There is no wrong or right way to write to me

I’m still wrapping my head around the fact that people write in to me, because I feel so grateful that that trust exists between me and another person. But the other day, someone wrote in and began their email along the lines of “This isn’t usually what you write about” and asked for no judgement.

Now I know no one knows me. The world is a terrifying place but not as much as the Internet. I understand the trepidation that might go through one’s head when staring at the blank screen before writing in to me. How there might be more than one draft before you get to what you want to say without, in your mind, sounding silly.

But if you’re writing in, or if you’re on the fence for writing in, I am not going to judge you. And I don’t care much for judgement. Any email written to me is a private world to write whatever is on your chest that you want to share with me. I am not in the business of being snarky or mean, even if it does stray out of what I write. And if it does, so what? I am not going to berate you. Or turn you away. I want to listen, no matter the cause.

Heck, if anyone’s lonely, I am happy to chime in and chat for whatever reason. Don’t worry about time, because I am pretty sure I can make time.

So there is no right or wrong way to message me, to talk to me. If that is your plan, if you’re sweet enough to write in in the first place – remember that there is no right or wrong way to talk to me.

And that my door is always open

Shopping for outfits: Strengthening the bond in a D/S Relationship

Nothing gives me a greater thrill than to shop with/for my submissive. Not only do I get to come to understand her taste in clothing and what might or might not work in the future but it also sparks my imagination just undressing and dressing her again and again. It’s an erotic experience to walk around the shops, everyone oblivious to why we are both are there.

More than that though, the psychology behind it is fascinating. Even when we are outside of role, she will point out a dress, lift it to her marvellous chest and ask What do you think?

The vanilla person hears: Hey hun, what do you think? 

But what she is really getting at is: What do you think of this one, Sir?

With every outfit, she turns to me for my opinion. She will hold up two different singlet tops and look to me for my opinion. It’s in her eyes – that submission staring right back at me. In a single second, it is on me to help make the decision and dress her how I see fit.

It makes a situation that could potentially be mundane be sexually charged. This evening when we were out late night shopping, she held up a singlet top meant for sleep. I leant in very closely and whispered “This will go splendidly with those little rainbow striped panties you have, kitten”

This makes her grin. We are in our own private world, the only ones that matter. Everyone around us is oblivious to our little adventure, our little secret. It heightens the experience and makes the journey all the more fun, as each new day we do this brings something different. Maybe even something we didn’t really know about each other.

More than anything though, it’s a great way to communicate. It’s a great way to get to know each other. It will be a great way for newcomers to grow together and find out about their tastes, so long as their gentle in their distaste.
The submissive might enjoy having someone take care of her outfit choices – I know my pet does, she seem to relish the days – but at the end of the day, we all like feeling sexy about ourselves and what better way to do that than to slip on a dress and a sexy pair of panties. My pets words, scout’s honour.