Submission Can Be Hard or He Pushed My Boundaries and I Freaked Out

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For the first time in the nearly two years I’ve known John Brownstone (and the 18 months we’ve been a couple), my submission to him was difficult. For a day, it felt impossible.

No, he didn’t strap me to something and beat my ass. He didn’t loan me out to someone else (something that is equally terrifying and intoxicating). He pushed my boundaries, though, and he scared the hell out of me.

And I survived.

Submission isn’t all spankings and forced orgasms.

I know, I know, it’s hard to believe, right? If erotic fiction, porn, and Tumblr has anything to say about it, all you have to do to submit is say, “Yes, Sir (or Ma’am),” bend over, and take it like a good girl (hell, or boy). The reality is that Dominance and submission (D/s) outside of the bedroom means giving up control, allowing someone else’s desires to be placed before your own, and agreeing to set rules, conditions, and protocols.

Everyone’s version of that is a little bit different, but forget the details, and that’s the short and sweet definition of submission.

You might have to wear specific clothes – or not wear them. You might not be allowed to go to a specific place or do a specific thing after a certain time of day. You might have a set type and number of household tasks to complete every single day. That’s what real life, day-in, day-out submission looks like.

My submission this week? The one that tested my strength and sent me into a spiraling freak-out?

Daddy made me go to a lifestyle social event without him.

Here’s the deal. I am a classic introvert. I don’t talk to people (face-to-face, y’all) that I don’t know. I don’t like to do new things by myself. I hate anything unexpected.

Because I’ve been working from home, two things have happened. One, I’m practically a hermit. I don’t leave the house unless it’s family related – school, errands, and time spent with Daddy and the boys. Two, I have zero in-person friends anymore. I have plenty of friends online (hi!!), and I have friends where I moved from, and we text and phone. But no one that I can go to a movie with, meet at Starbucks, or whatever.

When I came home from my monthly Brazilian wax the other week and admitted it was the best conversation I’d had in a long time, Daddy decided something had to change. (And I know he’s right…I can’t keep living in my self-induced introvert bubble. I know that. Really. I do. Remember that when you read what happened next.)

I fought against my own submission

Our area holds a weekly “Coffee Time” where kinksters come together in safe, vanilla settings and just hang out. Sometimes it’s at a Starbucks, sometimes it’s a restaurant. Hell, sometimes, it’s at the dungeon. Daddy came home on Monday and informed me that I would be attending on Wednesday. We’d talked about the need for me to get out and that the coffee times might be a good option, but I thought I’d have more warning. I thought I’d have time to prepare. Nope.

He knows me too well. Had he given me time, I would have worked myself up even more than I did.

The morning of, and he didn’t mention the event. Had he forgotten? I hoped beyond hope, but I’m also honest to a fault. When he mentioned watching TV that night, I reminded him of my plans/his plans for me. But I offered to stay home because cuddling on the couch with him was definitely preferable. No go. Le sigh. Well, okay.

I didn’t think much more about the night ahead – purposely. I knew it would make me a wreck, and I had to focus on work.

I did get a raging migraine and was sick to my stomach – for seven hours. Migraine meds didn’t help. Caffeine didn’t help. Special foods didn’t help. By the time Daddy came home, I was barely functional. I couldn’t hold my head up. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was completely drained of all energy. He was sympathetic, but only to a point.

While I was laying upstairs, willing myself to feel better, it finally occurred to me that I didn’t have real migraine. I was scared. The moment I admitted it out loud, the pain eased. It didn’t go away, but I didn’t feel like I was about to die, either. I did a bit of deep breathing, got myself together, and managed to deal with dinner (cereal totally counts as a meal, y’all).

But I still felt bad, and now I was forcing myself to face the fact that I hate making small talk. I hate meeting new people. I hate being the only stranger. My fears made me angry. Daddy and I took our evening walk around the apartment complex, and I was short and snippy, not wanting to talk. Before I left, I leaned against Daddy and sobbed, and then sat in our room alone and sulked.

I had to face my own demons – and conquer them.

