Starting again...

KiKi71

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So here I sit in a Florida airport, delayed what feels like 5,000 times, contemplating my life as it is now.

As it is evident I have not blogged in well over a year. I know I’ve mentioned here and there that I’ve missed blogging and wish to get back to it. I hope that this will be my chance to do so.

I want to mention that I’ve also “hidden” myself from the lifestyle, blogging, researching and reading because I felt like I needed to hide again. I know I’ve shut that part of myself off somewhat again. I contemplate why.

I will say one thing that I am aware of…….I’ve gained some weight and it really crazy bothers me looking at all of these amazing submissive bodies online. Why does everything I see show these amazing figures? Why can’t I see “normal” bodies? I hate it. I’m so jealous. I’ve turned completely shy and mad and upset with how I am now. I feel utterly horrible and disgusted with myself. Perhaps I’m acting like my mother and if I’m miserable everyone else should be and I hide myself from the “happy” and ignore the amazing and what can be. Plus I’m so darn lazy sometimes. Blah!

Anyway, with that being said, I’ve thought about what I should talk about in a blog now (including the opinions of myself). I’ve given it much thought.

Unfortunately, I can no longer only blog about my amazing submissive sexual experiences with Oliver. Why? Well our situation has changed. Oliver and I now live together and both of us have children from other relationships. Our schedule lacks time. In children, out children. Revolving door. No alone time, has to be scheduled, blah, blah, blah. So I thought it would be good to blog about our struggle and let people know how we handle it, our thoughts, our ideas and solutions, and perhaps share yours as well.

So, this will be our day to day kinda gig.

It has been a huge struggle for me, and I wish to help myself and others come together and unite and figure all this out. Perhaps help out others in similar situations as ours.

For starters, since we’ve moved in together, I can say that I have not felt so much like a submissive as I’ve liked to. My frame of mind goes back and forth dependent upon what time of the year it is (aka sports) and it’s hard for me to hold on to my submissive brain constantly. My job requires me to be in a dominant role and of course I have to be that way raising my child. So how do I balance ourselves between the two different roles? I know that I personally need “detox” time when I get home to get and be in the right frame of mind, but don’t really get that when I walk in the door.

I also believe Oliver struggles as well. He has MUCH more stress in life that I do and I know I am also a demand on Him. Perhaps at times it’s too much to handle for Him and He just expects me to be submissive even without His direction? Just do as I’m told until he comes to me with more training, etc.

So my day to day…….: He picks out my panties daily, I’m expected to read my mantra and weigh myself daily, text Him when I get to work, I need permission to eat, need permission to spend money (unless there is an emergency), expected to ask to do anything or go anywhere, and as soon as I get home I am to go to His office and see Him. If He is not home in His office I am to text Him letting Him know that I am home safely.

Sometimes I wonder if that is enough for me. Sometimes I feel like it’s too much. I suppose that is all a part of being a submissive, as well as being in a relationship. The ups and downs. I’ve thought about mentioning more routines, but do I really want that? I tend to get lazy sometimes (a lot lately) and don’t want to do anything and then I get cranky about it. Then I get stressed because I don’t feel like doing it. So where is the balance? I know some of you are thinking just shut up and do it, and perhaps you are correct. I’m sure Oliver would agree with you. I’ve always though perhaps I am a switch, but when I go deeper into that thought well, …. there is no way I could control a submissive. Thought kinda freaks me out.

So, this, as my first start up (again) blog, what do you do? What are some suggestions? How do you manage with your dominant work demands and family demands and balance your mind?

I’m looking forward to getting back and being with all of you again. I am also going to speak with Oliver about getting pictures posted again. I love to share our lives with you and I think that Oliver and I need to come up with a plan on how to do this – even with a full house. Yikes! Creative ideas please!!!!!! Ox

Bea
 
So here I sit in a Florida airport, delayed what feels like 5,000 times, contemplating my life as it is now.

As it is evident I have not blogged in well over a year. I know I’ve mentioned here and there that I’ve missed blogging and wish to get back to it. I hope that this will be my chance to do so.

I want to mention that I’ve also “hidden” myself from the lifestyle, blogging, researching and reading because I felt like I needed to hide again. I know I’ve shut that part of myself off somewhat again. I contemplate why.

I will say one thing that I am aware of…….I’ve gained some weight and it really crazy bothers me looking at all of these amazing submissive bodies online. Why does everything I see show these amazing figures? Why can’t I see “normal” bodies? I hate it. I’m so jealous. I’ve turned completely shy and mad and upset with how I am now. I feel utterly horrible and disgusted with myself. Perhaps I’m acting like my mother and if I’m miserable everyone else should be and I hide myself from the “happy” and ignore the amazing and what can be. Plus I’m so darn lazy sometimes. Blah!

