Note-this is solely my opinion.

I always identified as a submissive. I hated the word slave and was sure that would never be me. I originally viewed a slave who was someone who had no input, no limits and was forbidden from stating their thoughts feelings or concerns.

I am a brat. I have an opinion on everything. If I feel something is unsafe, beyond my capabilities or just stupid then you are going to know about it right away. So I couldn't be a slave...could I?
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So I saw the thread deal or no deal recently and thought it would be fun for AM and I to play it. I mentioned it to him and he agreed we could play.

He had me write out an equal list of 'good' and 'bad' things and then modified, changed or added himself to the list I provided him with.

After randomising the numbers himself, we were good to go and started the first game. In the good list he had included 24 hours of orgasms. I really wanted to win that one! But in the bad...

Loves:

~Spanking.

I love spanking. I enjoy wearing AM's marks, if it were possible I would be marked at all times in every place I could.

Little space/play!

I love daddy time and movies together and glitter and songs and baking and crafting and painting and colouring and bedtime stories and songs sang to me by daddy and dragons and dinosaurs and unicorns!! I don't mix little time with anything sexual.

~Ice/wax play.
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AM often gets unsolicited messages when he is in chat from people who suddenly decide they want to sub to him. Without any prior contact, of course.

He shows me these messages as I show him mine because, shock horror, we're completely open with each other. (Though I think the real reason he shows me his is so he can laugh when I go off on one and claim my property. He seems to enjoy it when I get possessive.)

Now some people accept his "no" and move on. Good for...

Looking back over 2016 there was definitely some not so good moments. But the good far outweighed the bad.

I finally got equal custody to my little one all the way back in May.

I stopped counting calories and started eating junk food without even looking at packets. (Okay maybe a bit tooooo much junk, it just tastes so good!)

I liked myself a little more as time passed. I even began to like myself enough that I started taking selfies to send to AM.
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I mentioned recently I wanted to blog but didn't know what to write about and this resulted in first Sophie and then Aimee telling me to write about them and then agreeing I should write about both of them.

So here we are.

I love them both because they make me giggle with the things they say. Half of the time they say what I am about to or have me laughing so much I end up spitting my drink everywhere and choking.

I love them both because they are both beautiful...

Just a short story I wrote for AM.

I carefully remove myself from the bed, being careful not to wake him as I do so, before glancing down at his sleeping form. A giggle forms on my lips as my eyes rake over him and I press my lips together together tightly so as to remain quiet before I slip from the room and head to the bathroom and lock the door behind me.

As I step under the shower and turn up the heat I let out my earlier surpressed giggle as the water cascades over...