The problem is not that I’m just anti-social (which I am in real life). It’s that I have memories of being rejected by groups of my peers as far back as elementary school. (And I thought I don’t look back, lol.) I have always felt awkward with new people. I can and do catalog my faults often:

  • I have a horrible resting bitch face – because I’m always deep in thought. I have been called intimidating because of that.
  • I have a loud laugh – it can be abrasive and obnoxious to some.
  • I am happy to let the silence linger – I don’t need to talk, and I prefer to listen.
  • I truly do not know how to do small talk. Just don’t have a clue.

**If I’m comfortable with someone, every bit of this goes out the window. I can talk people in circles and act like the life of the party once I feel like I know someone.**

I’m also aware of what I am capable of doing. I can fake it with the best of them. I know how to walk into a room and plaster a smile to my face. I did it for many years in my old career. But to choose to do it??? Oh hell no.

Intellectually, I knew that everything would be fine. I knew that people would be polite to me, and I could fake it, if I had to. But I didn’t want to. I wanted to do this on my terms, in the way that worked best for me, when I was most comfortable. (Which, because of babysitter issues, might be never. The only reason I was able to go at all was due to Daddy’s willingness to watch the boys.)

That’s not submission – it’s not about my terms and my comfort. Yes, I can let Daddy know how I feel about something, but per our arrangement, he gets the final say. And he said I had to go.

I survived and thrived.

To compound the issue, I had to drive myself – in the dark – to a location I’ve only been to once or twice. I tend to get myself turned around, and knowing that, I was nervous for a second (and more legitimate) reason. But, promptly at 7:30, I kissed the boys and Daddy walked me to the car (probably to make sure that I really left, lol).

I made it and only got turned around once at the very end. There were cars EVERYWHERE. Holy shit.

I took a deep breath, sent the “I’ve arrived safe” text to Daddy, and walked to the front door. Two women were in the lobby, headed outside, and they shooed me into the main room of the event.

With slow, tentative steps, I walked in. I looked around in complete shyness, just taking it all in. As promised (by Daddy and the event page on Fetlife), everyone was friendly and inviting. I even saw people I recognized from a munch (but of course I couldn’t remember names). I sat down at a table by myself, content to listen and people watch.

And then it happened.

My people found me. The sweetest woman, a fellow babygirl, came over to introduce herself and say hi. She receivedΒ permission from her Daddy to sit with me (I don’t know that for a fact, but it’s an easy supposition to make after being there). We talked for several minutes, and then one of her good friends walked in – another babygirl. Someone else who is more comfortable with “Daddy” than with the name of her partner.

They invited me to sit with them and for the next hour or so, we talked and joked. The two women were clearly good friends with a history of all kinds of things – vanilla and kinky. I found them both fascinating. I found myself wishing I was part of their circle, but frankly, I was just glad to have the company for the evening. Watching them with their Daddy made me miss mine, but by the end of the night, I was good. More than good, actually.

Before I went to bed that night, both women were my friends on Fetlife, and I was able to admit to Daddy that I think I could handle going to another coffee time on another random Wednesday. And yes, I admitted that he had been right all along. I was fine. People were nice. And I met people I would enjoy hanging out with again. For the record, I was able to admit that before I left – I just didn’t want to go do something new by myself.

Just before our eyes finally shut, my feelings were hurt one more time. Because he was so sure this was good for me (and he was right), he didn’t feel bad that I felt so horrible, that I cried, that I had a seven hour “migraine” (okay, okay, it was a psycho-somatic something brought on by stress, whatevs). I cried again, right there in bed.

“Don’t you feel bad at all that I cried, that I was in pain?” (There may have been wailing, y’all.)

He cuddled me in his arms, admitted yes, my pain always makes him feel bad, and then fucked the daylights out of me. All in all, it was the perfect way to end the hardest day in my D/s life (so far).

The lesson? The sexy stuff is fun, even when it makes you nervous, and yes, pushing sexual boundaries can be very difficult. But there are all kinds of other boundaries that can be pushed, and sometimes it’s hard as hell. At the end of the day, if you trust your Dominant, you’ll be okay, but that doesn’t mean you won’t freak out first. Oh, and if you’d like to read the whole situation from his point of view, click here: Southern Sirs Place


About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have happy healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!


