In The Mind Of A Submissive

@acollectivesoul

Thoughts, likings, desires, dreams of an OWNED submissive primal little girl. Las Vegas, NV I'm a 38 year old white female and I will blog what ever I fancy. I will post or re-blog what catches my eye. If I post a pic that is yours please let me know and I will remove it. NSFW 18+ If you are under 18 DO NOT FOLLOW I love to cook and I love architecture and whatever else floats my boat. :) This includes D/s sex of course! "I can be strong like a burning whiskey.I can be sweet like Tennessee honey.I'm as pretty as a daisy, but careful if you pick me.This wildflower can get a little crazy." Gloriana-Trouble

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No matter how damaged you perceive yourself to be, no matter what your current circumstances, you are of infinite worth.

Too many times when people are feeling down on themselves they find it hard to pull themselves out of it so they can work on improving their situation or mind set. In those times, it’s beneficial to remind yourself that you are of infinite worth and therefore worth the effort to make yourself better.

Only you control your destiny. You are responsible for your actions. Make every day count. Learn something everyday. Grow, evolve, love yourself.

You are of infinite worth.

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Good writing. The money shot: “Only you control your destiny. You are responsible for your actions.” It’s like Sartre said: “Freedom is what you do with what the world does to you.”

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nhodjin Berries & Bokeh! Should avoid eating either of them.

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Cassie held up her hair preparing herself for the collar which Sir was going to place around her neck. Cassie had never worn a dress of fine silver chains before. She liked the sense of them on her skin as she moved. She imagined that the fine metal was like thousands of tiny angle kisses everywhere on her body where the chains draped. The smallest of motions seemed to move them. It was as if the dress with all it’s moving parts was as alive as she. Because even or perhaps especially the unintentional movements made her body feel even more alive, on edge. She closed her eyes in an attempt to control the excitement building inside her, to no avail, this new sensation had her desperate inside to be touched and used by her Master. The best she could accomplish in this moment as she waited, was to stand. She was embarrassed as her excitement began to seep down her quivering thighs. Even the air in the room as it moved over her dampness, raised her skin in tiny bumps There is no way Sir would overlook the many erotic signs her traitorous body seemed determined to display. (tn)