I had such hopes it would rain as I saw that in the forecast. But so far there is nary a drop. I need the rain to help my spirits. Too many sunny days are hard for me to take.
The more I seek a Master, the more I know I do so for emotional satisfaction as much as sexual. This concerns me as I do not know how much emotional satisfaction a Master might afford. I am sent offers from sadists and those who enjoy humiliation for sexual pleasure. I politely decline them of course.
I watch my dog Dash and see myself in him. He sits at my feet deeply wanting to please, to be played with, to be petted, to do something right. When Doms call me “pet” I brighten at the phrase. Although my idea of a pet and theirs’ may be wholly different.
One is writing me from *****. He has been very pleasant but he did mention the word “cage” and seems to enjoy bondage more than I do, at least for now. Bondage, as in physical restraint, has not been really my thing.
Another from ******* has not yet shown himself to me. Though we have been in contact over a week he has not made but one effort to see me face to face and had to cancel that one. This is a concern to me. I know there are gamers on the site.
A great many out of state Masters write and I politely explain about a need for local. They are for the most part extremely polite and courteous as well in their acceptance of my reply.
But today is one of those days when I desperately wish to be at boot heel with my head lying against him, having him touch me and use me. To see his pleasure on his face from what I do to please him. To hear the sounds he makes taking me. To be able to serve him.
Instead I sit at a computer reading police reports and documents relaying information about people who hurt their kids. I need no sadists to cause me pain. My empathy for the kids is sufficient. |