I walked a damn fine line with Sir tonight. Thankfully, it was all online so there was no tone in my voice to really piss Him off. Ironically, we’re both believers in tough love – but I’m the submissive.
Bravely (recklessly), I laid out exactly what I thought, knowing He might not appreciate my point. I’ve only managed to do that two times before and get away with it. Tonight, He squashed it before I went too far. I didn’t mind because I said what I felt needed to be said. He disagrees, and I’m fine with that.
It’s not always about Him agreeing with my point of view – especially when I take a decisively non-submissive approach with Him. I need to know I said it – even if He completely rejects the thoughts.
Even in my most non-submissive moment to date, I still felt a chill go up my spine and a wetness in my cunt when He made it clear I needed to stop immediately. I’m almost too fucking submissive sometimes.
I love that man beyond all reason, and if walking a fine line means I get my point across to Him (even if He disagrees with every word of it), I’m good with that. My feelings for Him supersede nearly everything else…except His Dominance.