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You say I'm a bitch as if it were a BAD thing.

Art Thread
Posted:Jan 28, 2017 10:33 am
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Pinning this to the top of my blog so we can have an ongoing thread about art.

No rules, per se –
I only ask that you read what is written before commenting. Try to use information such as the title or the artists name when responding (so if the thread gets busy, we will know what others are talking about).

It also will help if a WIP (work in progress) is posted.

If posting/sharing art – do not do more than one at a time so others can have a chance to comment/discuss before moving on to the next. (look at me – all positive it will be a busy thread…)

I might occasionally change this cover photo.
For now – my painting ‘Nevertheless’ 42x60” oil on panel
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vacation randomness
Posted:Jul 15, 2017 6:15 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2017 6:02 am
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I do not like being ‘herded’ or waiting in long lines. Who does, right? Well, apparently a lot of people are willing to do this to see certain touristy things. Had it been my choice, I would have skipped much of it. I don’t know what is worth the herding for hours. It would have to be something pretty damn special.

Apparently, decontamination is the name of the game on cruise ships. Everywhere you go, there are employees standing around with spray bottles asking: ‘washy washy?’ I don’t know what bothered me more: the baby talk or the assumption that I am not already dousing myself in Purel because of all the people. If I had said ‘yes’ even half of the time, I am pretty sure I would not have fingerprints any longer.

Those all-you-can-eat buffets on the cruise ships are like watching pigs at a troth. And they push each other. What the hell? There is enough food there for months and it never closes…why push? What is wrong with people? (I gained 10 lbs, sooo…..I am not exempt from that pig comment).

I dig Elvis, even when sung by a cruddy lounge singer on a cruise ship. In a velvet jacket, no less.

They auction off crappy art in gilded frames on cruise ships. And apparently, people buy it. I must consider this. I shake my head, but my business side is thinking on this hard.

It’s been 2 years since I left Texas and that stifling heat & humidity. I have already grown unaccustomed to it. I shall never move to Hawaii, no matter how lovely. I want to enjoy the outdoors without melting.

Hawaii did no favors for my hair. I don’t know if it was the water or what. It wasn’t the humidity, I know how to deal with that when it comes to the curls.

My favorite things we did: snorkeling and kayaking down a river and hiking to a hidden glorious waterfall. My least favorite: Pearl Harbor (herding, lines and the military taking your bag…with the sunscreen in it), and the long ass bus ride to a dormant volcano. I loved the Polynesian Cultural Center. That was one long day though. Again, a bus ride/tour thing…so you were gone 12 hours. Forget about dressing pretty for the luau…I had melted into a puddle by then. That’s the real reason I wont post the photos of me with flowers in my hair…I looked like I had been dragged through the ringer by then (and had hat-hair). I love their culture of kindness and earth-friendliness though. And they do put on a jolly-good show. They really seem to objectify the men more than the women there. Nice.

Did you know that cruise ship employees work 6 months on without a day off? Then 6 weeks off. We got friendly with our cute cabin steward. I was horrified. How is that legal to not have a day off for 6 months? We had a battle of the towel-animals with her. She would leave a dog made out of towels on the bed and we would drunkenly google and leave her a towel-snail. Needless to say, she won.

I spent a lot of time watching for someone to break character. These people are so smiling and happy. All of them. I know, tourism is the business there, so it makes sense. But, come on! Someone has to be not all ecstatic with life every moment. After 10 days and so many interactions – I caught out one cleaning person who couldn’t smile if her life depended on it (I don’t blame her, she must have been at the end of her 6 months) and one Asian taxi driver who wanted to argue politics about how Muslims are all dangerous (and he kept waving his arm in the FIL’s face…way to work that tip). That’s it – the other 2000 islanders and cruise ship employees we came into contact with were all chipper and extremely happy.

Does every ship have a Titanic-like grand staircase? We got snazzily-dressed the last night and took photos standing there. I was trying to get everyone to pose as if the ship was sinking. Screaming faces and grabbing the banister-like. So there they all are looking dressed-up and stiff….and there I am with my mouth wide open in a laugh. Nice photos….lol….(and proof that I am not single or I would not post that).

