Degradation

‚ÄčWe have talked about doing this for some time. Its not new to us but we never took it beyond maybe a word or so, and most the time he was being playful. He started talking about actually getting into degrading me last week and we tossed the idea around for a minute or so before getting on with the rest of our day. So Master tasked this little angel today to put degrading words in three categories. Green, yellow and red. Green being words he could use freely, yellow words were ones to use sparingly and reds were a big no no. By no means am I ugly or fat. It’s just the low self-esteem those words bring me due to the trama of listening to my mother repeat how unattractive and fat she thought she was through out my life. We talked briefly and he re-read them out loud to make absolutely sure they weren’t going to affect me poorly. 

“Now you know how much I love you angel.”

He held my hand his fingers laced carefully around mine.

“Of course Master.”

I reassured him with a smile.

“And you know I will always give you the best after-care?”

He has always been good about patching up the pyhsical and mental wounds after play.

“I know.”