Half Full.
I need approval.
Someone patting me on the head and giving me that “Good Girl.” Can melt away the thickest glacier of self-loathing and dissolve the greasiest oil-slick of self-imposed reflexive hatred. I clearly recall, with fondness, having resentment, anger, self-pity, even rage, wiped away by my dominant telling me how good job I was doing, how proud they were of me.
It doesn’t take much, really.
I recently realized that I set myself up for fail by blaming myself for having needs. Oh yeah, when I first became involved in the BDSM community I was carefully groomed to prepare to shed ego, desire, personal needs and, ultimately, to find my complete fulfillment in service to another.
I believed that the only way to be truly in service (in the Highest form of service, of course, because who wants to be less than the BEST….?) The HIGHEST form of service was to become the Empty Vessel, into which the dominant or owner may pour their will, creating with you a perfect and beautiful servant. An agent of their whims and desires and needs.
That was, of course, what I wanted. To be the purest awesomest, the best.
But I have, since then, discovered a few problems with this ideal. (more…)











A remarkable post from my buddy 
Q: What tips do you think all submissives need to hear, in your experience?
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