People. It was 10 days around so so many people, (13 days if you include when the PIL arrived). I literally did not spend one minute alone the entire time. I am not used to that. The husband is not as bad as I am, but he is similar. We arrived home and went to separate ends of the house for a good amount of time. ‘Love you, BYE!’ (that is still holding…this post is what I am doing on a Saturday night as he is asleep already).
That is not to say we did not re-connect later in the week in a very very sexy manner. Ahhh….no one in a room next door…finally. Yay!

I made a deal for the sale of 30 paintings (the alias work) when I was on vacation. I sat on the deck of the ship and did the invoicing/emails for it.
It felt a tad surreal. I felt like a fancy-ass big-wheeler-and-dealer. We wanted to make a video of us dancing to that song 'I'm on a motherfucking boat!' I am really kind of sad we did not.

(putting photos in the comments)


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Did you know?
Posted:Jul 15, 2017 9:38 am
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There are no snakes in Hawaii.
No squirrels, raccoons nor chipmunks either.
You can hike through the jungle there and smell rotting vegetation, yet there is nothing there that will kill you.
There are no seagulls either.



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down time
Posted:Jul 14, 2017 11:29 pm
Last Updated:Jul 20, 2017 6:03 am
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There was not a lot of down-time to relax during our vacation.
The PIL do trips to…DO things. They have a checklist of things to see & do and they power through it all. There was not a lot of time to…savor.
The activities…wow….we are still tired and sore.
This was a moment though. There was booze involved and the Na Pali coast going by.
I am grateful and glad for all the activities (helicopter, snorkeling, kayaking, etc) – but if we were to ever go back….I want to sit and savor.
Perhaps on a secluded beach.
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It was awesome!
Posted:Jul 11, 2017 1:11 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2017 7:41 pm
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OK, that was awesome.
(although, I saw no dolphins)
Snorkling is hugely fun - I have no idea why I was worried.
I got flowers in my hair.
There are no 1-hour photo places anymore - so it may be 2 weeks before I get the disposable water cameras back developed.
I tried to bring home a souvenir, but he didn't fit in the carry-on....

I have much to share, but of course there is the price to pay...so so much work to catch up on. And I am dizzy. No idea why, but it has been 3 days now. I am at risk of falling over all day long...very weird.

I'll be back to share at some point - I hope all you kinkster friends are well!
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Hair flowers are required
Posted:Jun 25, 2017 7:43 pm
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2017 12:08 pm
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I did not realize until the other day that the flight to Hawaii is 10 or 11 hours.
I am seriously dreading that. Our knees. Damn.
But ok…Hawaii. Got to be worth it.

My good camera is big. I have decided not to take it as it is a distraction and a pain to carry around. Just the small one we bought for hiking. This is a hard decision. I love photos. That’s all I want for souvenirs is photos. What if I see something I want to paint? That small digital isn’t usually good enough for that. Damn. Damn. Major decisions here. But it is true that I will be more ‘in the moment’ without the camera.

I don’t care how old you get – cleaning like crazy people for the parents is a thing.

They are here a couple days before we leave. We have given them our bedroom and we will find out if that new pull-out couch bed is going to kill us or not. I had to do a serious purge of the bedroom. Holy perverts! We have a lot of kinky/dirty stuff. Sneaky side tables and their drawers almost tripped me up. not that I think they will open them, but still….lube, small book about the karma sutra, cock rings, some little vibrating cock ring thing, etc. And locks…so so many locks.

I have never seen anyone pack for a trip like my husband. He was a boy scout. I tease him, but he is right. We have used so many of those things on trips. There was that time there was a black out in New Orleans and he had a small flashlight. Who thinks to take a flash light when staying in hotels? If we had had to repel down the side of a building, we might have been good to go. Need stitches or to disable a bomb? He might be all set for that.

I’m so excited.

I can’t wait to wear that white dress. With flowers in my hair. I was talking about this – saying there had best be some big beautiful flowers around to put in my hair. It is a requirement. He promised to head off into the jungle with a knife between his teeth to get me hair flowers, if necessary.

