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Prostration

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I knew what I wanted to give Sir, but I couldn't find or make one, so I commissioned a sculpture for my Christmas present this year. My lovely friend Cyra of Sen Kouros was the sculptor. I was the model. Prostration, meaning worship, reverence, & submission to Sir. Prostration, meaning completely spent, for example when I am ...

Comfortably Numb

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(Thank you to everyone that reached out to me last week. *huge slutty hug right back*) Hello? Hello? Hello? Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone at home? Come on now I hear you're feeling down. Well I can ease your pain Get you on your feet again. Relax. I'll need some information first. Just the basic facts. Can ...

Disappearing

Disclaimer: This is not an erotic post, or really sexy at all, so technically not qualified for Sinful Sunday, but I don't care. This is my diary. Writing is therapy. This is a call for awareness, and I am officially activating my personal support network. That means you. I am hurting people I love no matter what I do. It ...

Focus

focus

Everyone at home is fine right now. Sir came back and promptly rebooted my brain. I don't have any STDs. I cried. I laughed. I am breathing. It has still been one HELL of a week though... Possibly two pedophiles, working together. One pathetic, intentionally timed #MyLastDom attack. Skin cancer. ... Focus. Breathe. Hold steady. Wait. These things take time. Burn little ants... BURN!!! See who else is ...

On Stage Again

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I spend a lot of time backstage. This photo is from one of those times on a date. It's where all the fun really is. I can watch life's dramas, emotional exhibitions, and audience reactions safely from my spot without personal risk. It's not me on stage, after all. And when the show is finally ...

Triggers and PTSD

doubt-fear

  Written to Sir. Published with his permission. I love you. :-* So, I have a dilemma... I have this huge demon in my mind that, when set free, tears me up physically, mentally, and emotionally. I hate this bitch. She leaves me terrified, distraught, enraged, grieving, constantly on edge, hateful, and not wanting to be around anyone ...

Category: emotions, Fear, PTSD