I am fine. The title is more a thought I’ve been thinking about rather than actually having. I have a gnawing ache for Daddy to put me in subspace. It’s been a very long time. It was the night we went to see a concert and it happened right before we had to leave. It was a taste of subspace out of place and at the wrong time. But then that’s part of it…that I can’t control it. When he is hard and unrelenting, commanding and mean, I gasp and fear and slide right off into subspace. His dark side takes a vice-like grip of my psyche and they dance, his dark side and my vulnerable little girl.
Daddy leaves today for a week. Prior to this I was gone for two weeks. Our play had taken a back seat to life. I look forward to next weekend. We’ll have time together. It may not be D/s time because we have holiday plans but at least it will be us together. I love my time with him no matter what we do. Just this morning though, my mind was on flying. My Honey is on a plane and my mind turns to desperate thoughts of flying through the ethers in his control.