I was not a failure

Since the talk regarding my previous dad, my mind has been doing a lot of time traveling. Not really reliving my past, per se. Just recalling and observing. Dad said not to think too much of that for now, because he wanted to catch me in person if I were to go into a negative spiral. It’s easier said than done. Certain emotions tend to bring out certain memories. When one memory pops up, rest tend to follow. It’s hard sometimes to tell the brain to stop. So I’m coming here more often to write and clear my head.

In the past, whenever I write something, I’d let Hubby and Dad know right away. I’d get their feedbacks and we’d talk after. Recently, I’ve been coming here alone to write. Not even sure why I want this “privacy”. I mean, they can check on this blog any time they want. I just didn’t want to alert them to some of my thoughts right away. I suppose this is a journal of some sort. Just have this odd urge of wanting to distance myself from any of my transient thoughts.

Was flipping through suggested YouTube channels today and stumbled upon a short documentary of an adopted black-asian kid growing up in Shanghai-China. He grew up with his adoptive grandparents and something the grandmother said had struck a cord with me. The grandmother wanted the grandson to succeed not only for himself but for her as well. A little cultural lesson to insert here. In China, it’s really common to see grandparents raising grandchildren while parents were busy off working. I was raised that way. For the first 11 years of my life, I hardly knew my parents other than their voice through our weekly phone calls. So there has always been this saying of making the grandparents proud for kids like me: a product of grandparents’ sweat and tears…

After I came here to live with my parents, I felt personally attacked at times because my personality was not what my parents had expected. I was too shy, was too quiet, too lazy, too slow. Many times, they blamed my grandparents for not raising me right. Some times, I felt the need to defend my grandparents, but most of the time I felt like a failure. I had failed my grandparents because I did not meet my parents standards.

I know now that was not the case. I didn’t fail. In fact, given the circumstances, I did the best I could to represent my grandparents, especially my grandmother. I had showed my parents patience, tolerance, and grace. I never was a brat, I was always considerate even at a young age, I was docile, I was me. I was not a failure but a child who did not fit with their parents ideal image. It still hurts thinking back to those days. I just can’t help it at times to let my mind wander.

I suppose that’s enough of recalling. Only a few more days until Christmas. For those of you parents out there, your kids are not you. Don’t raise them to be like you or push them to acheive a dream you did not acheive. Yes, you created your children. It’s your job to guide them, protect them, and show them way of life. It’s not your job to ask them to be someone they are not.

Honest, not nice

It’s better to be honest, not nice than dishonest, but nice. This is an extension of having a voice. Dad always harps on it and today was my turn to be honest to Dad. It’s extremely uncomfortable for me, the people pleaser, to say something that may hurt or offend Dad. But sticking with Dad’s mantra, I went with the honest route.

We’ve all encountered this scenario at some point in life. With Christmas around the corner, giving and receiving gifts just come with the season. Inevitably, we receive a gift that may not be the best fit, what do we tell that person?! Depends on the situation right? Most of the time, I pretend I really like the gift. Took it home and never to touch it again or I may decide to re-gift that item to someone else whom I think may appreciate it more. Both are not possible options when I opened a box of kitchen knive set from Dad last night. (We decided to open gifts early this year because of our up coming trip, but that will be another story) Anywhoozly, the knives were not what I wanted nor needed…I am looking for a single Chinese chef knife not a set of knives that perform all the functions that a single knife can do…

Rewind back to last year. Dad and I had talked about a type of knife I wanted. We even went to a local butcher shop at one point to look for that particular knife. But it being a small ma and pa shop that served mostly Caucasians (no offence) an every day Chinese chef knife that can cut through bones was a foreign concept for the butcher. Since then, we never spoke of that again. Life got busy and I got distracted, getting a new knife kinda went to the bottom of my wanted list. That is, until last night.

I knew I had to tell Dad that those knives were not a good fit. He tend to follow up on many of his gifts days, weeks, and even year later. He can sniff a lie out from miles away. I had to tell the truth, because he’s going to find out one way or the other. The question is how…Knowing that when Dad send gifts, those gifts were always thoughtful and had always bettered my life in one way or another, I really had a hard time to blurt out whats on my mind. So I remembered the mantra of honest and not nice…

Today on the phone, I was about to blurt out my premade speech, Dad, as if reading my mind, reminded me of honest and not nice. “How?!” Was all I managed to ask. He just chuckled and said he knew the moment I opened that box. So, out came my thoughts and reasonings behind why those knives were not a good fit and such and such knife may be. He listened and took mental notes. As we talked more, I came to learn that he bought that set as a prompt for me to start researching for the knife I wanted. He knew he may be off the mark, but the act of gifting would be enough for me to start looking again. All of a sudden, his intention became clear and I am still amazed at his ability to lay down a path miles ahead for me to follow.