He has been off for the summer now for 4 days. This bitch has gotten some for the last 4 days straight. Ahhhhh….summer! and holy shit does our property look beautiful! That man is handy I tell you.

Life is good. So freaking good.
Aloha!
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A really complicated story about a mug
Posted:Jun 16, 2017 11:17 pm
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2017 12:08 pm
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I posted a photo of myself drinking out of it back in December.
I bought it for myself.
It says: Male Tears

You know, because I like to hit men.

I forgot to take it out of the cupboard before my 20-year-old son came to visit.
No biggie – I had a cover story ready if anyone asked.

He did ask.
I told him that the husband bought it for me.
As a tease because I am such a feminist.
A funny poke about being a feminazi/man-hater.

He says…really?
Like he doesn’t believe me.

Turns out, according to Urban Dictionary…it means semen.

Now, he is laughing at me and asking why the husband would buy that.
I tell him that he wouldn’t, of course. It was a feminist thing.
He says he has to tell him…laughing.
No, we don’t need to do that, I say.
(Yeah, I know that isn’t going to work)
(in fact, he ran to tell my mother because it was so funny- but also he was shocked and grossed out when he opened the cupboard)

I rush to privately call the husband.
Tell him he has play along that he bought it for me.
Because I started lying and now I have to keep lying and…fuck…. this is so ridiculous.
I explain it all – tell him to act surprised about it meaning semen.
He laughs and says he is going to say he knew what it meant.
Whatever….I rush to get off the phone, I’m dealing with a collector via email, so I am busy (not thinking that through)

So yeah, over dinner.
The kid starts to laugh and tell him…and the husband interrupts him to say:
‘she found out what it means?’

So…hahaha…everyone is laughing.
I’m pretending to glare, but start to really glare because I realize now what I agreed to.
And how is this kid believing any of this in the first place?
(he isn’t the kind of man to play a joke like that on me...at all).
The husband eventually tells him he bought it for the feminazi poke, hoping I wouldn’t find out what the other meaning was. And he is such a bad liar. He should have been twitching for how believable it was.

Jesusfuckingchrist.
I should have just let the kid find out we are kinky.
Would have been a hell of a lot more simple.
Learn from me – if you are going to lie to your kids, think it through all the way.

And now…wtf…I have a mug I bought MYSELF that apparently means/looks like I like to guzzle cum.

Whatever.
I sold a big beautiful painting today.
Because I am talented.
So there.
I can afford a new mug.
One in which I will research very carefully.

Anyone want a slightly ‘used’ jizz cup?

Here is a photo of me stabbing something.
For the purpose of this post – just imagine I am stabbing myself in the foot.
Repeatedly.
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Do the scientists...do them all
Posted:Jun 14, 2017 8:47 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2017 7:55 pm
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My youngest is here for a working-visit.
My mother hired him to do some projects for her & she flew him up.
Awesome for me – I get to hang with him.
I think we are doing a ‘breakout room’ tonight.

Anyway – I described my new ‘big’ idea for a social painting.
I have it in another post, but here is the quick description:

His idea (some of the details mine – a good combo): I may call it ‘Women’s Movement’.
Large, long horizontal painting. Women clustered on the left. All the way to the right is a background that is industrial-looking with poisoned skies. The women are painting over that nightmare, making it beautiful and green (mountains, trees, etc). The farthest on the left is a crone in an old worn shift/burlap and she is sitting on the floor weaving. Then moving right…several women bending and stretching to paint the background over. As we go towards the right, the clothing gets a little more modern. It ends with a small female child (perhaps nude) and you see her fingerprints clearly on the poisoned side, reaching to change it. From the crone, perhaps there is a small ribbon winding its way across the women to the child. All of them are interconnected in their desire to make a better world. Creating & changing it into something more beautiful.


Now, what I found interesting is that my son wanted me to put the older women nearer to the poisoned part. He explained that the older generation was ruining the world for the younger by not taking care of the earth….in so many ways.

