What do you think? littlepetimp: I LOVE this. Because, well, I’m not a bratty sub. It’s
What do you think? littlepetimp: I LOVE this. Because, well, I’m not a bratty sub. It’s just not my nature. I’m actually probably a little *too* nice, probably a LOT *too* easygoing, and quite possibly so obedient as to maybe be, dare I say, a little bit… boring? I might be a bit petulant in certain moods, but to me that’s not the same. But impish… oh yes, I can be impish. Never malicious and never rude, but playful and silly and teasing and sometimes just a little bit devious and maybe - just maybe - even a little bit of a pain in the ass. I might push limits, but all in good fun. I might push them to surprise him, or to make him laugh, or even to see him give that despairing shake of his head with a little smile on his face. Sometimes I might push them just to see how far I can go and what he’ll do. I might push, and push, and push, until I can tell that he’s reaching his limit, and then - most of the time - either just short of that limit or as soon as he lets me know he’s tolerated it enough, I’ll become my proper, obedient self once more. And yes, sometimes I have to pay for it, but to me that’s still all in good fun. I knew I ran the risk going into it, and I gladly pay the price. It’s one of the wonderful challenges of knowing my Sir - being able to read him at any moment to know when the imp can come out to play; knowing where those lines are drawn and how far I can go before I cross them, knowing the difference between when I can stop such that we’ll simply carry on and when I’ve reached the territory where I just might earn a bit of a repercussion. And even then, those repercussions are, to me, where funishment comes into play - he usually doles out my sentence with a smile and a shake of his head, and I suffer it willingly without that crushing sense of guilt and remorse that comes from truly upsetting him. And through everything, that impish part of me… it’s always there in the background. It lurks. It waits for the right opportunity. And it’s probably not in my best interest to do so, but I’ll go ahead and admit that… it also plans. It’s never to defy his authority - he always retains control. As I said, it’s just not in my nature to be bratty. But as much as I love to please Sir in all the usual ways, I get just as much pleasure simply from seeing him smile. rolledtrousers: The temptation is towards stern and serious, a world of rules and protocols that brokers no space for frivolity, at least on the part of the Dominant. It’s easier that way, more black and white and simply understood. Avoids complications. Keeps things on the right track. And that’s a delusion that lasts for about as long as it takes to say. People aren’t black and white, simple, right-track-keeping sorts. They are frivolous, and silly, and all those sort of wonderful exuberances that that very temptation tries to root out. We don’t have space for frivolity here, says the logical, cold left side of your brain. The problem is that’s only fifty percent of the equation. And that right side is tenacious. So there’s silliness in the relationship. Eskimo kisses that turn to nose kisses that turn to laughter. Running jokes that turn into in-jokes that become more and more inverted until someone says something innocuous and you both burst out laughing for little to no reason. Love is a conspiracy of the silliest degree, where you have a hundred little things that only you two know, and only you two do, and they’re all as absurd as one another. No sane, serious, stern person would ever indulge in such frivolity. Which makes me glad I’m not so two dimensional. Makes me glad I’ve got space for the serious and the silly in the same head, and in the same body. And, if you’re the type I think you are, I reckon you’re plenty glad too. -- source link