Denial Countdown – 3 days left!

Getting nervous for my opera date. I know she and I have been flirting (at the beginning I wasn’t quite sure but I am now reasonably confident šŸ˜), but how it will be in person is a completely different thing. We are meeting up with him for drinks afterward. But of course I don’t ask too many questions. I leave the planning to him. All I know is he is going to make it ‘worth the wait’ and we are going to ‘check some things off’ my bucket list. I am getting wet just writing this. But then again, it doesn’t take much after 27 days of edging.

Denial Day 14 – 16 more to go

I was fully prepared for the physical effects of this process. Needy, aching, wet, and constantly thinking of when this will be over.

What I was not prepared for is the mental effects. I am feeling moody and irritable. The distraction of edging is only a distraction while it is happening and then I am right back to feeling either like I want to cry or scream and punch someone. Apparently the lack of endorphins is getting to me.

Exercise helps, but it wears off quickly. What I really need is a good long hard spanking.

But most of all I feel like I am failing because this gift was supposed to for him and I am having difficulty in these moments focusing on that instead of me.

He tells me daily he appreciates this gift and my effort but it is hard when we are not in the same place.

16 more days. Almost half way. Almost to the downhill. This side of the mountain is steep.

Firm Hand

I seek a man with a firm hand,
For the chaos swirling in me to be tamed,
The desire for needs that could not yet be named.

I seek a man with a firm hand,
To meet me with the force of his will,
Stirring my body until it finally becomes still.

I seek a man with a firm hand,
To be the gentleman who listens when I speak,
Knowing my desire to serve does not make me weak.

I seek a man with a firm hand,
To allow me to lay my darkest thoughts bare,
And is strong enough to hold them with care.

I seek a man with a firm hand,
To help me soar and finally fly free,
And to accept all that is imperfectly me.

Hi! I’m in a ldr for almost 8 months now and it is wonderful. But the last months my daddy is super busy with work and our time communicating has become very scarce. I have trouble dealing with it. I know he has to work and he is often too tired to play but when he isn’t responding to my messages I get these dark thoughts in my head. It is very exhausting for me and he will be getting sick of me getting paranoid soon. He doesn’t deserve this. Do you have tips on how to cope with this? Thank you!

foxyshadow:

freakedoutfalcon:

dwpreturns:

Without more specific information, it’s hard for me to judge whether your paranoia is justified.

The original ask feels kinda familiar to me, because it’s the reason the long-distance dynamic with my first Dom ended. Admittedly, my threshold ofĀ ā€œI can’t do thisā€ was much lower than Anon’s… I lasted scarcely a week of diminished presence/interaction! During that time I realized that the emotional roller-coaster I found myself on when he wasn’t able to be around was too disruptive to my wellbeing and my ability to manage daily life, and I brought things to an end. I didn’t blame him, because his circumstances simply didn’t allow him to be around more, but I recognized that it meant we weren’t right for each other.

I went back and forth a lot of times leading up to the end of that dynamic, during theĀ ā€œendingā€ conversations, and for a couple of weeks afterwards. I still wonder sometimes if I was over-sensitive. However, my conclusion keeps being this: For whatever reason, in order for me to submit and feel safe and okay making myself vulnerable like that, I need the other person to be present. I need a certain amount of time, interaction, affirmation, etc. And yeah, that makes me feel really needy, which threatens to reactivate all sorts of insecurities every time it comes up; but whether it’s aĀ ā€œgood thingā€ or aĀ ā€œbad thingā€, the fact remains that it’s how I am. Maybe with time I might feel lessĀ ā€œneedyā€ but maybe not. Whatever the case, I need a Dom’s active presence—his time and attention—in order to access my submission. If it’s not available, I start closing down… locking up the opened doors of vulnerability. I have simply had to accept that it’s part of how I’m wired, and that it’s a necessary part of any dynamic for me, whether long-distance or not.

I think I’ve come to believe that it’s okay to acknowledge these kinds of needs, even if they seemĀ ā€œobjectivelyā€Ā ā€œunreasonableā€ (noting that both terms have problems buried therein). It’s okay to haveĀ needs, and it’s okay for those needs to be acknowledged and addressed with one’s partner(s).

  • Maybe it turns out that one of those needs should be worked on, and that it’s healthy to move in a direction where the need has less of a hold on you.
  • Or maybe it will always be a need, with your relationships accommodating the need in an appropriate way.
  • Or, as terrible as it may feel, maybe it will mean some relationships come to an end, if it proves that your partner(s) can’t accommodate the newly acknowledged need.

Just…don’t be too quick to conclude that it’s a failing, moral or otherwise, on yourĀ part. Recognize, acknowledge, and address the needs you find in yourself. Talk to your partner(s) about it. Talk to trusted friends about it. Learn more about yourself in the process.

This is exactly the addition I had hoped would get written.