Whats it like?
So after my explosive outrage yesterday, I really got nothing. I wanted to make this huge prank entry but I can’t even think of anything for that. So… April Fool’s! I got nothing. Or something. One of these days I’ll learn to save the good stuff for blog days. Or start saying to Master I’ve got a really good entry I want to write about but tomorrow’s blog day. Can I post it today and have it count for tomorrow? I’m pretty sure He’ll say no though :/
So there’s this really great gal I’ve been chatting with the past couple of days (You know who you are 😛 ) and she’s really, really new at this whole BDSM thing. I feel like everything that comes out of my mouth will discourage her. That’s scary. Being a veteran BDSMer and talking to newbies. How on Earth are you honest with them about the ups and downs without making them want to stomp off saying No WAY am I doing that!?
So… I answer her questions as truthfully as I can. Yes, there are things I miss being able to do. No, I don’t regret it. Of course I get in trouble still. I get mad sometimes. I get sad sometimes. I wish I could change Master sometimes. Not all of Him. Just little bits and pieces. At least until I realize that even changing the little bits and pieces would change who He is, how I view Him, our relationship, me… and I don’t want that. At all.
I get so frustrated I could spit. I scream and yell. I stubbornly take up position with my legs planted firmly shoulder width apart, my hip cocked (Dane Cook is so right about that one) and my arms crossed as if that alone could get me my way. I glare. I roll my eyes.
