u/BlueAndBlackLadybug

CW: sutures, blood

I am her favourite possession. 

Part of my service to my dominant is for me to run the house and keep her calendar. 

I am the secretary.

The head housekeeper.

The trophy wife.

The favourite possession.

The needy thing. 

At parties, she likes to show off that clever mind of mine. She wants my quit wit, my sharp tongue. 

At home, she beckons me to sit at her feet after I fetch her a tumbler of whiskey, just the way she likes it. She strokes my head until I’m mewling and needy. Then, she has me fetch her the suture kit. She keeps a sterile kit inside the Victorian doctor's bag. 

I sit pretty for her while she threads the needle. My shoulders back, my knees wide, my behind on my heels. My wetness has seeped through my underwear and left a darker patch. She mumbles about how good I am. How all that thinking and planning and anticipating is so, so appreciated. How she has chosen the woman with the most charming words and the sweetest cunt. 

But now I no longer need my charming words. 

With the needle in the needle holder in one hand and the forceps in the other she sews my charming mouth shut.

I whimper. She tells me she knows it hurts. She tells me I’m being so brave and kisses the tears as they roll down my hot cheeks. She kisses the blood as it beads around the thread.

Once she is done, she sits back in the leather arm chair and admires her work. Her lips are smeared with my blood. She nods. She is pleased with me. 

She tells me to go to the bedroom and become the needy thing. 

CW: sutures, blood

I am her favourite possession. 

Part of my service to my dominant is for me to run the house and keep her calendar. 

I am the secretary.

The head housekeeper.

The trophy wife.

The favourite possession.

The needy thing. 

At parties, she likes to show off that clever mind of mine. She wants my quit wit, my sharp tongue. 

At home, she beckons me to sit at her feet after I fetch her a tumbler of whiskey, just the way she likes it. She strokes my head until I’m mewling and needy. Then, she has me fetch her the suture kit. She keeps a sterile kit inside the Victorian doctor's bag. 

I sit pretty for her while she threads the needle. My shoulders back, my knees wide, my behind on my heels. My wetness has seeped through my underwear and left a darker patch. She mumbles about how good I am. How all that thinking and planning and anticipating is so, so appreciated. How she has chosen the woman with the most charming words and the sweetest cunt. 

But now I no longer need my charming words. 

With the needle in the needle holder in one hand and the forceps in the other she sews my charming mouth shut.

I whimper. She tells me she knows it hurts. She tells me I’m being so brave and kisses the tears as they roll down my hot cheeks. She kisses the blood as it beads around the thread.

Once she is done, she sits back in the leather arm chair and admires her work. Her lips are smeared with my blood. She nods. She is pleased with me. 

She tells me to go to the bedroom and become the needy thing. 

*fans self*

Bring me your pain, love. Spread
it out like fine rugs, silk sashes,
warm eggs, cinnamon
and cloves in burlap sacks. Show me

the detail, the intricate embroidery
on the collar, tiny shell buttons,
the hem stitched the way you were taught,
pricking just a thread, almost invisible.

Unclasp it like jewels, the gold
still hot from your body. Empty
your basket of figs. Spill your wine.

That hard nugget of pain, I would suck it,
cradling it on my tongue like the slick
seed of pomegranate. I would lift it

tenderly, as a great animal might
carry a small one in the private
cave of the mouth.

Edited to add how this is kink related: to me, the basis of caring for myself as someone consensually owned by her wife is a huge part of kink. It might not be kink for you, but this is in service of me being well enough to be able to do some intense stuff. It's the baseline that makes kink possible and I thought it would be nice to encourage others to take care of themselves, especially when the more "carer" focused partner cannot.

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My dominant (woman who goes by sir and husband and she/her pronouns) isn't very well at the moment and hasn't been for the last few months.

I've been picking up on some D types feeling overwhelmed by S type's neediness and dependence for emotional wellness. For my own accountability, I thought I'd share how I've set myself up to care for myself while she is struggling/has close to zero bandwidth for D/s and k*ink.

I have sorted it into areas and add at least two to each section every morning. She doesn't check these get done, but it helps her to know I am able to hold myself.

Areas of Wellbeing Goals

Physical Health 

• Morning dog walk
• Evening dog walk

 

Mental Health 

• Engage with therapy 
• Challenge my ruminating thoughts

 

Emotional Wellbeing 

• Three things I’m grateful for 
• Three things I’m looking forward to

 

Social Life

• Respond to [name]
• Have a chat with someone in a shop 
• Order conversation cards

 

Spiritual Wellbeing

• Read a poem 
• Touch myself (maybe to O, but no specific goal) 
• Have a cup of tea on my own in an area of the house I’ve been avoiding

 

Financial Wellbeing

• Check everything is organised in bank app
• Analyse spending for the rest of the month

 

Occupational Wellbeing

• Utilise pomodoro throughout the day
• Plan [name] for the week

Self care

• Pedicure 
• Sugaring

Do you have anything like this in place? Is it helpful to see? Is there an area I've missed?