Anyway, with that being said, I’ve thought about what I should talk about in a blog now (including the opinions of myself). I’ve given it much thought.

Unfortunately, I can no longer only blog about my amazing submissive sexual experiences with Oliver. Why? Well our situation has changed. Oliver and I now live together and both of us have children from other relationships. Our schedule lacks time. In children, out children. Revolving door. No alone time, has to be scheduled, blah, blah, blah. So I thought it would be good to blog about our struggle and let people know how we handle it, our thoughts, our ideas and solutions, and perhaps share yours as well.

So, this will be our day to day kinda gig.

It has been a huge struggle for me, and I wish to help myself and others come together and unite and figure all this out. Perhaps help out others in similar situations as ours.

For starters, since we’ve moved in together, I can say that I have not felt so much like a submissive as I’ve liked to. My frame of mind goes back and forth dependent upon what time of the year it is (aka sports) and it’s hard for me to hold on to my submissive brain constantly. My job requires me to be in a dominant role and of course I have to be that way raising my child. So how do I balance ourselves between the two different roles? I know that I personally need “detox” time when I get home to get and be in the right frame of mind, but don’t really get that when I walk in the door.

I also believe Oliver struggles as well. He has MUCH more stress in life that I do and I know I am also a demand on Him. Perhaps at times it’s too much to handle for Him and He just expects me to be submissive even without His direction? Just do as I’m told until he comes to me with more training, etc.

So my day to day…….: He picks out my panties daily, I’m expected to read my mantra and weigh myself daily, text Him when I get to work, I need permission to eat, need permission to spend money (unless there is an emergency), expected to ask to do anything or go anywhere, and as soon as I get home I am to go to His office and see Him. If He is not home in His office I am to text Him letting Him know that I am home safely.

Sometimes I wonder if that is enough for me. Sometimes I feel like it’s too much. I suppose that is all a part of being a submissive, as well as being in a relationship. The ups and downs. I’ve thought about mentioning more routines, but do I really want that? I tend to get lazy sometimes (a lot lately) and don’t want to do anything and then I get cranky about it. Then I get stressed because I don’t feel like doing it. So where is the balance? I know some of you are thinking just shut up and do it, and perhaps you are correct. I’m sure Oliver would agree with you. I’ve always though perhaps I am a switch, but when I go deeper into that thought well, …. there is no way I could control a submissive. Thought kinda freaks me out.

So, this, as my first start up (again) blog, what do you do? What are some suggestions? How do you manage with your dominant work demands and family demands and balance your mind?

I’m looking forward to getting back and being with all of you again. I am also going to speak with Oliver about getting pictures posted again. I love to share our lives with you and I think that Oliver and I need to come up with a plan on how to do this – even with a full house. Yikes! Creative ideas please!!!!!! Ox

Bea

Nope. Can't think of anything.
 
Is this the kind of stuff psychiatrists have to listen to all day long?
They're paid to. But not nearly enough. Or maybe too much -- shrinks tend toward the low end of medical payscales, and that may be what they're worth. Talking to a dog is much cheaper and as useful.
 
So here I sit in a Florida airport, delayed what feels like 5,000 times, contemplating my life as it is now.

As it is evident I have not blogged in well over a year. I know I’ve mentioned here and there that I’ve missed blogging and wish to get back to it. I hope that this will be my chance to do so.

I want to mention that I’ve also “hidden” myself from the lifestyle, blogging, researching and reading because I felt like I needed to hide again. I know I’ve shut that part of myself off somewhat again. I contemplate why.

I will say one thing that I am aware of…….I’ve gained some weight and it really crazy bothers me looking at all of these amazing submissive bodies online. Why does everything I see show these amazing figures? Why can’t I see “normal” bodies? I hate it. I’m so jealous. I’ve turned completely shy and mad and upset with how I am now. I feel utterly horrible and disgusted with myself. Perhaps I’m acting like my mother and if I’m miserable everyone else should be and I hide myself from the “happy” and ignore the amazing and what can be. Plus I’m so darn lazy sometimes. Blah!

Anyway, with that being said, I’ve thought about what I should talk about in a blog now (including the opinions of myself). I’ve given it much thought.

