Every now and then I get a message from another guy.
The general vibe is usually
“You get to do cool things and meet nice Women, I would also like that”
Sometimes I even get “maybe you could take me with you.”
No stranger. I don’t know you from shit, taking you with me would be a form of vouching and I can’t vouch for you because I don’t know you and any bad behaviour will reflect on me.
This is a slightly rare blog post in the sense that… I don’t actually appear very much.
I spent most of the week behind a camera, often trying to keep a straight camera and straight face for a few days that were a lot of fun.
Someone asked me on Curious Cat “What does ownership mean to you?”
I replied, of course, that this wasn’t something I could sum up in a couple of lines.
I have been working on drafts regarding ownership for a while. Previously, my own views – and then later – that of course I am now under consideration from Miss Suzanna.
So. Enjoy the ride…
A lot of people call things different things, just to make things less straight forward.
In vanilla relationships you might meet somebody, date, then get engaged, then get married.
Do I deserve this?
I am going to cut straight to the chase, I struggle, at times, with ‘Impostor Syndrome’.
In saying that – sometimes when I’m struggling I do acknowledge this is the problem, that it is a known thing. But, that doesn’t, always, help.
“You actually asked for this?”
“Meet Amelia… you may give her a kiss”
So, I did – a little kiss planted down the length of the leather.
Am I even kinky?
I asked myself that today. Well. Today as of when I’m writing this blog, so in reality probably a different day.
And, I know others have had similar thought processes.
It is an extension, of course, on a previous thought of “Am I really a sub?”
The very first time I filmed with House of Sinn was before I even started this blog/diary.
The second time was something I didn’t write about, because I don’t diary everything. To go 3 times without writing about them, especially on such a big experience, well, that’d be a travesty.