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The joy and comfort when you have had such a stressful day at work and you are in tears. You come to him out of trust, comfort and honor to ask him to cause you pain to release. To feel his presence over you because you trust him. Because you know he understands your wobble. He understands your heart. So he causes you pain and you melt into his feet on your knees because that’s where you belong. Because that is where your soul is safest. Because that is where your heart is happiest. My Master. My home. My comfort. Thank you. Thank you for bringing us back to this journey. Thank you for knowing we aren’t labels. We aren’t text books. We aren’t anything but us. I love you. I adore you. My happiness is learning to serve you in our way. Our comfort. Our life.

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He makes me happy. Happy in a way that when I wake everyday and look over to him my submissive heart is so proud he calls me his. Happy that every day he chooses me. Over and over again. Even at my worst. I love you Master.

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Tumblr has changed so much! Just checked in after 2 years of not even looking. Going to have to reintroduce myself at some point. I am still alive. In love, married to the Man who was and still is my everything and living life. ❤️

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Thoughts.

I am beautiful. I believe I am beautiful. I think I am beautiful. Am I beautiful?

I am 40 years old. I’ve never questioned my beauty. My sexiness. My ability to feel amazing in front of another person. Yet, I couldn’t in this moment feel more ugly and more disgusting (and not in a good way) then I do now.

I don’t need messages or likes. I don’t need reblogs or sympathy but I.... am.... tired.

In this moment I hate tumblr. And yet, here I am spilling my thoughts cause it’s like minded people that may get it. I see these photos of all these amazing pictures. Things He likes. Things that he finds sexy and that turn him on. Things I thought I could fulfill.

I was that this morning.

Im lost.

I shouldn’t feel the way I do but I do. We all have off days. We all have moments that trip us up and cause confusion in our relationship and in our hearts. We move on. We all do and we will too. Yet sometimes those moments, those feelings stick with us somewhere in the bottom of our soul.

I have nothing to hide.

I am an open book.

I may not fuck another girl again.

I may not wear sexy stockings every day.

My body may be different then it was 6 years ago.

I may not be able to all the things I dream we would someday do...

It doesn’t mean I don’t love or serve any less then the people in these blogs. I see them. I take note. I ache to please.

I try everyday. To serve well. To give space and quiet. To be sexy. To be as sexy as one possibly can be.

I’m just living.

I look in the mirror and am happy yet so confused. All I can do is be me and that has to be good enough.