TRUST and the catharsis of tears is a repost of a dear friends writing.
With the removal of P from my home life I suddenly had some head space. Not a huge amount, I felt guilty for moving him out and he was still asking me to deal with this, that and the other. The late night knocks on the door, the calls and the texts were not welcome...... Continue Reading →
I may have mentioned my tasks once or twice already but they are such an important part of my relationship with Sir... So I will continue... There were many tasks which had an obvious reason. My liaison with M was a way for sir to see whether I was ready to push myself away from the... Continue Reading →
The seeds of self-worth had been planted. Sir was the cloche around them, and P was my frost. As I continued on my journey with sir my confidence and self-esteem began to grow. I became more assertive at home, and began to stand my ground when the mocking was going on. I would ask P... Continue Reading →
The times we had been able to meet were so intense, and the perfect cherry on top of a wonderful cake, but they were just part of our relationship. It was the work I did for him between scenes, keeping me on the boil and building our connection. I was still looking for that elusive female... Continue Reading →
What he asked of me next was to prove an ongoing source of worry for quite some time. I had told him that I was straight, I felt no sexual attraction to females whatsoever. I had also told him that if something was not a hard limit I would explore my sexuality for him. So... Continue Reading →