Posts Tagged ‘respect’

My Pleasure Is His Pleasure

January 5th, 2015 2 comments

20091004-IMG_1003I feel like I’m in training again.

I guess I sort of am. I mean, you don’t go years without doing something without losing a little bit of it, right?

One of Master’s go-to fantasies (that he’s only taken the opportunity to fulfill once) is placing me in the hands of an alpha for whom I have no respect. Someone he trusts to not go too far, but who I act as if I think I’m above because of their personality flaws.

That sounds really bad, but if you’ve roamed the kinky internet halls as often and as long as we have, you meet some seriously fucked up motherfuckers. I mean, that’s life in general, right? There are some people wandering the earth who are pretty much just dicks. And some of those people aren’t really dicks, they’ve just rubbed us the wrong way for some reason. Master gets off on the idea of making me submit to one of those people. Read more…

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Physical v. Mental

February 25th, 2011 4 comments

There’s something weird going on with my Eternity Collar. It’s been happening for about a year, and it’s the. most. annoying thing. ever. EVAR!

You know how it’s held closed with one of them little screws you need a particular allen wrench for?

Yeah well… the damn thing comes unscrewed all the time.

I mean… Woohoo! Now Master’s gonna have to get the one that fits right! Unless He just buys a new screw. Which would suck. But even that would be better than having to screw it back together all the time. Read more…

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There’s always a way.

January 23rd, 2011 2 comments

I spent some time reading some old posts tonight. I don’t know why I do these things to myself. They always leave me longing for the person I used to be.

I’m not really sure what that means. I think that’s what bothers me the most.

I can say, without a doubt, that I am different today than I was two years ago. Last year. Last month. I’m more sure of myself, my life, my lifestyle, my relationship. I’ve let my owner in in a way that I’ve never let anyone in before. I’m less mouthy (if you can believe it), and more obedient. I love and respect Master in a way that I never did before. And yet… I still feel like something’s missing.

In me. In my behavior. Not in Him, or our relationship, or our life. Despite the hard knocks we’ve dealt with separately and together, we have more than any human being has a right to. And I can honestly say I’ve never been happier. Read more…

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SJP#274 – Respect

September 14th, 2010 Comments off

How do you address others in the lifestyle? Do you automatically give strangers respect, or give automatic courtesy and wait for the individual to earn personal respect?

My owner is of the belief that a submissive, and especially a slave, should be respectful to men and women calling themselves dominant.

I mean, He prefers that I be polite to everyone we come across.  But I am especially required to be polite to dominant people.  And He’ll not be particularly upset if I wind up in a bitching match with some submissive, so long as I didn’t start it.  Read more…

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Punishment and an Ominous Chain

August 17th, 2010 4 comments

I got in trouble today.  Apparently, there is such a thing as “too much joking around”.  Who knew?

I shouldn’t be so glib.  I did learn a valuable lesson today, even if, on the surface, it sounds a little silly.  But my way of dealing with just about everything is tomfoolery and jokes.

What happened:

M grabs my boobs a lot.  Like… a lot, a lot.

I mean, I’ve always had oversensitive nipples, but since I’ve been with Him, they’re like… permanently hard, and the breeze makes me want to cum in my panties.  That I’m not wearing.  ANYway… Read more…

What if…?

August 9th, 2010 6 comments

You know, it’s funny.  Our relationship quite often cycles the way an abusive relationship is said to.  If someone who didn’t know us were on the outside looking in, only seeing things from a third person limited perspective, not being able to read M’s mind or know what He’s thinking without asking Him directly, it could come off as an abusive relationship.

M knew how I was feeling.  I’d told Him a couple of times over the course of a few days.

And He likes playing mind games.  Read more…