I am “ringing in the new year” with no bells, no screaming, no alcohol, nor am I with anyone, but, alas, for me it is perfect.
What am I doing then?
I am curled up by the fire in the fireplace, watching chick flicks with my family, drinking sparkling pink lemonade, eating chocolate peanut butter pie, and talking with my tigger.
For me, this is perfect.
Happy new year! May 2014 bring us many blessings in life.
GB&U
The worst punishment that a dominate could give a submissive is no communication.
To people outside of the bdsm world, this punishment doesn’t seem awful, but it really, truly is. As subs, we depend so much on our doms from what we wear day to day to what we are allowed to eat to following their rules and the subsequent punishments that go with them. We like getting told by our doms that we are “good” and that they are “proud of us”. They own us and we are submissive to them. They are independent and we are dependent; it is how we exist in this world and we are fine with this fact.
My Sir isn’t only my dom, he is also my friend, my sounding board, my lover, and my tigger. To not talk to him makes me scared. He completes me and I complete him. The fear that he got me to share during the sentencing of this punishment is that when he gives me these no communication punishments is that he won’t talk to me after the punishment is up.
After I told him this, he told me that if I really need to talk to him, I can. He won’t consider it breaking the rules; as he put it, “there is always exceptions to the rule” and if I need to talk to him, he is ALWAYS there for me.
Here is why my Sir punished me: I added too many hours at work without his permission. Sir felt like a no other punishment would make the message clear, so I earned one week without talking to him. The sentence has been served and I am allowed to talk to my Sir tonight when he calls me at 10pm.
I am so excited to talk to my tigger and I can’t wait to hear his voice again. I can certainly say this- I will NOT be going against this rule again. I am sorry that I went against it this time.
I hope you all are having a loving evening with your family, friends, and loved ones. I am sitting by the fire, enjoying a cup of hot tea, and watching the “Grinch Who Stole Christmas” with my family.
Whatever your holiday plans are, I hope you have a safe journey, stay warm, stay safe, and have a happy holiday!
Love you all,
GB&U
P.S. To all of us submissives out there I hope that we can please our Sirs. Maybe we get a christmas orgasm or two!
I do have to admit it is really nice to write. I missed it, but life really needed my full attention.
Here is a little of what has been going on:
Between all of that and the lack of sleep, I haven’t been able to write.
Here are the shoes, technically I should call them sculptures: 12 Shoes for 12 Lovers.
The creator, Sebastian Errazuriz, created the shoes to represent his past lovers. Some are a little out there, but some of them I would go out and buy them. The one that I loved was The Honey.
Check it out!
I know I haven’t posted in ten days and I apologize; however, my grandmother, Nan, has been in and out of the hospital during these ten hellish days and is now in a nursing home. Everyone is telling me that she will be fine, but it is just a facade.
The truth is that she is going to pass away within the next two years, she is really frail and is suffering from congestive heart failure.
It is really hard to see her like this. My Nanny. I love her so much and I am not ready to lose her yet. I still need so much from her. This situation is extremely tough because we have to appear to be optimistic, but at the same time ready ourselves to let her go.
It is the letting go part that I am not ready for. I am not ready to lose her. Mentally she is still extremely sharp, physically she is wasting away.
I am so scared.
Something bugged me all through my shift at work today.
The person I was sharing my workspace with kept sharing his opinion about everyone as they were walking through the door. They weren’t nice opinions; they were judgemental, rude, racist, and completely inappropriate. I told him every time that he shared his opinions what I think of not only his opinions, but also him for saying them. I stuck to my beliefs and stood up for the ones that he was hurting indirectly.
Life is too short to be so incredibly mean to others. We don’t know what they are going through and we should be sharing a smile or a “good day” to people. We shouldn’t express or even think of these things. I know it happens every now and then, but to become better people in life, it is very detrimental to do these things; it shows that we don’t care about anyone else besides ourselves.
My challenge to you dear readers and even to myself is to be kind; treat others how you would like to be treated, and if you are having a bad day instead of showing a frown, greet others with a smile, because their day could be worse than yours. Think outside of the box and be kind.
It really does go a long way, it doesn’t need to be anything big. Just a smile, holding the door for someone, or even saying, “thank you”.
All I ask of you is that you try your best.
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