Owners; You Broke It, You Buy It.

Owners; you broke it, you buy it.

I want you to remember.

It’s not when we’re impressive. It’s not when we’re obedient. It’s not when you swell with pride. It’s not when we are deliciously dumb. It’s not when you’ve beaten us into sub space. It’s not when you marvel at what you created. It’s not when you’re aroused. It’s not when you’re adoring, loving, giving, possessive, intoxicated, sadistic, generous, satisfied, playful.

Understand. It’s not when you’re happy.

It’s when the furrow in your brow is so deep we can’t possibly understand what we could have done to put such a canyon of disappointment there. It’s when your tone changes, when you clip your words with the same knives that snag our confidence. It’s when your lip curls and we watch your face contort into a bitter discontent that we taste more keenly than you do. It’s when your eyes don’t smile; leaving us clutching for the parts of ourselves you said we didn’t need anymore. It’s when you sigh until we feel too difficult to be loved.

Your encouragement of our idolisation. Your slow replacement of our self affirmation with yours. It has consequences. So own the impact of your disappointment upon the person(s) who pledged their choices, their life and their liberty to you.

Take responsibility for what results from fundamentally changing someone to be hypersensitive to your mood. And then remember what that means all-the-fucking-time. Tattoo it into your thoughts. Hold it at the forefront of your mind when you’re expressing displeasure.

Punishment(s) of some kind might be required, but be considerate of the person you trained to prioritise your happiness.

I’m bored of reading posts from submissives who feel like utter shit for trivial crap like not washing up properly.