A while back I was informed of an assignment. I had to find eight pictures related to D/s. Four I liked and four I did not care for. I had to write why I did or did not like the photographs. One of these photographs I found completely disagreeable was this:
I had a complete aversion to clothespins. Maybe it was my obsession with all things needing to be pretty and they just seemed so rustic. I do know my answer to why was that it looked demeaning.
Yesterday, like any typical day, we keep in touch through text. I sent him a picture of a paint stir stick (i think that's what they are called anyway) and four clothes pins on it. These "harmless" objects were just craft supplies. Here is how our conversation went:
Mister: Shows what's your mind
Me: What's on my mind then Mister?
Me: These things really aren't that bad
Me: I take it back!!!
Mister: Did you put it on your nipple?
Me: Yes sir. You know curiosity gets the better of me sometimes
Mister: Lmao now take a picture
Now the difference between me not being able to stand them for 1/10 of a second and keeping them on long enough to take a picture is that I knew it made him happy. Who am I to put limitations on something that is his?
Eventually I was griping about how bad it hurt and blah blah blah. But he had asked me why I did it in the first place. I said because I could tell you liked it. This is what he said:
Mister: So say it... "I would take it for you if that's what you wanted"
Me: I would take it for you if that's what you wanted
He always has patience and just lets me find myself. I'm starting to think he's like a spider. Biding his time, waiting patiently until I have become exactly what he needs. Then I think that's when the fun will really begin with him.
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