  • Love this, and completely identify with every word!…I am also a hermit, especially in the winter. Aside from school events for the kids, or errands, I dont really go out much. And I hate going anywhere by myself. And talking to people (strangers) in.person is like torture. Im so impressed you were able to make yourself go, and even enjoy the time you were there!

    • If I hadn’t had SSir pushing me, I never would have done it. I can do anything for my kids or him…they have to be my reason or I will hide in my hermit bubble and happily talk to myself and the internet. πŸ™‚

      But if I can do it, I have no doubt you can do it, too. ((HUGS))

  • Kayla, he was right. You’re life will be much richer with real life friends. I prefer to always be with my husband, but sometimes just kicking back and laughing with the girls is fun. I’m glad you did it. Next time will be easier.

    • Oh, I know he was right. I just didn’t wanna go…and the babygirl is strong in me – so was the temper tantrum, lol.

      I’m glad I did, too. And yes, the next time will be much easier. πŸ™‚

  • It’s times like that that Wolf turns to me and says in a normal tone, “See, I was right.” I can’t thump him, because he was. (not to mention that it would do no good for several reasons)

    That not in the bedroom, not sexually orientated D/s is by far the most subtle and sometimes the most painful of all submissions. Wolf and I have what I call a D/s Lite relationship. Ours is far more mental that sexual… and to be honest, it’s what I needed to grow and change after the rather nasty and poisonous relationship I was in. Hell, it took me years to realize that he’d been using D/s techniques on me! (yeah, laugh all ya want. it’s true.)

    I’m happy that you survived, and that you are finding new friends. πŸ™‚ I’m an INFJ, like your Daddy, and there are days I don’t even want to leave the bedroom, because I can’t take another molecule of humanity. That’s usually when Wolf coaxes me out of bed, and the next thing I know, I’m out doing stuff.

    I’m so glad that you two have found each other. πŸ™‚

    • ((HUGS)) INTJ over here, so thankfully he’s stronger than I am or we’d never leave the house. And if I thumped him when he was right, I’d get a mean, hard swat on the backside, I’m sure – so I get it. LOL

      I knew while I was freaking out that he was right, but I didn’t want him to be. I almost wanted it to go horribly wrong just so he would be wrong (yeah, it was a BAD temper tantrum, lol). But, he was right, and it was a good time – in the end. And I won’t be as nervous next time.

      • LOL! Wolf is an INTJ! It makes life interesting, doesn’t it? You have all your lists, diagrams, flow charts on how things should be, and the INFJ’s of the world walk in, go swoosh! and get the same answer from a totally different angle. We have that a lot around here.

        Very glad it all went right for you! (and SSir).

        • LOL! So true…there’s a PROCESS for everything. And we need to follow it…or the world as know it will END. πŸ˜‰

          He and I are quite compatible (as I’m sure you can relate) and we are learning each others strengths and weakness. He knows he needs my processes and I know I need his feelings. We work. πŸ™‚

          • πŸ™‚ Yes, I understand “the process”. πŸ™‚ “Hold on, or I have to start all over!” or “Just a minute”, and then 45 pass… “Just a minute…”

            We work as well, and I’m glad that you two do as well.

  • Hi sweet girl! Being alone is so very hard. I’m not introverted often… So going out would have thrilled me. But at the same time I can see how, through your perspective, it would feel almost like punishment. I’m so so so glad you took those first steps though. Hugs!!!!

    • ((HUGS)) Thank you! I know he was right. I had grown so comfortable with not needing to be “on” that I detested the idea of it. But, in the end, it all worked out – as he knew it would, lol, and I’m happy I went and I’m sure I’ll go again.

