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So last night whilst sat with my parents and boyfriend my phone rang, seems people can call you through MeWe. A random person I don’t know or have never chatted to decided he wanted to call me. This isn’t good! As bloggers we appreciate the anonymity of our private lives. I’ve deleted my account and suggest you do the same. Go to My Account and you’ll see delete. Daddy looked and there is NO way to disable that function.
Sticking with bdmslr!
Okay….within 5 minutes of posting my new account. I was warned the app is traceable and people can contact you via phone…. ugh. Sorry..delete..delete. ugh! Now what?!?
I’m wondering also if the person’s app is open on their phone and when they click pn the phone icon it rings up your phone… I should test this somehow interesting
Heads up if you’re using MeWe!!
Looks like I’ll be deleting this
…Boost..
“You don’t always need a plan. Sometimes you just need to breathe, trust, let go, and see what happens.”
- Mandy Hale
via @quotemadness
I get questions each day. Some are interesting and unique, but most follow a theme. Are you a little, a slave, a sub? Are you married to your Dom, your Daddy, your Master? Are you a porn blog, love blog, little blog? I think my answer of “Yes to all the above” irritates some. What’s the concern with labels? With Qualifiers? Are people uncomfortable with things that are undefined? Do I need to define it for you? No, frankly I don’t, but I will explain why I say “Yes to all the above”.
What i need, want, lust after, changes by the day. By day, I am a Psychologist. I diagnose people all day everyday. I assess them using validated instruments, and tell them their strengths and weaknesses, and tell them where they should go from there (Psychiatry, Neurology, Psychotherapy, etc). I make big decisions. And you know what? It. Is. Hard. It takes a toll. I don’t like giving bad news like “hey you have early onset dementia, sorry”. It doesn’t feel good to change peoples lives like that. So, what does that mean for my submission?
It means that what I need from my love (who I sometimes refer to here as DaddyHubs) changes. Some days I am sick of all responsibility. I’m tired of making big decisions and I need him to decide for me - what to eat, what to wear, what to watch, when to go to bed. Other days, that is the last thing I need or want. Some days, when I’m not so tired and I am feeling more like me, I need a partner, an equal, someone to just talk about the day with and drink some wine with me and go to bed with me knowing that no matter what, we are in it together.
Other times, like today, it changes over the course of the day. I woke up thinking I needed a little day, but it turned out, I just needed quiet, and a book, and a few back rubs. And to reciprocate, I cooked my man his favorite dinner, and tonight, well, it’s turning into a “fuck me like your dirty whore kinda night”.
If I labeled myself as only one thing, that wouldn’t truly reflect what I am, what we are. I call him many names, Daddy, Master, Sir, DaddyHubs or just his plain ole name. And guess what? He gets to do the same. Because there are nights He needs to be Master or Daddy, or just plain ole him.
Now labels work for people, and to that I say, do what is right for YOU! But understand, this life, this lifestyle, is not one size fits all, it isn’t one label is all you get. You can be any damn thing you want. So go ahead and say “Yes to all the above” if it fits you best!
Love,
Blossom
