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Added 2019-10-02 16:35:09 +0000 UTCIām feeling like somebodyās baby. But Iām not. Iām a lot of things, to a lot of people, but Iām nobodyās baby. I miss that tenderness, the grounding hold of being owned. I really do. But I also love the time Iāve gained by belonging to only me.
Itās dark and raining and I have all the windows open and Iām in my pyjamas and I donāt have to get pretty for anyone. I donāt have to meet anyoneās expectations. I donāt have to make anyone happy except myself. And Iām getting real good at that. I made all my deadlines yesterday and my appointment this morning was cancelled. So Iām gonna smoke a joint in the rain and then have a hot shower and deep condition my hair. Then Iām going to curl up on the couch and binge watch The Deuce. Maybe get myself off to the sound of the rain. Maybe listen to Lana Del Rey and write. Iām my own baby these days. I have the time and the energy to spoil myself, and nobody else is gonna do it for me.
When my mind drifts I think about being submissive again. I toy with the idea of manifesting it into my life. I picture some hot older dominant lady I can worship and serve. I picture her boots and her hands. I picture my head in her lap. I allow myself a sip of the relief that comes with knowing someone will put you in your place.
But todayās not that day and Iām in my place; at home with a soft blanket and all of the lights off. The rain is steady and slows my heartbeat. One day Iāll be somebodyās treasure, someoneās devoted little girl. A car alarm sounds. I snap out of my daydream. I miss being somebodyās baby.
Comments
Hugs. I can understand that. For me, I miss being āIn Lovedā by someone.
Daniel Drew
2019-10-02 21:15:18 +0000 UTC
