*** Warning!!!*** For those of you who may not be interested in the frantic wanderings of a submissive woman who is suffering through her time of the month, by all means look away now!!! Consider yourselves forewarned… Wow…I feel off. I can’t collect my thoughts. I feel incapable of engaging in a normal conversation with Daddy. I’m scattered, depressed, and defiant. My body is rebelling against me and I am losing the fight. All I want to do is sleep and/or cry. I hate feeling like this because
it’s not me. This is
not who I am. Of course, I blame it all my parents. When everyone else was asking for a car for their 16th birthday, I asked for a hysterectomy. Do you think they came through? Nope. And I thought they loved me…*sigh* ;)
Ok, ok, now I’m admittedly spilling in to the realm of the overdramatic… Time to get some perspective and straighten my lines of thinking and reasoning. What are the things in my life that I can hold on to in order to anchor myself?
I have a Daddy/Master who loves me very much and always will, despite my monthly crazy spells.
I have a wonderful life as a submissive wife (and am evidently a decent poet to boot!)
Aside from not feeling too well right about now, my body, mind, and soul are in perfect working order and are prepared to serve Daddy in whatever ways he wishes.
Ok, baby girl, let’s focus and breathe… A less crazy tomorrow awaits you!
(I am actually posting this on my "less crazy tomorrow," and it feels great to be out of the hormone fog!!!)
Well, it’s that dastardly time of the month when really intense fucking sessions can prove to be a big nuisance (and yes, “nuisance” is a thinly-veiled euphemism for “rowdy mess”). Normally I’m not too sexually charged during this week each month, but the collaring and the promise of using our new glass dildo have me all riled up! I find myself yearning for the collar, the spankings, and the cervix-bruising pounding that Daddy gives me… But most of all, I crave the peaceful submission that I find in an extreme sex session with Daddy.