I will not take his suggestion because it dilutes the meaning of this particular painting.
This one is just about the creative/healing/wonderful aspects of women.
But – that is an idea for another.
The feelings of the younger generation - concerning how we are ruining it for them (and they need the older ones to die off in order to save the planet – or maybe that is too harsh…lol). Is this the way every generation feels, I wonder?
This would not have occurred to me. If placing blame, I would place it at the feet of greedy politicians, most especially the modern Republicans. Although I have been known to think that these old white men trying to pass health laws about women’s bodies need to shut the fuck up permanently.

Now…how to illustrate the disillusion/anger that the younger generation (who understand there IS no debate on climate change) has towards the older generation? I don’t have a clue yet. But I like the idea of this as a subject.

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On another note- the slave and I saw Neil deGrasse Tyson last night. He was far funnier than I expected. And being in a room of over 2500 other people who appreciate intelligence, learning, science and disgust for the current ruling political party. To see a scientist reach this kind of status and have people pay near $100 to hear him lecture for 2 hours…is encouraging.

On another side note – I clearly have a fetish for smarts. The slave was blathering on about calculus, I think it was. I was not pretending to be interested, I really am – but I don’t necessarily understand it...well. But his passion shines through. I found my pussy getting wet when thinking about how intelligent he is. I am clearly a fan-girl to the geeks/nerds/brainiacs.

(and I managed to take his smart talk and turn it dirty by telling him if NDT sees me in the audience and wants me, I am duty-bound to go fuck him. He is a bit pouchy now, but used to be hot - but the smart-talk and rock-star-scientist-status means it would be a possible bragging point. Never mind famous bands, this fan-girl would do the scientists. He laughed and asked if he could stand over us chanting equations). YesSSsssssssss
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I'm calling it my 'House Bra'
Posted:Jun 11, 2017 9:56 pm
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You ladies know what I’m talking about.
Not supportive enough to go in public, but soft and comfy and perfect for at home (when you are not letting them run free).

I love it.
I tend to have a couple sexy big-cleavage bras (that my bra-obsessed friend bought me) and several basic minimizer bras. My cleavage-obsessed friend doesn’t understand the minimizers…..’flaunt it’, she says.
(and I am thinking: but, I'm just going to the grocery store - who the hell am I trying to impress there)?

I remember it like it was yesterday.
Running track, leaping the hurdles, playing basketball…the high jump.
Then overnight it seemed....they got in the way (both the breasts and the boys who magically appeared).
I thought I looked fat suddenly.
I still associate large breasts as ‘being fat’ when it comes to myself.
I tend to gain and lose there first when my weight changes.

Don’t get me wrong. In the right circumstances, flaunting it is all good.
I am not shy about showing my shape.
I just….prefer that shape be more lean on most days.
I like to keep them close and have that freedom of movement.

You just never know when you might have to jump over something, (or on someone)…or dodge out of the way. Safety first.

The slave likes it. Probably because I think it is pretty enough that I’ve been walking around with my shirt off for the past few days. He is partially color-blind, so not sure the cute blue color is what he has noticed.
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It turned into a Manifesto
Posted:Jun 8, 2017 9:47 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2017 8:01 pm
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It’s been years.
I am pretty sure I used to write often about how we ‘did’ our M/s, or D/s…all that business.
Now mostly I tell (what I think are) funny stories.
Time to update the Manifesto – and tell you people how it is done.
Bow to the motherfucking wisdom! (or don’t, because this got quite long)

Do you know why I call myself ‘dominant’?
Because I like it.
I enjoy ‘being’ dominant. It feels delicious to be pushy and aggressive.
I like making the decisions. I like being in charge. I like taking what I want.
I like the small acts that we might refer to as ‘worship’.
Do either of us really think I am a Goddess?
Lol. Yeah, right.
He might take that a tiny bit more seriously than I do. Perhaps when his head is all buried in my pussy. Because my pussy is magical, of course.
But damn, it is a turn on to be treated like one.
And it is a turn on to expect that treatment.
It is a turn on to NOT be disappointed.

I also like the switching of ‘classic’ gender roles.
There is something hot about making more money than he does.
(that one is a clear ‘learned response’ because in my first marriage I was powerless in that regard. Never again)
I used to drive everywhere we went. For years.
It felt…controlling.
That faded because I discovered I liked relaxing when going somewhere instead. And it gives me time to put on lipstick.
(And all those times he was grabbing the dash when I drove was starting to piss me off).

