Your tactile craft was so potent,
the kiss of a dandelion seed tossed my senses into overdrive.
Your Sir said to ‘hold tight’.
And Master took it from there.
Master asked for a Fantasy. Something to bounce off of – dievca is sure.
He’s back from traveling and tomorrow is convienient to meet.
But as dievca worked 9 hours, had an issue with a plumber after work, passed out on the sofa for an hour, ate spaghettios, wasabi peas and fruit for dinner. she is finally having a glass of wine – but, no BDSM fantasy is coming to mind.
Just a blog post.
A short one at that.
Merriam-Webster defines burnout as “ the condition of someone who has become very physically and emotionally tired after doing a difficult job for a long time”. As much as we s-types do love being submissive and serving, I doubt anyone is going to debate the fact that what we do can be a difficult job and is definitely a long term job.
A D/s relationship requires two individuals to Tango. One partner cannot be expected to be the one to act or plan or suggest all the time. The other partner has to step up, sometimes. Make sure in your relationships, Vanilla or BDSM that you put your time and input in — your partner might need your help. Planning and fantasies are not just the submissive’s domain or the Dominant’s domain — sometimes there needs to be flexibility, communication and a bounce-off platform from the other side.
Master asked for a Fantasy.
His dievca is just not able to produce one at this moment.
she will ask for His help.
A "Thank You" to the submissiveguide.com for voicing some of the feelings swirling around in dievca's head (above quote).
What’s in the sack? What’s in the sack?
Is it some mushrooms or is it the moon?
Is it love letters or downy goosefeathers?
Or maybe the world’s most enormous balloon?
What’s in the sack? That’s all they ask me.
Could it be popcorn or marbles or books?
Is it two years’ worth of your dirty laundry,
Or the biggest ol’ meatball that’s ever been cooked?
Does anyone ask me, “Hey, when is your birthday?”
“Can you play Monopoly?” “Do you like beans?”
“What is the capital of Yugoslavia?”
Or “Who embroidered that rose on your jeans?”
No, what’s in the sack? That’s all they care about.
Is it a rock or a rolled-up giraffe?
Is it pickles or nickels or busted bicycles?
And if we guess it, will you give us half?
Do they ask where I’ve been, or how long I’ll be stayin’,
Where I’ll be goin’, or when I’ll be back,
Or “How do?” or “What’s new?” or “Hey, why are you blue?”
No, all they keep asking is, “What’s in the sack?”
“What’s in the sack?” I’m blowin’ my stack
At the next one who asks me, “What’s in the sack?”
Oh no. Not you, too!
What’s in the sack?
dievca’s wallet, phone, schedule book, lip balm, Master’s Cuffs and Straps – would you like to see?
dievca’s happy there aren’t bag checks
for the NYC subway system. 🙂
Morning with Family,
Afternoon with Master!
Can you guess which activity might be more fun?
May a treat be waiting for you, too!