You see, last month I decided to cut back my work hours because Hubby and I are financially sound. More hours at home meant more time for me to experiment in the kitchen. Whats the most important tool an aspiring home chef need? A good quality knife. Dad saw all of that coming and he acted before I realized. So I spent my day today searching for that perfect fit while pondering the meaning of gifting.

Spoke to Hubby that finding a perfect gift should not be a chore. If we truly don’t know what the person need, just ask and seek feed backs. Treat it as a bonding experience. By understanding that gift, you understand a part of that person as well. In a way, the process of finding that gift is more valuable than the gift itself. Afterall, you can’t place a price tag on your love and care for the person who’s have a significant impact on your life.

Happy Holidays everyone.

Stay safe!

Having a Voice

Dad’s most important mantra for me or anyone important in his life is to have a voice. We all have it, but not all of us use it.

It’s not hard to find my voice when life was good. But when life was rough, my first instinct was to bottle up and pretend everything was okay. That pretty much was how I was raised. When problems came up, everything was “fine” so that I was not a bother to anyone else. To intentionally worry someone else was considered rude. It was an odd way of being polite I suppose. No wonder mental health was one of those most overlooked aspect of one’s well-being in a lot of asian cultures.

Looking back in my life, there were a lot of problems that could be solved if people were to simply speak up. Admitting that they need help or admitting that they feel lost or confused or frustrated or any range of emotions is a huge step towards effective communication. Took me a while to finally see the importance of that voice. Certainly took a lot of patience on Dad’s end to get me talking about my real problems. It’s not fair that a lot of times he knew what I was struggling with, but would wait for me to find my voice first before he offered any advice or comfort. But during those time of struggle, I slowly learned to recognize my emotions from my thoughts. I learned to set aside those emotions and convey my thoughts. Things that truly bothered me and steps to solve those problems.

It wasn’t easy initially. In first year or two, I’d find my voice through my emails to Dad. Often times when I spoke to Dad about certain difficult subjects, I get choked up with emotions or I blank out because the noise in my head would prevent me from having any coherent thoughts. After my evening chat with him, I’d spend some quiet time to reflect on what I wanted to say. Writing those thoughts down definitely helped. So I kept at it. Day after day, weeks after weeks. As time went on, I wrote less and less. As I start to understand more of myself and the way I think and feel, I find it a lot easier now voicing my problem and concerns. It’s freeing in away because I can share my burden with someone else. I am not expecting Dad to solve most of my problems, but for him to understand and empathize is enough support for me to find my own answers.

Dad often said that I don’t need to fight a battle alone. I just need to use my voice and help will be there when needed. Am I perfect at finding my voice now? Hell no. I am a girl afterall.

A Story of Two Dads

I have two dads. Well if I want to be technical, I have three dads. I was adopted when I was just 5 months old, so my memory of my biological father is non-existent. That pretty much leaves me with two dads. The dad I grew up with was domineering. I’ve never experienced any physical abuse from him, but he’s done plenty psychological damage that I’d feel even to this day. My current Dad is a dominant. For the past three years we’ve known eachother, he’s undone a lot of damage that my previous dad had inflicted and showed me a kind of paternal love I’ve never experienced.

Two nights ago, I had a nightmare about my previous dad. I felt trapped and terrified to have to go back to my old house to face him. Woke up in a cold sweat and texted Dad briefly about my dream. Dad offered to call, but feeling a bit overly dramatic, I told him I was fine and struggled to go back to sleep. Next morning, on my way to work, I told Dad in detail of what had happend in my dream. Dad explained that the shadow casted by my previous dad is like a boogy man that sometime hunts me when least expected. I haven’t thought much about that man, but when I do, I’d feel my chest tighten ready for fight for flight. Never saw that as an anxiety attack, but it was very much so as Dad had pointed out later.