I find it hot that he does all the laundry.
Not a dominant thing though – it was a service thing on his part.
When he first moved here 10 years ago, I mentioned how much I hated it.
I have hardly done any since then. I don’t think I asked or demanded that he do laundry.
He did let me down in the cooking department, I will admit.
No one is perfect.
Chicken Cordon Bleu, he said.
My ass.
I’m still waiting for that, 10 years later.

You know what I don’t mind?
Dishes. For some reason I do not mind doing dishes. There is something zen about it.

I love not having expectations (of me).
I mean, there are the regular ones. We are married, so there is faithfulness, honesty, respect and other things. But, daily routines….nope…that is all my choice. If I cook or shop or whatever. I choose. I make my own schedule. When it comes to ‘doing’ anything, I am free as a bird.
He likes having expectations (of him).
He likes doing for me. He likes getting a ‘To Do List’
(I have found that letting him handle the To Do List in his own way, is far better than micro-managing though. I liked standing over him to make sure he did something MY way in the beginning, but that got old fast for both of us).
If he handed me a list, I’d likely make him eat it.
(that is not to say he doesn’t occasionally ask me for a favor).
It makes my day when I remember the expectations I had heaped on me before I met him – and how being with him feels so free. Like who I am – not a wife (although I am proud to be married to him) – not a role, not the cook, etc. Just me. And he thinks just me is great. He never criticizes me. Unless it is something to do with how I am treating him….(we have been together 10 years now…it happens).
But just…criticizing me…like seeing something I have done or not done and complaining? Nope.

Only in his sleep. He will argue with me about who is hogging the covers when he is sleeping or half-asleep. I’m pretty sure he has mumbled complaints at me then.

I’ve gotten caught up in painting and left the dishes to pile up before (that is not usual). He was busy or he would have done them. Do you think he ever said a word to me? Nope. He doesn’t have expectations like that. He knows I don’t leave all the shit to him. He knows I will get to it when I can, or he will. And he will sincerely try to if I am busy. I know this…and let me tell you, that is awesome. To trust and believe that he is trying his best. To know that I have his trust that I won’t expect more than he can do as well. There is freedom between us to just be able to fucking relax when needed as well, even if shit gets left for later.

I got off subject.
You know what we don’t have? Those discussions that go on endlessly about where to eat dinner. Because I like to decide. If he has a request – great. I’ll go with it, because most of the time I decide and he doesn’t care.

In the beginning, I may have had a thing for ‘obedience’. I suspect, as a leftover from my previous life that perhaps I felt without a clearly defined ‘you must obey’ rule, I would not get what I want or be in control. I may have even tried a punishment dynamic. Fuck that. Fuck that real quick. It isn’t about obedience between us. It is trust. I trust he wants to make me happy and will do all he can to do so. He has proven this over and over. It is such a nice relaxing contented feeling. And punishment? Oh, fuck that harder. I’m not his goddamn mother and I do not want to be. It really is true that the worst punishment for him is for me to be disappointed. (and that is just us – if it turns YOU on to punish or get punished, more power to you)

That is not to say I don’t ‘demand’…oh, I do lots of that…lol. Sometimes, if I ask nicely for something, he says ‘no’ just to get me to turn around and glare and say…’excuse me, bitch…?!’ (because it is hot)

Do you know what happens when he asserts himself in the bedroom?
It’s hot. That’s what happens.
It turns into a sexy fucking wrestling match. And it is so fucking HOT.
I love a good tussle. I enjoy when he gets like that. Sometimes I push him there.
It isn’t what you would think of as ‘switching’ – no type of thinking that he is ‘in charge’ for that night. And he knows me. He checks with me, without saying the words. He can read me. If I am not into it, he doesn’t. Apparently, my eyebrows are expressive – and it is often told in the way I approach him. And he isn’t being less submissive, at all. And it isn’t me being less dominant…hell, I’m a tiger. The difference is that during those times I may ‘lose’ at the tussle and get my ass thrown on the bed. That is not a loss for anyone. You know why he likes these times? Because apparently, my face lights up and my eyes get all sparkly and my grin is a turn-on. I dig ‘fighting’.

