Of course for the first time in ever, He came and read my blog. Sent me a text telling me that He had, and that I sounded…whiney.
Well the fuck ! I AM …not exactly…not really…okay maybe a wee bit…WHINEY???
I wasn’t *whining* per se. I was explaining that I’ve found a place of contentment in my head because I’m tired of driving myself crazy with wanting more than I can get.
Whiney, He says.
Well, and if HE says, it must be so, right? (Though I still vehemently deny I was whining……)
I read the post again before sitting to write *this* response to His texts (that He’ll likely never read, but whatever.) and the only part that made me cringe a wee bit was when I said that it wasn’t really exciting except for 2% of the time….
because it isn’t that I meant that having Him for a Master isn’t exciting, but that 98% of my life is vanilla-swamped, and that 2% represented the wee small percentage of my time to be with Him…which is woefully too short and definitely NOT enough time.
So Master, if You ever read *this* post, I hope You understand this:
1. I wasn’t whining.
2. I wish I had more time with you. Two percent of my time is NOT enough time even for someone who is…(progress to number 3, please…)
3. a greedy little slut who wants You, wants to be with You, wants to suck your cock, and rub your man nips (sorry but You know I do!), and be beaten resoundingly. Except we could lose the fucking pink brush and I’d be a very happy submissive.
4. I wasn’t whining.