u/pikachukitten

Less about when things go wrong, more about the silly things that happen because we are human. Do you laugh things off? How do you handle when something goes “off-script” or “unexpectedly”?

I’ll go first: during a scene today, my Dom grabbed me by the hair and forced me to kneel to service him. As I started deep-throating him, all of a sudden I heard a bright “PING!” next to my ear. It was his Apple Watch, for some reason unmuted, letting him know he hit his stand goal for the day 😂 We both stopped, stared for a second, and started laughing. We did get back to the scene pretty quickly, but it felt good to laugh at the moment.

like ofc she had a whole album literally called “brat”

the video is 🥵 but also it’s just such a wonderfully tongue-in-cheek, playfully ironic song about claiming to be a “grown-up good girl” now…wink wink

Idk lol it lowkey resonated with the smart-ass princess gremlin in my brain 😂

The feeling of your embrace after a long week. Your hands trailing up and down my body, the touch asking, nay, demanding more.

Each step finds me with one less article of clothing, one less piece of armor I had carefully assembled to face the week, one less layer of performative perfection for the outside world.

I am exposed as I crawl towards you, and yet I have never felt safer and freer than when I am in your arms and held in your thrall.

The world asks me to be a warrior, and so I must. Only you see me as I am: yours to command, yours to use, yours to cherish and adore. Transform me, my love, and in these liminal spaces we create, allow me the joy of devoting myself to you.

I started taking pole dancing classes recently. It’s been something I’ve wanted to try for a while now, and I’m so drawn to the sensuality, strength, and beauty of the art and dance. I’m a complete novice at it, and yet I’ve never felt so sexy and capable in my life.

It got me thinking about the ways I’ve come into my submission, specifically the things I do because I enjoy pleasing and serving my HusDom vs. the things I do to boost my own self-confidence. Sometimes (maybe often), like with pole dancing, there’s an overlap where both can be true: I know my Dom would find this sexy as hell, and I’m also doing this entirely for my own enjoyment. But then there’s other things that I do solely for myself, and I think it in turn empowers me to be a sub whom my Dom can both care for and rely on (things like having a career I work hard for, working out because I love exercising, investing in a litany of hobbies, etc.).

As subs, I think it’s so critical that we are multi-dimensional human beings capable of living for ourselves when we want (or need) to. This isn’t to say I don’t love it when my Dom takes care of me; I absolutely adore being his cherished wife and sub. I love when he takes the lead within certain dimensions of our lives together, which enables me to let go and melt into his love and devotion. But I also know he loves that I can stand on my own two feet as his equal, and that our relationship and dynamic doesn’t subsume who we are as people.

I’m curious about how others, subs and Doms both, see it. I don’t think dynamics have to reflect this idea of self-pursuit on the part of the sub of course (people should pursue the lifestyles and roles they want, after all). But I think the stark reality is that not only is it tough to build dynamics / LTRs, we are also all human. Things can happen that leave us bereft, grieving, or lost. I think at a minimum, it’s important that we as subs know how to access that place of self-worth and confidence, whenever we need to.

My HusDom and I don’t have many rules, but one thing we do is roll a D10 die to determine my daily orgasms (additional orgasms are generally permitted at my Dom’s discretion).

Anyway, normally we have a discussion if the orgasm roll needs to be suspended (usually due to busyness with life events). Not this time; I just kind of forgot to do it, and only remembered late in the evening. I looked at my Dom and said, “Whoops! I forgot to roll my die today.” He just looked at me, smiled, and said, “You sure did.”

Of course this is where my inner brat gremlin kicked in and I shot back, “What are you going to do about it?” He just kept smiling and SHRUGGED. 😡

Well, okay then 😈 I decided to conveniently forget my roll the next day. No comments were made. Sus, but at this point I decided I was locked in. So a third day came and went. No more comments.

What I hadn’t counted on was how horny I was going to get by the end of day 3 (thanks, ovulation 😣). At the dawn of the fourth day, I decided I needed to cum. The instant I grabbed my vibrator, my Dom grabbed my wrist and said, “Aren’t you forgetting a step?” I hemmed and hawed as I trudged out of bed to get the die, but eventually proceeded to roll. It was an 8.

My Dom: good. Roll again.

Me:…? Okay….(rolled a 9)

My Dom: One more roll.

Me: (am I going to get 10+ orgasms…?) (rolled a 7)

What followed was NOT 24 orgasms, but 24 strikes to my butt with a crop, 24 very hard spanks to each butt cheek, and 24 minutes of edging without being allowed to cum.

Comrades, I tried 🥲🫡 there will be a day for revolution…alas, that was not today. Also, the die rolls have resumed to improve morale.

He just smiled and said, “Exactly!”

😡😡😡 grr AARGHHHHH let me braaaaaaat 😭😭

(Jokes aside I really love what a pleasure-oriented and caregiving guy he is. I’m just venting lmao)

Between my HusDom and me, while I have the higher kink drive, he has a higher libido. We’ve found a lot of ways to meet in the middle by featuring lighter kinky elements like dirty talk, rougher handling, etc., in our intimacy, but sometimes I wish we could incorporate more kinky things.

Yesterday, HusDom surprised me by handing me his belt and spontaneously ordering me to go upstairs. Not quite sure what was happening, I obeyed and kneeled while waiting for him, holding the belt out. When he came up, he grabbed a leather cuff set that we bought on Valentines but haven’t used all that much, and proceeded to cuff me into a forced, “face down, ass up” position. From there, we proceeded to have an impact session with the belt with him mostly striking my ass and back upper legs. Then, he reclipped the cuffs so I was forced to stay kneeling, and I proceeded to service his cock until he came in my mouth.

I think he sensed that I was wanting a bit more and I love that he just went for it. It’s things like this where I’m just like, “How did I get so lucky??”