Actually, now that I think about it – it isn’t that unusual for us. I LOVE for him to fight back. Not always, of course…sometimes it is all serious and sexy and M/s-like. But damn, having him tied up with his hands over head and having to dodge his kicks to flog him….it is so freaking fun.

We both end up bruised at times. Although – he always has it worse.
See, that is the unspoken agreement. I always win.
Of course it has to be an agreement – he is physically stronger than I am.
Bummer. I’d like to be as strong as a man for once. Although, I have to say…I’m kind of used to being able to really go to town. Having to check myself might put a damper on things. I don’t have to be as controlled as a male dom playing with a smaller female. I can get all crazy.

And I don’t think I have a submissive bone in my body. I enjoy doing special things for him, but when I choose. Sexually, I like the fight, but any real serious over-powering that I didn’t give permission for…would piss me off in a very ugly way. Not acceptable. I do not like any confinement, even tight sheets when I sleep. I don’t want to be hit or hurt in any way. I do not like being told what to do – at all. From anyone. I won’t accept it. There are areas I have to be in control of (or it makes me itchy). There are plenty of areas I don’t care about controlling as well.

One of my biggest kinks is ‘unfairness’.
It’s a thing with us – he will say: ‘that is not fair…’
And I will reply ‘when has anything ever been fair between us?’ – and we will both laugh.
I like the tilt of the relationship to favor me. I’m selfish like that.
It is totally unfair. That turns me on. It turns him on.
He likes the unfairness, but more than that, I think…he just seems to like that it turns me on.
I’m all excited when I can point out something supremely unfair.
Sometimes it just means our jobs. He is tired, got up early, dealt with shit…and I will sympathize and then rub it in how I got to work from home, blog on ALT, rub one out, etc. He always ends up smiling when he hears me bragging about how good I have it (part of that is because of him…so he takes pride in that).

The other important thing is the trust – he is confident in who we are. If something unfair actually bothered him, he knows I would deal with it. He has nothing to prove – and there is nothing in all our play/teasing/relationship that is ‘demeaning’. I suppose some of the acts we do might seem that way to vanilla folk, but they are not. It is never about putting him down, but it can often be about raising me up…which is an important distinction. He is one supremely self-confident and prideful submissive man – and it is so very very attractive. He is smart, strong, accomplished - him being submissive to me is because he loves it and it feels natural - not because he couldn't 'be' dominant. (I've seen him 'being' dominant in situations, and he can be an impressively scary dude) He knows his worth – and on the rare occasion in the beginning….that perhaps I had forgotten, he has reminded me. Now that I think about it - that IS an expectation – to appreciate him. He deserves no less.

Here is the thing.
This kink business.
It is a hell of a lot of fun.
If it weren’t, I wouldn’t be doing it.

That’s the important part. It is fun.
I take it so much less seriously than I used to.
It used to be so important to me to have ALL that I wanted.
I wasn’t going to compromise on a single solitary thing.
I don’t think I compromise now much, but perhaps at times I’m more lenient towards his moods when it comes to deciding what we are doing. There isn’t the frenzy any longer of having to have it all. I got it all and I’m still getting it all and will continue to…so that means I can relax a bit. If I perhaps had a chip on my shoulder in the beginning…worried that I wouldn’t get everything I wanted, it is long gone now. It also means I trust that he will give it all to me in the future – so again, not always in a hurry or uptight any longer.

I think my main kink over the years has become ‘playfulness’

Which doesn’t mean anything deep.
It doesn’t mean he isn’t my slave – he is.
Hell, it is tattooed above his dick.
Stuck with it…suckaaaaaa….
It doesn’t mean that I don’t think I’m the shit.
Because I am. I am the fucking dominant SHIT.
It just means…this is fun stuff.

But taking ourselves too seriously?
Nah.
Life is too short to not laugh at yourself and each other at every opportunity.
Some of this stuff we do – is just plain ridiculous.
Hot as all fuck, (no plans to stop) but still ridiculous.
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