Today was a rough one for me for some reason. I couldn’t really put a finger on it. By all appearances, I should be overjoyed. I’m just finishing up a 2-week vacation, I’m relatively healthy, I got to visit some family and friends, see some sights, spend time in nature. No, there’s definitely no excuse for this melancholic, on-the-verge-of-tears mood I’ve had most of the day.
When my Master messaged me for an afternoon check-in,, I struggled to explain myself. Finally, I think, three possible explanations arose, and realistically, it is very possibly a combination of the three that has me in this funk.
First is the ever-evil lack of sleep. I’ve spent the last two weeks sleeping somewhere besides my own bed, in a variety of conditions, and despite the fact that I’m on “vacation”, I simply haven’t slept well. Strike One.
Next, my routine, normally fairly rigid, has been quite disrupted. My Master thankfully (a at my request) has maintained some level of structure during my vacation despite the fact that I’m on a vacation with vanilla family members, but that structure has admittedly been less than our normal protocols and routines. Which I miss. A lot. Strike Two.
Add to all that the stress of the masks we wear, masks hiding our deepest fears, thoughts, emotions. A mask I’ve learned fo remove with my Master, now forcibly worn for two straight weeks, without any real reprieve. Strike Three.
My emotional well-being has struck out…
I had forgotten what an effort it is, how taxing to wear those masks, day in, and day out. The drain of having to hide my true self, playing different roles… the perfect daughter, the perfect employee, the perfect student, the best friend, the great mentor… roles that don’t fully encompass who I am, or allow me to make my inevitable mistakes.
Then, I realized not only was I tired of the masks I had worn for two solid weeks, but I was dreading the oppressive weight of wearing all the different masks that wait for me at home. Granted, I have some reprieve there, in my time with my Master, when I’m at home, etc. But nonetheless, it too was contributing to my waves of lacrymosity.
Master, ever vigilant, was quick to identify the issue. And although the source wasn’t completely clear (He saw the truth before I did), He was able to work toward a solution, nonetheless. First came instructions. He was at work, His time there is extremely limited. Simply having some structure to follow relaxed me a bit. More than I realized it would. Later, His time. Spending time together, writing together, enjoying one another in a way that we typically have… there was normalcy to that, my mask was off, I was able to just be. I relished it.
I’m thankful for days like today, days when perhaps I’m not fully myself or one hundred percent. Not because I enjoy feeling that way, but because sometimes, having that kind of time with my Master is a good reminder. D/s isn’t about kinky sex or about just the “good” times. It’s about working through rough patches together, helping and supporting one another, no matter what.
I’m incredibly thankful for my Master, who, no matter what, is patient with me, an ever-present encouragement. The structure He gives me has allowed me to thrive where before I could merely wallow. Oh and the kinky sex is fun too!
We don’t need to take those panties off do we? Oh no, we can leave them right where they are. I can fuck you nice and hard still. Fill you up real good. Get you so fucking wet you can barely walk without feeling your leaking pussy. When I’m done you’re gonna keep those nice innocent panties on too. So they can sop up the mess you make. Catch the cum leaking out of that tight little hole of yours. Then when we get home tonight, I’m gonna fuck you nice and hard again. Put those panties in your mouth so you can remember this afternoon too. Now, keep those fucking legs open and let me hear you moan.
The girl with self control gets the privileges.
She gets to sit on furniture.
She gets to touch herself.
She gets to hold the leash, and order the other girl around.
The other girl, well. The other girl did not have the self control. The other girl did not pass the test.
All she got was a horrible, cruel ruin, and now just look at her.
Leashed and collared, untouched pussy dripping, fucking her ass on his cock while he spanks her and her rival moans above her from the pleasure of touching herself.
They will plug her afterwards, to keep his cum inside her. She will kneel, thighs wide apart, hands behind her back, as they enjoy their dinner. She will watch as her rival gets permission to touch herself, over and over.
Your D type has watched too much stupid porn. When you are truly, genuinely close, they need to back off, have you breathe and cool down a bit .. and then start in on you again. Fucking amateur.
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