Unfortunately, I can no longer only blog about my amazing submissive sexual experiences with Oliver. Why? Well our situation has changed. Oliver and I now live together and both of us have children from other relationships. Our schedule lacks time. In children, out children. Revolving door. No alone time, has to be scheduled, blah, blah, blah. So I thought it would be good to blog about our struggle and let people know how we handle it, our thoughts, our ideas and solutions, and perhaps share yours as well.

So, this will be our day to day kinda gig.

It has been a huge struggle for me, and I wish to help myself and others come together and unite and figure all this out. Perhaps help out others in similar situations as ours.

For starters, since we’ve moved in together, I can say that I have not felt so much like a submissive as I’ve liked to. My frame of mind goes back and forth dependent upon what time of the year it is (aka sports) and it’s hard for me to hold on to my submissive brain constantly. My job requires me to be in a dominant role and of course I have to be that way raising my child. So how do I balance ourselves between the two different roles? I know that I personally need “detox” time when I get home to get and be in the right frame of mind, but don’t really get that when I walk in the door.

I also believe Oliver struggles as well. He has MUCH more stress in life that I do and I know I am also a demand on Him. Perhaps at times it’s too much to handle for Him and He just expects me to be submissive even without His direction? Just do as I’m told until he comes to me with more training, etc.

So my day to day…….: He picks out my panties daily, I’m expected to read my mantra and weigh myself daily, text Him when I get to work, I need permission to eat, need permission to spend money (unless there is an emergency), expected to ask to do anything or go anywhere, and as soon as I get home I am to go to His office and see Him. If He is not home in His office I am to text Him letting Him know that I am home safely.

Sometimes I wonder if that is enough for me. Sometimes I feel like it’s too much. I suppose that is all a part of being a submissive, as well as being in a relationship. The ups and downs. I’ve thought about mentioning more routines, but do I really want that? I tend to get lazy sometimes (a lot lately) and don’t want to do anything and then I get cranky about it. Then I get stressed because I don’t feel like doing it. So where is the balance? I know some of you are thinking just shut up and do it, and perhaps you are correct. I’m sure Oliver would agree with you. I’ve always though perhaps I am a switch, but when I go deeper into that thought well, …. there is no way I could control a submissive. Thought kinda freaks me out.

So, this, as my first start up (again) blog, what do you do? What are some suggestions? How do you manage with your dominant work demands and family demands and balance your mind?

I’m looking forward to getting back and being with all of you again. I am also going to speak with Oliver about getting pictures posted again. I love to share our lives with you and I think that Oliver and I need to come up with a plan on how to do this – even with a full house. Yikes! Creative ideas please!!!!!! Ox

Bea

What's the tl;dr version?
 
Well, now I know I’m definitely not a submissive.

So, that clears that right up.

Thank you for that.
 
Well, now I know I’m definitely not a submissive.

So, that clears that right up.

Thank you for that.

So my day to day…….: He picks out my panties daily, I’m expected to read my mantra and weigh myself daily, text Him when I get to work, I need permission to eat, need permission to spend money (unless there is an emergency), expected to ask to do anything or go anywhere, and as soon as I get home I am to go to His office and see Him. If He is not home in His office I am to text Him letting Him know that I am home safely.

Let's take up a collection and get this sister one of these shirts.

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Well, now I know I’m definitely not a submissive.

So, that clears that right up.

Thank you for that.

The further I move along my journey in life the further I seem to move away from it. I don't think I mind. It is what it is.

If anything at this point I'd say I come closest to sexual submission - tie me up and play with me type thing. I'm not really too concerned with it however. I've got too much to do.
 
The further I move along my journey in life the further I seem to move away from it. I don't think I mind. It is what it is.

If anything at this point I'd say I come closest to sexual submission - tie me up and play with me type thing. I'm not really too concerned with it however. I've got too much to do.

Kinky, I get. The acronym stuff, I don't understand. It seems like an attempt to make something orderly out of the primordial.
 
So my day to day…….: He picks out my panties daily, I’m expected to read my mantra and weigh myself daily, text Him when I get to work, I need permission to eat, need permission to spend money (unless there is an emergency), expected to ask to do anything or go anywhere, and as soon as I get home I am to go to His office and see Him. If He is not home in His office I am to text Him letting Him know that I am home safely.

So he's an unemployed Dom?
 
Kinky, I get. The acronym stuff, I don't understand. It seems like an attempt to make something orderly out of the primordial.

To many the acronym stuff is kinky. ;)

I think for me personally, it would require me to ignore some very basic truths about myself, men and the world. It's just best kept to sexual play at this point.
 
To many the acronym stuff is kinky. ;)

I think for me personally, it would require me to ignore some very basic truths about myself, men and the world. It's just best kept to sexual play at this point.

