wandering, unexpected.

hello.

did you know i have a submissive? theres a boy that calls me sometimes, begging, literally to come over, and serve me. he brings me various forms of recreational substances, and cleans my house. all he wants, is for me to spank him when he misbehaves, and to mash tall high heeled boots into his crotch. one of these times, i'll have to write out the entire scene, one of few we've had, for you to read about.. its crazy. one of my coworkers was joking a few weeks ago, about how under cover im a domme, giggling about my soft spoken voice yelling at someone, with whips and chains in my hands. meanwhile... there i am last night with a boy in black panties folding my laundry. wild.

theres a definate confidence that comes out in these roles, that i wish i could access in all parts of my life. the assertion of yes, i can. i am. what i say goes. decisiveness.

solid.

maybe, bit by bit, i will accomplish this.