I’ve cut ties with my previous dad after mom passed away. It’s been years since I’ve last seen or talked to him. There were a lot of legal dispute left tangled between him and I. In his mind he “won”. It was unfair to say the least and he took advantage of whom I was and had gotten away with a lot of the bad things he had done. I was fighting him alone at that time and didn’t have the strength to stand up for my self. I ran away from him and closed that chapter with much resentment and hurt…but now with support of Dad and Hubby…we are actually thinking of revisiting that horrible chapter. It’s not really for money per se but for justice. A closure that I need to fight back the boogy man…An unthinkable is now something that has been occupying my mind lately.

I can feel my heart racing and hand sweating just at the thought of confronting him. Honestly told Dad that I still do not have the courage to face previous dad alone. Dad mentioned not to worry. We will work at my own pace and stop when I need to. It’s about healing not revenge. May hurt a bit during the process but should never aim to do more damage. Told Dad that I want a win-win outcome this time. I wish no harm to my previous father, but at the same time I want a peaceful resolution so that the boogy man no longer exist in little girl’s world. “We will try” Dad said “we will try”


An odd article recently popped up on my BBC news feed that there is a guy in Sweden who practices therapeutic shibari on people who may benefit from being bound. It immediately piqued my interest and the submissive side of me waited patiently and breached the subject to Dad that same day. For those who just joined my blog, Dad has been very adamant and very careful about not doing any “kink” related activities between him and I. He’s more than happy to answer any questions Hubby and I have relating to kink, but he actively avoids that type of relationship between him and I.

That and along with not being able to assign Dad any other lables other than Dad has been a huge source of frustration to her, the submissive. So when I tentatively asked him if he’d be interested in tying me up in a platonic way just to quiet my mind, I wasn’t expecting much other than another firm “no”. To my surprise, he agreed. The door finally cracked open… well just a little bit.

The irony to the whole situation is that I am so used to Dad saying no, I don’t know what to react when he said yes. Her mind is not racing in a sub frenzy way as I would’ve expected. She is actually approaching this in a calm and rational manner. She communicated with rest of me and we approached Hubby with the news. Initially she was sure she wanted it and needed it, but as we sat down and talked more, we realized the danger of it and she grew hesitant and called it off with Dad. Until Hubby and I are both okay, we will not proceed. That’s the rule set by Dad and she wants to dig deep to see if Hubby is truly okay with that.

You see, currently Hubby is not actively engaged with the submissive side of me. To be frank, he don’t really understand her. He’s grown somewhat apathetic towards her as she‘s mostly taken care of by Dad. Hubby just, over time, grew apart from her. He is still close to the little girl and big girl part of me, but he has little to no connection to her. She is worried that if she was to allow Dad to tie her up, she‘d grow more distant from Hubby and closer to Dad. Therefore putting a strain on the marriage. It’s a real danger. she knows it, Hubby knows it, and Dad knows it as well. An physical act of submission can be extremely sacred to her. Had expressed to Hubby that even a simple act of kneeling by Dad’s side (if Dad allows) can have a profound impact on her psyche. If Hubby remains apathetic towards her, then she’d rather forego her desires and preserve the marriage…As painful as it maybe for her, it will be more painful if our marriage goes down the drain.

That talk seemed to have triggered something in Hubby. He expressed that he will no longer hide from her and will at least try to understand her. Whether or not he will get “It” does not really matter that much anymore. As long as Hubby is actively engaging with her and trying to understand her, she will feel more comfortable with trying therapeutic bondage with Dad.

At this point, it’s up to Dad to decide what to do and it’s up to Hubby to put in the effort in understanding her. As far as she goes, she is just happy that Dad has yielded a little to her desire. She is just simply content at current turn of events and dared not to ask for more. Looking forward to Hubby’s reintroduction to her, and looking forward to what the future will hold.

Platonic D/s relationship

If you type “Platonic D/s relationship” in Google or Fetlife or any other web sites, the results that come up are often of little value. I’ve been doing a lot of research on that topic, since my relationship with Daddy is not completely Daddy/little nor is it full blown D/s complete with whips and chains. My curious mind wants to find something that fits. I want to learn more and know more. I want to understand. I want to define that relationship so that I can explain what it is. By understanding, I can help others like me who are seeking such relationships. I am afraid a single post is not going to cover all. But down the rabbit hole we go, if you are willing to explore.

