He is my sub, I am his Queen.
I am owned as thoroughly as he. Equally, with different responsibilities and tasks.
Were I to abandon my new scarf by leaving it on a subway, it will no longer be my scarf. Someone else will pick it up, and it will become theirs.
It remains mine only so long as I keep investing myself in it and it’s care.
(Interestingly, the original meaning of “invest” is to clothe yourself with something, to enter into something that you wrap around yourself.)
I just recently began noticing this, then realized it’s always happened, but I wasn’t savvy to it. I’ll ask a question, and when someone answers,
I know these cocks. Two wonderful, amazing cocks. Each owns a perfectly average guy. One cock, let’s call him S, owns a 5’9″ Italian guy
“You’re not submissive!” If you’re an alpha submissive, you’ve heard this enough times that you may even be starting to believe them. After all, you’re
Yes, I’m starting out with a gender stereotype, because it’s one I’ve heard over and over and over again. And it’s not true. At least
“Real dominants don’t ask the opinions of others.” “Real dominants don’t allow questions from their submissive.” “Real dominants don’t accept limits or requirements from anyone.”
In my experience, no. Not good ones. Your relationship with your best friends are not hard work, right? Why would it be hard work for
Good luck with that. Really. Good luck. I’m not worried? Nope. Why should I be?
Someone replied to a post I made in my Women in Charge Facebook group, and said: love is truly wanting what’s best for another with
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