[em2396]

Tell me i dont have to worry about the EX but she sure does ruin everything!

[em2396]

Is it normal to feel like you have to hide some of your hurt feeling just to make your partner happy? Like you somewhat happy they are happy but your pain is still there driving you mentally crazy! Making you break very slowly

[em2396]

All i wanted for my bday was for us to spend time together watching or listening to stuff i like. And for you to do something that special that made me know you love me and think of me! I guess thats to fucking hard for men now though!

[em2396]

Hopefully next year will be a better birthdays. This year sucked and my man sucks at bday's. Doesnt have me looking forward to Christmas im sure he will suck at that time too. Maybe somone like him can only do shit that benifit them and if it dont your the fucked up one even when its your day.

[em2396]

This expose to be my bday trip and everything always turns into him what was even the fucking point. Barley send my birthday with me because you slept all day, then the days after you always walked off with your brother or to be alone. Havent really dont ahit i wanted to do when i say what i want im told no. So dont say shit ia for my bday when it just another trip like any other!

[em2396]

So my fiance send a naked photo of me to one of my guy friends on my Snapchat. He sent it with out my premission. I dont know how i should feel about it. I am just so in shock that he would disrespect me like that when we are expose to be getting married.

[em2396]

I swear to God fuck everybody right now.

[prideinpassion]

I needed help crying, so a very kind friend gave me a hand. (And sacrificed my spoon)

[3holes4cum-deactivated20200820]

I thought I was strong. I thought I was independent. I thought I could endure anything. My trainer kept telling me he could break me. I stubbornly told him he couldn't. So I playfully told him if he could break me over the weekend I would become his permanent slave, that he could brand me and make me his slave and make me do anything he wanted.

I arrived at his house on Friday at 8 pm, he had until Sunday at 8 pm. When I arrived I stepped in. There was a note telling me to strip completely naked and come down stairs. I complied. When I entered he grabbed me and said he would break me by midnight as he laughed. I said there wasnt a chance. He roughly tied me up. He forced me to my knees and had my arms tied off behind which immobilized me. He then left and told me to think about my future life as his slave. I again playfully laughed and said no need. He returned 30 minutes later with an assortment of things. He first started whipping me. I had endured this plenty of times. Then he started pulling and twisting my tits. It hurt but nothing I couldn't handle. Then he pulled out a dildo. I looked at it longingly. I loved dildos and orgasms. He saw the desire in my eyes. Then he pulled out a bottle of tobasco sauce. He stared dumping it on the dildo. I looked horrified at the dildo. He didn't actually think to put that in me did he. Then he put a rubber glove on and dumped some on his hand and said this was my lube for the night. The smell stung. Then he started rubbing it all over my cunt lips and clit. It burned. I started screaming. Then he shoved the dildo into my cunt. The burn hurt so much. With a passive face he smiled and started pumping it in and out of me. I just kept screaming. After an hour I knew I had lost. I started to beg him to stop. He didn't though. He said he would stop when I signed my slave papers to become his property. I looked at him and knew he was serious. I broke down, he assured me it was my choice, but he would continue to try and break my for the next 46 hours. That's when he had me. He told me I was such a pretty but dumb whore slave...

[em2396]

The sad thing is that you can do all this for someone and they dont do it for you because even though you are in love they arent in love

[em2396]

Havent been on here in a while. I forgot how much of a safe space this was for me.

[em2396]

Saturday night went out for Halloween!!! How do I look guys? 😘😘😘😘

[em2396]

My coworkers husband is the best came and helped me get my car running when my crappy ex that said he would help me never did

[em2396]

Anyone in the west Ashley area that can come help me with my jeep the wire to battery keeps falling out tried to tighten it with pliers didn't work

[alphadominantmale-deactivated20]

Over the table.

[onyourkneeswhereyoubelong-deact]

Always a reblog

[goodgirlsdoresearch-deactivated]

Sacred

This is the last time I kneeled for Sir before things imploded a bit. It was posed. It was a photo op. It was genuine (because how I feel about Daddy is always genuine) but the moment was manufactured.

Kneeling has meant a lot of things to me. You can read about some of the ways I’ve written about kneeling here, here, and here, and can see a series of morning poses I did with #my morning pose.

I won’t be doing daily morning poses anymore, because this morning, a specific kneeling ritual became our first protocol.

I don’t have a photo of it, and I won’t ever take one. I also won’t describe the ritual here.

One of the lessons I have learned recently is to live more in the moments and not as much in the documentation of them. I write and share to process, to connect, to remember, but sometimes that turns it into more of a spectacle than a celebration.

Some moments don’t need to be processed.

Some moments already have all the connection they need.

Some moments are just for Sir and I to remember in our hearts and souls.

Some moments are private.

Some moments are special. 

Some moments are sacred.

Sacred (adjective): Entitled to reverence and respect. Venerated. Worthy of devotion. Divine.

[em2396]

Why am i the stupidest girl on the planet