Keep in mind, each relationship is unique. Some questions or concerns are better left to the parties envolved to explore and discover. What I am writing here are some things that I noted and feel comfortable to share. Hope by writing this, I’ll be able clear your mind as well as mine.

From the very beginning, Dad has been clear to me that there cannot be any sexual understone to our relationship. He’s firm on that rule and he’d stop me in my tracks if any topics come remotely close to anything that may undermine my marriage. At times, I felt extremely frustrated. Because, I too, want to play. I want to claim him as MY Dominant. My Sir. There lies the danger though. That kind of thinking will eventually destroy my marriage. Both Dad and I know that, so we do our best to avoid going down that path. When I periodically fail to understand, Dad would patiently hold my hand and guide me back to the right path.

What exist between Dad and I is profound. Something that I, at times, struggle to understand. Three years ago, I went to him for guidance and leadership. One topic led to another, we just connected. I asked him to adopt me as his daughter, he agreed and turned around to say I adopted him instead. Guess at this point, we adopted each other into our lives that we each can no longer live without. At one point, we even agreed that we are soul bound. Yes, that can happen out side of marriage. People can be soulmates without getting married and without having sex. Took me a while to wrap my head around that, but it made sense.

He is a natural leader and I respond to him almost effortlessly. There was never a need for him to coerce me into doing anything. He didn’t need to treaten me with a spanking or any punishments. He’d make a suggestion that betters my life, I’d usually follow without much compliant. Mind you, some of those suggestions do require me to work extra or sacrifice some. The end results, however, have always been rewarding. My relationship with Hubby is now a lot more stable. I developed a habit of tracking our finances each day. So other than our mortgage, we are completely debt free. Heck, I even lost 20lbs during the process. Climbed a hill the other day without huffing and puffing was a good feeling. One good thing led to another, my life is a lot more stable now compared to 3 years ago. Now, that’s something to tout about in face of a pandemic.

Having said all of that, I walked into Dad’s world when he was at his lowest point in life. He is human just like any of us. I can see his weakness clear as day. Instinctually, I want to make his life better as he did with mine. You know how macho men can be when faced with their weakness. There was resistance at first, but as trust and respect grew, he is more accepting of my help now. He call it nagging or hagging or what have you, I have my ways to make sure his needs are met as well.

He leads, I follow. He is my protector, I am his safety net. All of this can be done without sex or play. I am starting to unlearn some of the things I know about D/s and adjust to his style of parenting and leadership. A helpful tidbits for those of you who are still interested in platonic D/s relationship, punishment should only be the last resort. Both Dominant and submissive have failed in one way or another if punishment is needed to absolve a problem.

That’s all for today. Shall ask Dad more questions when mind is less tired. Stay safe everyone.

An Itch to Write

Been having issues with wp that my posts are not posted properly. But since I want to clear my head and organize my thoughts, I’ll still write some here. If it gets read, great! if not, I’d still reach my original goal of just clearing my head.

I am a submissive by nature. No doubt with that statement. From my daily interactions with my clients and coworkers, my relationship with Hubby, to my relationship with my Dad 3.0 all revolve around my need to please others. Sometimes, I’d bend over backwards so much to make other happy, I’d wore myself out and become a person I didn’t intend to be. During those times, I need someone who can read the situation and tell me when to stop. Or redirect some of my energy to something that’s more important in my life. Someone to ground me, when I am spiraling out of control. Someone to confide with, when I am having a bad day. Someone who has the courage to tell me that I am right or wrong. Someone whom I can look up to and be like “you know what? If I am half as good or intelligent as that person, I’d be happy!”

Of course that someone I am talking about is my Dad 3.0. He has all of those above qualities and more. He has his weaknesses as well. After all he is human just like any of us. Out side of my marriage. I have wanted Dad 3.0 to be my Dominant and I want to be his submissive. It’s a subject I spoke about with him ad nauseum. The ultimate answer from him has always been a firm “No”. I often felt hurt in those conversations, but as days, weeks, and months go by, I tend to recover more quickly as I am starting to understand the reason behind his “No”.

Any D/s couple can tell you that their relationship can be charged with incredible amount of sexual tension. As Daddy has pointed out, sex or play scenes only comprise about 3-4% of any couples’ lives. Rest of the times spent together are just day to day interactions. There are good and bad days. Most of the days are just mundane. What we read about on internet and books tend to skew our perception of what a D/s lifestyle really is behind doors. Having said that, Dad did not want me as his submissive for the simple reason of the precarious nature of that arrangement. Once agreed upon, it’s a slippery slop from there. I clearly know that as I am extremely curious into any thing BDSM. That alone lies the danger to my marriage. So we agreed not to open that Pandora’s box.