  • We must be sisters from another mister! (lol) We have several of the same faults: resting bitch face, an awful laugh & I suck at small talk. But once I’m comfortable, look out – you can’t shut me up! I’m currently unemployed, so I’m spending an awful lot of time at home alone. I’m considering going to my first munch with a local group that I just joined on fetlife. Thankfully, I have a friend that will be going with me. But it’s not until Dec 13th, so I have a few weeks to ponder it. He’s never been to one but we are complete opposites, so he’s really looking forward to it.

    Thank you for sharing your experiences with us. Really enjoy your blog!

    • Sister from another mister…/giggles…I love that!

      Definitely go. Even if you don’t talk much, the people-watching/listening alone is worth it. And, had I been to one of these WITH him, the freak out would have been much less.

      Thanks for reading! Feel free to stop by anytime…we don’t bite – unless asked. πŸ˜‰

  • This is so damn wonderful to read. I relate so much it hurts, Kayla. So proud of you breaking through that barrier – you have so much to offer.


  • Good for you! I can’t do 24/7 submission, my personality doesn’t allow for it. Though even I have to agree that Daddies know best (most of the time). Lol! Glad it turned out well for you. It’s great when you have someone who knows how to bring out your best self. πŸ™‚

  • Been wanting to comment for days! I was doing the virtual hand hold and thought about you while I was at my event. I had a few moments while getting ready when I thought that it was all too much trouble and I should just stay home, but then I actually thought, “Kayla is going to her event and I can go to mine!” I met someone, too, that became my FetLife friend that night. She actually sent me a request while at the meeting. I can be very social and then I can close off. I go back and forth and something can easily trigger me to want to close off. Coach is the social guy and can work a room so much better than I. I so happy for you and how you stepped out. Usually you have to get the first one under your belt when it comesy to anything new. We have to catch up with each other and compare notes.

    • We definitely need to compare!

      The babygirls I met did the same thing. Whipped out their phones and friend requested me on the spot. It was kind of nice. I’m a major introvert until I’m comfortable, and then you can’t shut me up.

      SSir is sending me to another one this week, and I’m nervous but not like last time. I’m the type of person who might enjoy myself at the time, but the moment I leave, I pick everything apart and question everything. By the time I get done, I’ve convinced myself they were all just being polite and they didn’t really like me, and I probably blew it. Le sigh, insecurities suck.

      I’m glad you went and made a new friend. It’s good to get out and see this lifestyle in the real world. πŸ™‚

  • “We’d talked about the need for me to get out and that the coffee times might be a good option, but I thought I’d have more warning. I thought I’d have time to prepare. . I recognize this little logic, more time? Good one… You are so brave to reveal so much about you..I am like you in so many ways….I am happy you went as baby girl…as little and were open…big would have plastered the smile…… So proud of you…i understand how terrifying it is. maybe I can get courage to do something similar…. Thank you for sharing.. Also what was the conversation with your boob about?

    • I didn’t think about that…the big me makes herself smile…very true. πŸ™‚

      I went again last night, and was even MORE my babygirl self. I was also surrounded by more babygirls again.

      Be brave – go to one! It’s worth the momentary fear, I promise!

      I believe I was being silly and talking to my boob because a certain Daddy wasn’t paying attention to me. It was brief, “Hi, how are you?” “I’m fine.” By then, he caught me. /giggles

      • Never bad to check in with the girls…Hehe…it is the going without Sir that will be hard… There is a meeting where some and sub’s go in seperate rooms to meet. Okay..I will! Gulp. I wrote a post for u.

        • Yay for going!! And yeah, I always miss SSir when he can’t be with me. But I know that the me they see at the event would probably be more subdued and less open if he were with me, because I tend to look to him for guidance in the local community.

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  • First off Hugs!!! Next thing is you should be proud of yourself for doing something that you physically and mentally fought against doing. You met some nice people and had a good time. I too would feel funny going anywhere without someone by my side. But I guess there’s a reason for all this.

    I think what you did was brave Kayla. If you have to do it again Hold your head up high. You are stronger than you think.

    • What’s crazy to me is that I consider myself strong about some things but not all. I did make some good acquaintances and even went on a baby girl date to the movies a couple of weeks ago with them. It was all worth it in the end, as it usually is.

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