
Happy humpday everybody! I couldn’t resist sharing this picture, taken at the end of September. It was the night D and I went to Twisted Boudoir. A happy night, where he took the time to cane, flog, whip and spank me. It was a marvellous night, surrounded by friends and wrapped up in laughter. Though the marks are long since faded, my flesh currently milky white, the memories D blazed across my rear end (and elsewhere) remain.
I was just settling down to tell you all about the pain, searing across my flesh as giggles erupted from behind my grin. The wooden spoon that battered my inner thighs, turning them deep purple under the low level lighting. The meaty thwack-slap that resonated around us as the Tawse repeatedly swiped across my upturned buttocks. The involuntary jerks as the chain flogger bit into the muscles of my back. (Have no fear, it is a light chain and one of the most confusing yet delicious sensations I’ve been on the receiving end of.)
But no, it wasn’t to be. Instead I got distracted.
Back of house, the blog is improving. (Sooo much work! Aspiring bloggers, make sure you research properly before starting up.) But I still have a lot of drafts. More so since the Jetpack prompts have started catching my eye. I save them as posts and then… promptly forget about them. Mind boggled over the vast quantity of writing I have yet to do the question below peeked out from the list.
What are the most important things needed to live a good life?
Looking at the picture, I was torn. Did I want to write a piece about memories of happy times, when D last got to spank me, and I got to spend time with shiny people? Or did I want to write a soul searching piece on important things needed to live a good life?
As it turns out, I didn’t need to choose.
I live a good life. At least, I think I do. And my world is full, but not of the things that – had you asked me ten years ago – I would have thought would bring joy. I am full to bursting overflowing with feelings. Love, joy, sadness, despair, empathy, (occasionally) disgust, contentment, passion, drive and determination. And while I have learnt to feel all of these things from scratch, starting with no-one, and in a secret pit of unfeeling, empty depression. That’s not to say I don’t experience depressive episodes still, that I don’t get overwhelmed, or hurt, or scared. That I don’t (occasionally) want to tell the world to fuck off. But the belief that the negatives are balanced out, or even outweighed by, the positives came as something of a surprise.
In my adult life that belief eluded me until… 2018.
Though I dare say it was creeping up before then, in mid 2018, the flash points that would have forced me to crumple were merely painful bumps in the road. They didn’t force me back into my hole. I wasn’t incapacitated by hopelessness.
You may well ask what caused this change?”
I’ve written about my journey all they way up to New years eve 2018/19. If you’ve not read any of those posts, you can either go back to the start, read them now and come back… Or you can save that for another time and put up with the spoiler: Friends! (And playmates and lovers, but they are also friends so I’ll include them under one label.) I had begun to fill my cup with love. When I can’t stop spilling from my cup I’m grateful to have those who would like to hold my cup steady a while, or refill it from their tap.
I do talk a lot about the great people in my world. All gentle folks, even the intensely, sadistic ones, or overbearingly Dominant. I don’t need to spank them, or have them tie me in order to be happy. But sharing my time with incredible, like-minded folks creating adventures and sharing challenges. Usually fellow kinksters, but as often as there might be some kink, they are also vanilla adventures. (Usually met through kink, but more than just being kinky.)
Since leaving P, I’ve built my own little community. Forging meaningful connections, deep friendships. Both in person and, to a lesser extent, online. Events and workshops, not to mention intimate gatherings and one-on-one evenings of rope and cake. And having the confidence to connect with myself, and enjoy self dating. All of this and so much more.
Which brings me back round to the picture of my beaten and bruised bottom. My night out with D, surrounded by friends and fellow adventurers in kink, is a great example of what I need in order to have a good life.
Care, kindness, playfulness, trust, affection, hugs, silliness, conversation and… many cups of tea!
That being said…
While I don’t need anyone to spank me to be happy, it certainly helps.
What do you feel makes for a good life? Is that the same as what brings you happiness? Or are they entwined but separate? Is it the people in your world, love and care, or is it something else entirely? Let me know in the comments.
Did someone mention Friends and Lovers? That’s number seven in Mrs Fever’s 43 for ’23. You can find my version here – Lists, Prompts and Inspiration.
From the story of how the barefoot sub became the woman she is today, to toy reviews, with a hefty dose of contemplation, a sprinkling of erotica and a LOT of nudity in between, you can be sure to find something to tickle your fancy at A Leap Of Faith.
Life is about hard work but also about fun and joyful moments.
Enjoy and be Happy