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I miss feeling your eyes on me. I miss going to parties with you, and trying to be quick when I need the bathroom, but you're still restless and bristling by the time I get back. I miss getting random texts with instructions. I miss knowing that if I come home frustrated or struggling or angry that it'll all be gone in a couple of hours because you'll take me so out of my head that I forget everything. I miss being cared for enough that even a slight change in my mannerisms would have you instantly on edge, ready to do whatever was needed to catch me before I fell. I suppose I just miss you.
I came home with a full coffee at 9pm the other night. He asked me if it was a coffee, and that was it. End of conversation, nothing else. And all I could think was that you would have absolutely lost your shit with me for drinking coffee at 9pm and not looking after myself properly.
I came home with a full coffee at 9pm the other night. He asked me if it was a coffee, and that was it. End of conversation, nothing else. And all I could think was that you would have absolutely lost your shit with me for drinking coffee at 9pm and not looking after myself properly.
I've had self-inflicted bruises on my thighs for two weeks now. They're still purple. They haven't even been noticed. I feel like I'm not asking for much, but I suppose that's the difference between the vanilla mindset and that of a dom, isn't it? The potential for that level of consideration probably just doesn't exist outside of the D/S mindset.
I'm sad and angry and anxious. Irritable and on edge. Brittle. I've been self-regulating for so long and honestly? I'm just so fucking tired from it. I can't maintain any more. But there's no other option, no way out. Nobody willing or able to take that control, to take me so very high, to get my mind to blank and put me in that lovely fuzzy headspace that I crave. What can I do?
I've had self-inflicted bruises on my thighs for two weeks now. They're still purple. They haven't even been noticed. I feel like I'm not asking for much, but I suppose that's the difference between the vanilla mindset and that of a dom, isn't it? The potential for that level of consideration probably just doesn't exist outside of the D/S mindset.
I'm sad and angry and anxious. Irritable and on edge. Brittle. I've been self-regulating for so long and honestly? I'm just so fucking tired from it. I can't maintain any more. But there's no other option, no way out. Nobody willing or able to take that control, to take me so very high, to get my mind to blank and put me in that lovely fuzzy headspace that I crave. What can I do?
Trying to be my own dom. Or rather, creating a dom inside my own head. Wondering how your voice would sound when I call to say I'm struggling at work. Feeding myself the words; 'Don't worry, Baby, only two more hours. Then you get to come home and turn your big girl brain off, and I get to take care of you and make it all better'. Not sure if it's helping, or just torture.
Trying to be my own dom. Or rather, creating a dom inside my own head. Wondering how your voice would sound when I call to say I'm struggling at work. Feeding myself the words; 'Don't worry, Baby, only two more hours. Then you get to come home and turn your big girl brain off, and I get to take care of you and make it all better'. Not sure if it's helping, or just torture.
Do you ever think of me? Do you ever wonder how I'm getting on, have to fight the urge to search me out on social media? Do you ever wonder how he's treating me, what my day to day life is like? Do you ever miss me?
Do you ever think of me? Do you ever wonder how I'm getting on, have to fight the urge to search me out on social media? Do you ever wonder how he's treating me, what my day to day life is like? Do you ever miss me?
Dreamed about you last night. You were just ... There. And you saved me from a dangerous situation, and whisked me away, and Gods I was so very happy. I woke up before it could get good.