Routine and Rituals
The heart and soul of a subs life. What make her/him tick is quite simple…
Routine and Rituals
She/he can satisfy themselves (not as pleasurable) and can still be submissive without a Master. But when unowned, released the hardest thing to break is the routine and rituals.
My heart isn’t ripped apart just aches. We remain friends. I have learnt so much and grateful for all your teachings. I thank you for that and your friendship and loyalty. We had fun. Things are getting better but I wanted to blog my scribbles from a few weeks ago….
My mind hurts. This is the part of my day, the start of every day, my ritual that I kneel, naked. I prepare myself. His body, his property for whatever is his want today. Routine and rituals.
My Cunt aches. A hot or cold flannel on my pressing against my clit, this routine is to remind me every morning who controls and owns that cunt. But my cunt now as no longer owned, controlled. I can kneel as a mediation for me, but it is not the same. It’s not the routine. It’s not the ritual. It’s for “you” and “we” are no longer “us”. Routine and Rituals.
I pick up my phone to say good morning. The same message and reply every morning. Routine and Rituals.
I pick up my phone to say good night. The same message and reply every night. Routine and Rituals.
Routine and Rituals
She/he can satisfy themselves (not as pleasurable) and can still be submissive without a Master. But when unowned, released the hardest thing to break is the routine and rituals.
My heart isn’t ripped apart just aches. We remain friends. I have learnt so much and grateful for all your teachings. I thank you for that and your friendship and loyalty. We had fun. Things are getting better but I wanted to blog my scribbles from a few weeks ago….
My mind hurts. This is the part of my day, the start of every day, my ritual that I kneel, naked. I prepare myself. His body, his property for whatever is his want today. Routine and rituals.
My Cunt aches. A hot or cold flannel on my pressing against my clit, this routine is to remind me every morning who controls and owns that cunt. But my cunt now as no longer owned, controlled. I can kneel as a mediation for me, but it is not the same. It’s not the routine. It’s not the ritual. It’s for “you” and “we” are no longer “us”. Routine and Rituals.
I pick up my phone to say good morning. The same message and reply every morning. Routine and Rituals.
I pick up my phone to say good night. The same message and reply every night. Routine and Rituals.
2 years ago