing everything in the relationship as a submissive. It’s about being HIS everything, and making sure he is the happiest you can possibly make him.
So the stuff you see about subs not being subs because they won’t do EVERYTHING for their Dom is probably the most inaccurate bit of information you can give a person.
If a Dom does nothing for you, I question the ability for the sub to be happy. Always form your own opinion and look for information in more than one place. STAY SAFE and HEALTHY.
Take care <3
I think a lot of people tend to forget that a D/s relationship is just that - a relationship. At its core, a D/s relationship is a bond between two people (or more people, if that’s what floats your boat). You take some, you give some; sometimes in that order, sometimes vice versa.
As a pet, I try to be the best I can be for my Master. That means giving all that I can to make Him happy and remembering that it’s okay to take a little, too. Subs have needs and wants, too, and I’m grateful to have a Dom who is only too happy to see to them.
I’ve noticed that since my return to Tumblr, I’ve put a lot more emphasis on sex in the things that I blog/reblog. Or just sexuality in general. To some degree, I’m still trying to figure out why that is, but in the meantime, I can only assume it has something to do with learning to accept myself a little more. I owe a big part of that to officially recognizing my gender status, my sexuality, and the roles those two elements play in my life.
It took me a long time to get comfortable in my own skin. Ever since I can remember, I’ve been in this really awkward stage of uncertainty about myself. Struggling with anxiety certainly doesn’t help. The one thing that’s remained constant, however, is my inclination for submission, and I’m pretty sure that that has played a large role in figuring out who I am, what I want, and what I need from sex and relationships. In a nutshell, my ability to confidently submit myself to another person has opened up the floodgates, and for me, there’s really no going back from that.
Master tells me sometimes that submission comes to me naturally, and I think He’s right. I’ve tried to Dom a few times before, and while those attempts weren’t total catastrophes, I took absolutely no pleasure from them. Submitting to another comes much more easily, and now that I think back on my first sexual experiences as a teenager, it’s probably always been that way. In some form or fashion, I think I’ve always been certain that I wanted - and needed - to submit, and embracing that has allowed me to be more honest about the things that get me hot or send me running.
I wouldn’t say that I was completely repressed before this, but I certainly wasn’t this accepting of myself and my wants, whether because I was afraid to want something that edged on the taboo or simply concerned about my physical limitations. Talking has helped a great deal. Up until recently, I’ve been so cloistered in general and closeted about the specifics of my sexuality. But now that I have the opportunity to open up and discuss these things, whether with my Master, my therapist, or even my new friend, I find that I just… feel lighter. About everything.
Accepting myself has made me a much happier puppycat in general.