I’m a averagely expereinced Dom and my Sub (God Bless her little cotton socks (yes, with the cute little pink pom-poms) are just arriving into the DDLG space.
I just want commend G on her blog.
It has provided me with (much needed!) guidance on how to PROPERLY traverse the very delicate balance between the intermingled spaces of BDSM and DDLG and, treat my (comparatively - 3 months) new Sub in the LG role she wants (which is new and different for me) in the BEST way I can.
Being a beginner and, after reading this blog the stress given to aftercare CANNOT be reinforced enough (learnt early from the D/S space for most I hope!).
It seems the more the world evolves the more.. ‘vanilla’ BDSM becomes - but less and less understanding is also evident. Crap in certain recent books and films makes everyone think they’re Dom or Sub, but gives them absolutely zero insight into the psychology of a Sub-Drop, or for that mater, the much less ‘talked about’ Dom Drop, or anything else that truly matters in our world.
Anyway - I rant.
Thanks G for an AWESOME forum/blog.
My congrats to you and anyone who you deem worthy to love, in whatever role or capacity.
-T
T,
Thank you so much for your lovely note. I’m so glad my blog has helped you start your new adventure off in the best way possible! I have taken a bit of a hiatus from my LG role to recover from the loss of the nearly 3 year relationship I held so dearly. I hope to be back soon, but time is my healer. My words and advice remain on the blog for inspiration - please share them.
~G
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Dean has lived under the pretence of being a switch since he presented as a teen twenty years ago. He gets by, but his body makes ignoring his true designation harder and harder the older he becomes.
Enter Castiel, a dom so different to everyone Dean has ever been with. Can he help him embrace his submissive side in a healthy way?
It’s soo good to be back to my normal bimbo happy self again. Being in supdrop was difficult as I was so confused as to how I was feeling. I felt low and shitty because I was ill and tired. The care I received from my amazing owner I’m forever grateful for! He was there to look after me and even helped cleared my mind that I was being silly. I don’t know where I’d be without him, his love, support and care. It’s ok not to be ok. Got a busy week ahead with my escorting so also back to being the whore that I am hehe. Ohhh I love the life of being a slutty bimbo fucktoy
Summary:Jensen is Y/N’s favourite client, but a shocking turn of events leads to interesting thrills, deep secrets and an outcome no one could predict.
Rating:18+
PartTags:angst, flirting, teasing, jealousy, dub-con tones, possessive!Jensen, daddy kink, foursome, bondage, p in v, orgams, sub-drop type situation, tones of dark!Jensen, fluffy!Jeff
Her mind was a cinema, the projector reeling off the past hour in minute detail, and with such raw, visceral power that she was feeling it pass through her body all over again. Each little thing that flashed before the screen of her mind, and she’d have another electric thrill jolt down her spine.
It happened each time, the moment he was finished, she’d have to brush him off and just be for twenty minutes, or an hour. It wasn’t the clock that she was watching, but each moment of what had just taken place. She needed to process, but more importantly she wanted to squeeze each and every second for as much pleasure as it would give.
After a while, she’d get all bothered again. Squirmy, even. But it was a mellow, happy kind of bothered, where she could just savour it, knowing exactly where it had come from, and where it was going to go. Eventually she’d begin to calm, her heart rate would start to come down, and she could think about relaxing.
When she’d resurface, wandering into the room a little meek, and a little coy, he’d make a quip about her doing her make up, perhaps, or just generally attending lady business, and she’d roll her eyes and smile. And then they’d sit on the sofa, perhaps watch a little television.
But she could never really turn off that cinema in her head. It was endlessly playing reruns, and while she could ignore it most of the time, little things would pull her attention back to it, and she’d be enraptured all over again, bothered and squirmy without a moment’s warning.
