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Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Drama

How is it that even with the best of intentions, there is all this drama?

How do we make it stop?


Monday, March 09, 2009
Posession

"Are you my slave?" He asked.

"No," I replied without thinking.

And that, I tried to explain, is exactly why I said no. Because I will simply tell him No to such things, without consulting anyone. Because I'm feisty, and rebellious, and there's not a damn thing that I will ever do simply because he (or anyone) has 'said so.' I have to be convinced, manipulated, or bribed into doing anything I don't inherently enjoy doing.

After telling him all of the reasons I am not his slave, I finally got around to asking his opinion.

"If I want you to be feisty, then feisty doesn't mean you aren't my slave," He said. "I don't want you to not challenge me, and I don't want to change or suppress your nature. I know what the dictionary definition of slavery is, and it doesn't matter. What matters is you and I. Yes, you are my slave."

I smiled, of course. I worship him. I would do anything for him. Including try to suppress my nature -- and I did do that for as long as I could stand, once upon a time. (Not that it worked. At all. But I tried.) Of course I am his slave. He is my god. My One.

Remembering his dislike for the impersonal title, I was left with a question.
"Does this mean you are my Master?"

"Yes," he answered. And then we made love.

He gave me words to say. Vows to repeat. And as I said them against his shoulder, I remembered words I had once written. Lines and vows that I had put to paper, intending for them to be a part of our Someday. Intending to say them as part of a collaring ceremony. The familiarity of what he asked me to speak was not at all suprising.

And, in the end, all I could speak was Him. Daddy. D. My god. My master. My everything.

I am his, and he is...

Mine.


Posted at 10:29 am by Anjelle
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Thursday, March 05, 2009
Make a Wish II

What do you do when they all come true?

 


How Does That Make You Feel?

I'm not a licensed therapist. But there is a boy at work (Alright, I think he's 48, but still) that I counsel. I really enjoy it. It brightens my day just to have him come and talk to me, and unload a little. It happens around once a week. Maybe 15 or 20 minutes. Short sessions, but they seem to help him.

They help me, too. I'm refining my method.

I'm establishing that I want to do this. That I can do it. That it won't mess up my life and sanity to take on someone else. That I can let it go, at the end of the day, and live.

I'm verifying that -- years from now -- it will be worth the money for schooling.


Posted at 03:51 pm by Anjelle
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Wednesday, March 04, 2009
Just Be Clear With Me

You: I think I'm gonna do this, so that you can have alone time.

Me: I don't really need alone time. I'd rather you stay with me.

You: Well, I already told (other person) that I was going to.

I know you don't like to cancel things. So why say 'I think' when what you really mean is 'I am?' Why present it as an idea for discussion, when it doesn't matter what I say about it? And, if it does matter, why would you tell me after it can't be changed?

I accept fully that you don't need my permission to do things. I know and like which of us has control. What sucks is when it seems like you're talking to me, when really you're just telling me. What hurts is when it feels like you're letting me stand, and then the rug is pulled from under me. I don't mind kneeling. Being thrown to the ground unexpectedly isn't cool.


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