I know, I shouldn’t really say that…I’m not really entitled to it, being a damned Yankee…but I do love the way “ya’ll” just drawls off the lip… 🙂
Anyway, this isn’t my “real” blogpost. I’m required my Master to post a HNT (half-nekkid Thursday) pic each week…except…This one needs Master’s permission to post first…or to be rewritten to His specifications…so that I don’t …well…there is just personal stuff that He doesn’t always want me to divulge, of course, and I’m more than willing to air just about anything here, as you know! Wowza. I should win an award for that prior sentence…that was a powerful run-on I had going there! (I’ll bet Donna is rolling her eyeballs in horror over it…oh goodie! *laughs*)
Soooo…all that said, as soon as He gives the go, I’ll publish the REAL HNT.
I could tell you about the orgasm I had Tuesday night…there was much fantasy fodder in my head after Sunday.
Oh, I didn’t finish telling you about that did I?
So…in a nutshell?
Dom # 2 was a ‘no show’, which ticked Master off. It also ticked off the Pussy Date, as He was to be her playmate. She didn’t want to be my pussy date, told Master she wasn’t “ready” for that kind of play, which was fine by me. I would have been ready…I’ll do most anything He tells me to (again, within reason people. I’m not an automaton. I’m not going to let him tell me to kill my kids, or anything stupid like that. *eyeroll* I’m submissive but with a brain. I hate when people say “but what if He says to cut off your finger”…like…what? I guess that comes down to trusting Him implicitly, that He won’t ask me to cut off my finger. Or offer Him my firstborn for sale. Or something totally reprehensible like that.)
Anyway. I would have had a Pussy Date. Because it’s sexual. (cutting off your finger for your Dom is not sexual, people. It’s fucking stoopid.) Because it’s exciting. Because I’m bisexual. Because He wanted it.
But she balked, and He allowed it. He is not her Dom. Or not exactly. He’s her friend, the Dom. This too is fine with me. I hope He was able to calm her down afterwards, talking to her on the phone. She left feeling pissed. I don’t blame her, really. To have a Dom not show is a blow to ones esteem, isn’t it? And maybe something legitimately came up in the guys vanilla life…but yanno? I was raised to be mannerly, and since He’d texted Master before, you’da thunk he’d have done so. And this is kinda disrespectful of me to say, and I may get whacked on the ass for it, but geesus. Dom’s don’t have the right to be that fucking rude to a submissive. I mean, not on their first outing. The rules change if it is a “pairing” (whether for proscribed play time or long term like Master and I. It’s OKAY for Him to be rude to me. *I kinda like it* But not in this situation) He hurt her feelings and…… I’m sorry. That’s unacceptable. (Master will never invite him to play again, so his loss, but really. What a jerk.)
Whoa. Didn’t know I had that little rant in me. That’s two rants in one blogpost. Heh. A daily double, as it were.
Well, trust me, my next blogpost will be much happier. I’m in a really, really good headspace. I love my Master. He “fed” me good last weekend, and I’m still glowing. He’s willing to do things that aren’t His exact kink, to help me explore mine, and that is fucking awesome.
A good power dynamic is just like that…there is never a “balance of equality” between us, but He will do things to help me grow and experience this wonderful, perverse and weird thing we do.
That’s a pretty powerful gift, isn’t it?
Hey..guess what…this became a blogpost after all!