That, my dear readers, leaves us 94% of our time in a father-daughter relationship. Once BDSM is taken out of the equation, things become more simple. Less land mines to step on per se. Dad still provides me with what I need to thrive. Remember the part about what I need when I am spiraling out of control? Dad is that touch stone that centers my life. He still fills a lot of the roles a good dominant should have. The relationship is there alive and strong. I am starting to realize that no special titles are needed between him and me. He is Daddy and I am his little girl. Cared for, loved for, and forever goofy and curious.

How to “safeword” a relationship

I’ve been spending a lot of time on other aspects of my life lately that I’ve been neglecting this blog for eons it seems. What important stuff? You ask. Well, you know, saving money and loosing weight. As it turns out, they kinda go hand in hand. Eat less, weigh less. Anywhoozly, that’s not what I came here to write about. Use of a different kind of safeword in any relationship shall be my main focus today.

Life will always have its ups and downs. Year 2020 is the year where life decided to play a joke on us all. Endured loads of changes since March. By now, you’d think I should adapt to all the changes that were thrown at me, but as it turned out, I had a straw that broke a camel’s back moment this past weekend. I shut down. There wasn’t any shouting nor lashing out, I just went silent. I hid in our bedroom, spaced out, and all the problems that were bothering me, just for a brief moment, went away. I usually spend that time chatting with Dad. But I didn’t want to alarm him that something went wrong, so I just went poof for twelve or so hours. Dad, being who he is, was naturally displeased with my decision. We spoke about what had happend, and as I came to realize today, I may choose to “safeword” in those situations with Dad.

There are constant daily exchanges between Dad and I. Despite him living thousands of miles away, he pretty much knows about my schedule and whereabouts majority of the time. He wanted to make sure that I am in a good place before he goes to sleep. Any problems that came up during work tend to melt away as I chat with him on my way home. Apparently, there is this nonstop engagement that I sometimes need a break from. Didn’t know that it could happen, but it happened. I was afraid to tell him I wanted to disengage so I could have more room to think and sort out my thoughts and emotions. I didn’t want him to worry and I certainly didn’t want to draw his attention. I felt vulnerable, but at the same time I was afraid of myself for lashing out or saying something wrong to offend…I ended up worrying him. Felt bad afterwards and now I learned a better way to go about that problem.

Dad mentioned that in those situations, all I need to do is to alert him that I needed a safe, quiet space to myself. Trust that he will respect that quiet space. When I feel ready to talk, he will listen and offer help when needed. He said that is akin to safeword in a scene. That simple gesture will alow me the space to breathe while not alarming him. We can then regroup later and talk about what had happend. This same concept can be applied to my relationship with Hubby. That way, I can avoid making mistakes in heat of the moment and communicate in a more effective way afterwards. Shall definitely give it a try the next time when I feel like shutting down. Can’t promise I’d do it all the time, but I will try.

Now to make things less serious and slightly more light hearted, I shall think of a funny safeword for those situations…

Mandarin word of the day: 父亲 (Father)

An interesting thought came up the other day while talking to Dad on the phone. We were talking about how ecstatic I was walking inside an Asian market when we visited Dad a few weeks back. I was amused by the fact that I was the only Chinese girl trailed by two white guys. While Hubby was no stranger to asian markets, it was Dad’s first time visiting one. Him being a redneck and all made the trip even more amusing and memorable as I twirled around the market showing him what a bitter melon was, what my favorite childhood candies look like, and how preserved duck eggs appear dark in color… I was casually conversing with the clerk in mandarin as we checked out, a thought gradually came about and materialized the other day when we revisited that particular memory.

