Sorry it took so long to respond. ^.^ I love your blog. I’m fairly new too but I’ll be reading. :-)
The Switch is alive and well. The haze of submissive-ness rose when a sub boy knelt at my feet and begged to be dominated. Now while that was short-lived, the hunger has been re-ignited and the balance is about equal if not tilted towards Dominance just a little.
I think I prefer to be in the center, even keeled. I know my submissive desires and I know my Dominant desires as well.
And I think I crave for a time some sweet male submissive creature to train to be mine in just the way I want. A bedwarmer. A pet. Sometimes a whipping boy but not often. Undeniably male in the sense that he is strong AND confident in his submission. Someone whose life I may improve and whose desires I may see to while he sees to my own.
Idealism much? We’ll see.
My birthday came and went. So did St. Patricks Day. Both went very well.
I encountered someone who wanted to be my submissive. Or so he stated. He’s a bit troubled but even with the quick temper and unruly and frequently drunken behaviour, he’s sweet and smart. I saw potential but he’s impatient. He chose to end the relationship between us yesterday as Domme and submissive because he wanted a full collar immediately. After knowing me a little over two weeks and after episodes that set us back.
It doesn’t work like that. Perhaps he will find what he truly needs one day.
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