Kneel

Last night, i was feeling overwhelmed with affection and gratitude for my blogging buddies, my cyber soulmates, and thinking that i should count my blessing and be more grateful for what i have rather than bemoaning my Dom-less state.  And there’s probably some truth to that.  But ~~

~~ ‘Nilla pointed out that it’s ok to feel whatever i’m feeling, that i don’t have to be grateful all the time, that i can have the whole gamut of emotions and still be ok.

Thanks, ‘Nilla.  Of course, i needed to hear that.

It’s funny.  The things that i say to my clients all day somehow come back to me in your voices.  I can’t tell you how odd, and wonderful, and powerful it is.  The reminders of the things that i know for other people pointed back at me ~~

So thank you for that too.  

For real, much as i love youall, you don’t replace a Dom.  

Sigh.

But that’s ok.  You sure add a bunch of joy to my life.  

{Smiling…} 

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“Come here,” He says.

i stand in front of Him, half-smiling, waiting.  i am wearing His flannel shirt, unbuttoned.

“The shirt,” He says, and i slip it off.   Carefully, i fold it over and lay it on the couch.  

“Get your pillow,” He says, and i’m so pleased i almost giggle.  Yes.  

“Kneel,” He says.

i lay the pillow on the floor; sink to my knees, smoothly, i hope.  

i rock back on my heels, knees apart a little, hands resting on my thighs, palms up.

Smiling… i wait.