You see I am still adjusting to the fact that I now have a father who cares for and loves me as if I am his own. The transition for him to have a second daughter has been effortless and natural. However, for me, I still struggle at times. I thought to the period when I was with my previous father, how uncomfortable and fearful I was of him. There was no cultural nor language barrier between him and I, yet we were distant. There’s a lot of pain lingering from that relationship. So naturally I am slightly reserved with this one. Afterall, how could a redneck with minimal knowledge of Chinese culture understand me let alone be my father? Yet as unlikely as the arrangement may seem, our relationship grows stronger each day as we talk about our daily lives, explore our strength and weakness, share our thoughts, participate in our shenanigans, and more…

The thought, as I told Dad, was that if I were to introduce him as my Dad in mandarin to other people such as to that store clerk, there will be this sense of finality to my relationship with him. To this day, I’ve been referring him as Dad in English but never in manderin. To refer to him as 父亲 (father) or 爸爸(dad), in my mind, will psychologically and permanently replace my previous dad. It’s odd, I know, but instead of uttering those words with distain or trepidation, I’ll be casually saying “他是我爸 (he is my Dad)” with sense of love and pride. I’d say I’ve reached a milestone for my mind to come up with that thought. It means my mind is more at ease and is healing from my past. Eventhough, there are still some kinks to work out here and there, but I am happy where I am. Eachday when I wake up knowing that my loved ones are safe and sound is another beautiful day!

An Elementary Writing Prompt

Remember those elementary writing assignments that had asked you to write about your dad or mom? I used to draw a blank on those essays because my knowledge of my Dad 2.0 or Mom 2.0 was next to zero. Made up a lot of generic traits that a dad or mom should have. Barely squeezed by with passing grade and life went on. Never gave it much thought until now. I want to attempt this assignment again with a twist. I will write about Dad 3.0, my Daddy Dom.

Life tend to be one dimensional when we were kids. Personalities and emotions then were not as complex. I was an obedient kid. Parents were parents. Nothing more and nothing less. That obedience has now blossomed to full submission. My interaction with Dad 3.0 is a mixture of father-daughter and dominant-submissive. D/s has been an added dimension that enriches our fundamental father-daughter relationship. Because I am married to Hubby, Dad and I are very careful at safe guarding my marriage while maintaining a unique D/s dynamic thats seldomly mentioned in blogs I’ve read.

I do not identify with Littles. There is a little girl inside of me thats true, but I do not like age play. None of the glitters, coloring books, nor stuffed animals. I am an adult but still kid at heart. Adult responsibilities will always come first. When there is room to play, I will play. Dad treats me in such way.

Dad 3.0 is wise and patient. I’ve never seen him lose his temper. He is a very giving person. He’d give and give until there is nothing to give. He is not perfect and has his vices. He’d always place others before him to a point he neglects himself. Sometimes it agitates me to hear his tired voice over the phone. He’s out helping his neighbors again. Has he had enough to eat or has he had enough sleep?

He is the leader of our family of four: my sister, Hubby, and I. He’s made and learned from a lot of his mistakes in life, thus his wisdom I come to respect. He don’t like to force any of us to do things he wanted. He’d see things that would benefit us and would persistently (sometimes annoyingly) point us toward the direction he wants us to go. He is willing to see us make our own mistakes. As long as there’s no major harm, he is willing to let us struggle and learn from our failures.

I don’t like to be a brat. In fact I hate to be a brat just to get his attention. I always want to strive for my best. When I come up short, I have a bad habit of being overly critical with myself. I had asked Dad to spank me once. Dad simply said no and walked me through my problems without me feeling less of myself. Him and I both know that spanking is not an effective punishment for me. He’d rather not use it unless he feel the absolute need to. Many times a slight change in his tone of voice is enough for me. I know I’ve disappointed him and I feel awful when that happens. When he sees that, he will use that opportunity to build me up rather than to tear me down. What once was a problem would soon dissolve into tears followed by laughter.

I am his daughter first and foremost. Our D/s relationship just formed naturally from there. We have our set routines of checking into eachother. Those routines are not preset rules, those formed because we deeply cares about eachother. Submission, in my mind, is about seeing the wisdom in Dad and follow with an inquisitive mind. It’s being my Dad’s safety net, because we are all humans. When he fails, I can step up and help. Submission is active not passive. It’s about seeing the need in him and fulfilling that need. I suppose Dad will say the same thing but bit different from a Dominant’s perspective. Principle is the same, fufilling eachother’s needs.. Ying and yang. What a beautiful simple concept and image in my mind…

There, finally a peice I am satisfied with to fulfill that decade old writing prompt. In this day and age, my elementary school teacher will probably have a coronary reading about D/s relationship. That somehow tickles me to no end. Some people will never get It. Oh well…