Weaving

I thought about writing something about edging and denial. Maybe I will but maybe not here.

I was thinking about this though and how sometimes denial puts me in a bratty headspace. This is not unknown information to the right sadist.

Daddy has a way of liking the brat to come out. He does things on purpose. Denies things and not just orgasms.

What I find interesting, too, is the way I am trying to weave in and out of those spaces. I don’t always want to be the brat just as there are times I don’t want to be the little or the submissive.

I want to use my power and my voice to get what I want. Does this mean I feel entitled to it, no. Does this mean I am not a good girl, I don’t think so.

Sometimes I want to be the friend, too. I want to be the safe space where he can share everything.

I want to be all of that.