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happy bring your sub to work day to all who celebrate (me)🩵
i’ve been very service subby the past few days which has been such a nice start to our visit, so low pressure but still special and makes me feel useful, i’m so grateful for Him🩵
subby brain defrosting for the first time in a little hehe🩵
washing His body in the shower is so intimate and special it just feels like such a pure and proper form of worship and i’m so grateful to Him for letting me🩵
live posting while curled in a little ball under His desk right now all fuzzy and squirmy thinking about Him fucking my face last night🩵
since returning home from visiting Him, i’ve missed Him more than i could ever imagine. before visiting, i thought i already knew what missing Him felt like, the butterflies when His name popped up on my screen, the warmth that lingered after our calls. but this is different. it’s deeper. quieter. heavier.
i find myself constantly thinking of Him and our time together. i think the marks that He gave me were the most perfect parting gift, i love admiring them in the mirror and in the shower, each one a reminder of how i hurt for Him, how i pleased Him, how He used me. i think in some ways watching them fade is like saying another goodbye.
i greatly look forward to the next time i get to see Him, hurt for Him, please Him, be used for Him, and be covered in all sorts of pretty marks for Him again🩵
one of the things i asked if we could do during my visit was take a shower together. i really really wanted to give Him an everything shower, and He has the perfect shower for it. thankfully, He agreed, and nearly every shower we took during my trip, we took together.
it felt so special, getting to pamper Him and shower Him, and care for Him in that way, i loved the smallness of those moments, the steam, the laughter, the way caring for Him felt like the most natural thing in the world. washing His hair, tracing the water along His skin, listening to music in the background, it all felt like the perfect act of service. every gesture was a thank you for His care, His attention, His presence. i loved every second of those perfect moments together🩵
kneeling is a huge part of our dynamic. i kneel for Him every time i return home, and every night before bed. kneeling serves as this kind of hard reset for my brain, no matter where i was or how stressful a day may have been, kneeling for Him helps me back into my subby space, making me feel fuzzy and small for Him. i’ve been regularly kneeling for Him for over a year now, and have found such comfort in the practice.
but kneeling for Him in person, that was more than i could ever imagine. kneeling before Him to untie His shoes, kneeling next to Him before bed, kneeling for Him at the top of the stairs when He gets home. those moments were a true example of a subby switch in my brain being flipped, an immediate feeling of smallness and safety and subbiness.
even now that i’ve returned home and don’t get to kneel before Him anymore, every time i kneel for Him i’m brought back to those moments, His hands petting my hair, the comfort of His touch, of His presence. i love the everyday reminders of my time with Him, my time at His feet🩵
i am always, always trying to be a better submissive for Him, the best submissive i can be, because that’s what He deserves.
while visiting Him, i slipped up a few times with my manners. He noticed, of course, He always does, and decided to turn it into a lesson. it wasn’t about punishment as much as it was about growth, about helping me become more mindful, more intentional with my words.
He started a list of every time i accidentally said “can i” instead of “may i” when asking His permission, with each occurrence being one time He would cane me. i think just knowing He was paying attention helped me, because i somehow only made the mistake one time after He started keeping count.
when it came time for my caning, He bent me over the same bench i had straddled during our scene, and i could see in the mirror Him pull the cane back, and instead of bracing myself, i flinched into His motion (oopsies), which made the punishment hurt sooooo so so much worse than it probably would have otherwise. on the bright side, i got a very very pretty mark for Him, and a wonderful reminder of the importance of being respectful🩵
i think some of my favorite moments of visiting Him, were the little ones.
at night, after He made me dinner and i did the dishes and we watched our show, i would crawl under His desk and curl up at His feet while He played His games.
there was something so peaceful about it, being close to Him, feeling the warmth of His presence, hearing the steady rhythm of the keyboard above me.
it made me feel so small, so close to Him, so acutely aware of the power exchange in place.
it’s those little moments that stay with me the most, the stillness, the closeness, the calm of being exactly where i’m meant to be🩵
the first time we played, it was kind of like show and tell. He laid His toys out before me, each piece a promise of what was to come, and together we chose what felt right. there was so much care in that moment, so much spoken and unspoken communication in the way He watched me, the way He adjusted, the way He made space for both of us to learn each other.
we decided on a latex bondage hood, which i especially loved for how much it intensified the sensation of His touch, and it was perfect, with its own special attachments for a blindfold and gag. He used straps to hold me in the position He wanted, being bound beneath Him, all helpless and laid out on the bed before Him, was like a dream i’d had for years finally unfolding. every small sound, every touch, every breath carried weight.
He studied me, my reactions, my limits, my needs. i think that night might have been the most attention He gave to my pussy the whole trip, putting clamps on me (which lasted for about five seconds, because as much as i’m a masochist, i also have like negative tolerance for pain) and poking at me with the most evil pointy stick. He explored lots of my sensitive spots, discovering my different reactions to different types of impact play.
my favorite part of that scene, the most special part, is when He finally fucked my ass. it was like every ounce of training we had done, all my practice with my plugs, was all for that moment, and it was perfect. feeling Him use me, feeling Him cum from using me, it was everything i could ever ask for🩵
Sleeping on the floor, hurting yourself. You seem so lovely. It kind of breaks my heart reading what you do for that sadist. I hope you really are happy .
i get a few white knight asks like this every once in a while, and they always make me giggle.
i know, at face value, you mean well, and i appreciate that kindness. you see a girl on the internet, divulging all the ways she loves to hurt for “that sadist” and it worries you, that’s kind. and i’m sure there are many girls on here who do need your kindness and your concern, but thankfully, i’m not one of them.
so much of what you see, because it’s most of what i post, is how i hurt for Him, how He pushes me, how He trains me and shapes me to be the submissive i want to be for Him, the submissive He deserves.
but what you don’t see is literally everything else. you don’t see the way He cares for me, the constant kindness and support He offers. you don’t see the way we dance in the kitchen to His favorite song, or the fancy meals He makes me, or the nice places He takes me, or the beautiful, thoughtful gifts He gives me. so, anon, thank you dearly for your concern, but i promise you, i couldn’t be happier🩵
on the way home from being out one day, He was telling me His idea for a scene He wanted to do that night, detailing His ideas for restraining me, and hurting me. the ideas He was sharing alone were making me drippy and squirmy and fuzzy and needy, but when He pressed Himself against me, so i could feel how hard He was at the idea of hurting me, i swear i nearly melted into a puddle on the sidewalk🩵
I am DYING to hear about how meeting each other went!!!!!
i have a thousand things i want to say about how it went, and i’ll probably be making posts about it for the foreseeable future, but for now i’ll just say it was perfect, it was absolutely perfect🩵
one sleep until i see Him!!!🩵🩵
i’ve had my big plug in for Him for the last 13 hours…can confirm i absolutely will not be able to focus on work today hehe🩵
“oops, wrong hole” after accidentally sliding it into my pussy🩵