I love this. It is such a great snapshot of a D/s moment that had absolutely nothing to do with sex (well, not explicitly) or SM. Some of the very best moments in a D/s relationship happen outside fo the bedrooms and the dungeons. It’s these quite moments of love and intimacy and acceptance that really make it shine.
Since 1994, I’ve worn a dress 4 times – once for my own wedding and the other 3 times as a bridesmaid. I tolerated the wedding dress, but all others I hated. I hated the way they looked, the way they felt, the way I had to pay attention to how I sat and bent over. I was very overweight and self-conscious every second they were on my body. Dresses were not for me.
Friends of ours are getting married soon and it’s an upscale function and I needed something to wear. I thought I’d give dresses a try again. Yesterday, M took me dress shopping………and I can’t stop thinking about it.
At the store, I gathered up several dresses in my size and took them to the dressing room. M sat in the ‘man chair’ just outside the room, waiting. I slipped into the first one (that’s not true…
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