In case you don't understand, some things are out of my control. I equate having bipolar disorder to being forced to split time between being stuck in a hurricane and stuck in a dark cave.
Today, I'm not feeling all that well It's like I've gone back, hidden in my shell I don't want to type or write or sing I just can't do this whole life thing
Don’t ask me if I remember
Hey everyone, welcome to the 3rd installment of Ask a Submissive! As always if you have any more questions for me whatsoever, you can ask them on my twitter @SubSaysHello, or if you're too shy, you can shoot them at my tumblr anonymously.
Sitting in the corner of Sir’s room always gets my head going. He’s in the next room banging around, I can hear Him, but He told me to sit where I normally do in my corner in my waiting position—naked with my hands on my thighs palms facing down, head lowered, eyes to the floor, sitting on my feet with my legs slightly apart, of course with His collar on. I’m facing a wall. Why is it that I’m always facing a wall?