To me, the "acronym stuff" seems like substituting the map for the territory. I'm all for consenting adults getting it on any way they want, but it just seems like taking something wild and chaotic and unpredictable and imposing rules and limits on it.
 
To me, the "acronym stuff" seems like substituting the map for the territory. I'm all for consenting adults getting it on any way they want, but it just seems like taking something wild and chaotic and unpredictable and imposing rules and limits on it.

I think it's just a matter of what each person likes to do. There are some that particularly get off on that level of definition. I was never much for definition as much as intent, but again, to each their own. It takes all kinds, as the saying goes. ;)
 
Is this the kind of stuff psychiatrists have to listen to all day long?

In my personal experience, no.

Psychiatrists (MDs) usually don’t listen much. I’ve never spent more than 10-15 minutes per session with mine. Like once every 8-12 weeks she asks me who I am again and if my antidepressant is working. Depending on my answer she usually prescribes more medication. Fast. Easy. Done.

Counselors, on the other hand (the talking doctors) are usually Psychologists, MSWs or MFTs, and *they* listen to me talk in detail about my feelings, my father, my boss, my boyfriend, Amoeba, my cats, etc... for exactly 50 minutes a week, every week, without fail. I think they’re all basically saints.

I couldn’t do it. I tried. I have an MSW. I just never used it for that.

So, anyway. No. Psychiatrists, no. Counselors, yes.
 
The further I move along my journey in life the further I seem to move away from it. I don't think I mind. It is what it is.

If anything at this point I'd say I come closest to sexual submission - tie me up and play with me type thing. I'm not really too concerned with it however. I've got too much to do.

Play with you how? I’m just curious. In case you feel like sharing.

I read a couple posts here a while back about orgasm denial and daddy doms that made me wonder if I might enjoy that sort of thing. They did rather peak my, uh, interest...

But, the more I read, the less it fit me, the less it tempted me. Especially the “lifestyle” and the idea of it. I cannot accept the idea of a partner who wants to hurt me, or diminish me. No.

I’m the rare Lit woman (it seems) that doesn’t even want a spanking.

I’m in enough pain already. I damage and humiliate and punish myself.

What I need, what I like, what I want... Is to be kissed. And pet. And held. And healed. And told again and again that I’m perfect, and beautiful, and good, and loved.

Until such time as I actually believe it.
 
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I cannot accept the idea of a partner who wants to hurt me, or diminish me. No.

I’m the rare Lit woman (it seems) that doesn’t even want a spanking.

I’m in enough pain already. I damage and humiliate and punish myself.

Yes, I read a few such posts amd threads too. One thing is to enjoy the submissive roleplay, another is to enjoy being humiliated and degraded. But to each their own, others probably consider some of our views or habits to be just as strange.
What I can't get my head around is that many of them say that they are Feminists.
 
Play with you how? I’m just curious. In case you feel like sharing.

I read a couple posts here a while back about orgasm denial and daddy doms that made me wonder if I might enjoy that sort of thing. They did rather peak my, uh, interest...

But, the more I read, the less it fit me, the less it tempted me. Especially the “lifestyle” and the idea of it. I cannot accept the idea of a partner who wants to hurt me, or diminish me. No.

I’m the rare Lit woman (it seems) that doesn’t even want a spanking.

I’m in enough pain already. I damage and humiliate and punish myself.

What I need, what I like, what I want... Is to be kissed. And pet. And held. And healed. And told again and again that I’m perfect, and beautiful, and good, and loved.

Until such time as I actually believe it.

You're perfect, and beautiful, and good, and loved. Repeat 10x a day until you believe me. :rose:
 
In my personal experience, no.

Psychiatrists (MDs) usually don’t listen much. I’ve never spent more than 10-15 minutes per session with mine. Like once every 8-12 weeks she asks me who I am again and if my antidepressant is working. Depending on my answer she usually prescribes more medication. Fast. Easy. Done.

Counselors, on the other hand (the talking doctors) are usually Psychologists, MSWs or MFTs, and *they* listen to me talk in detail about my feelings, my father, my boss, my boyfriend, Amoeba, my cats, etc... for exactly 50 minutes a week, every week, without fail. I think they’re all basically saints.

I couldn’t do it. I tried. I have an MSW. I just never used it for that.

So, anyway. No. Psychiatrists, no. Counselors, yes.

All I've ever done is groups, and I don't think the state was paying the counselors as much as they do the guys who fill potholes, so I don't have much to go by.

I'm in a PTSD group right now, and it's been really good for me.
 
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