I’m sitting here on the couch, Mistress’s collar around my neck, just relaxing. Truth be told, I haven’t really done anything especially slutty this week, or even last week either, come to think of it. I haven’t listened to any hypno, nor played with any toys. Part of that was because I was down visiting the family, to be fair, but still. Once you get out of the habit of doing things, it’s really easy to just… stop. And I don’t really know why that is! I’ve not touched myself in, like, over a month now I think? By all accounts I should be ravenous with desire, begging with need, but… I’m just not.
To counteract that, though, we have Mistress Charlotte’s ever-lovely house rules. They keep me at a baseline level of kinkiness, things I can do without thinking, without needing to be in a specific mood (with the exception of being plugged, because sometimes your body just says “no” to that sort of thing and there’s not much you can do about it). I don’t even think there’s any conscious thought at all about buckling her collar around my neck, and I’ve sunk to my knees to lap up a drink more times than I can count. Even today, being Commando Day, didn’t really faze me – after my shower I opened the underwear drawer, grabbed a pair of socks, and didn’t even think about anything else. And, don’t get me wrong, that’s still hot as hell. But… idk. It’s objectively a slutty thing to do, I know that, but in the moment I guess I don’t feel it that much? Even afterwards, the thought of it is maybe more hot than having actually done it. Bleh, I’m just rambling. This is what happens when I’m allowed to think instead of mindlessly obeying! I knew too much independent thought was bad for me.
I know this is short, but I’ve been staring at this off and on for a good couple of hours now – I’m pretty over it. Thanks for reading.