Mental Imagery

After the prior entry it won’t hurt to note that most days, most of the daylong I’m cheerful. My job is comfortable (I work for myself) and it is nice to have Alexandra to come home to.

People talk of mental reinforcement of their D/s roles.

Some of mantras. I’m not a mantra kind of guy. I suspect I’d giggle at myself, haunted as I am by a fear of the wrong kind of artificiality.

Others mental imagery. I tried that one night.

You might think I’d be picturing myself humbly on my knees. I do that often, especially when falling asleep. OK, I’ll confess. I’m thinking about her boots. I’m a boot slut.

I didn’t try to consciously summon up the images. They arrived of their own accord. Typical masochistic daydreams.

I was on my hands and knees in the first. She was continually kicking my buttocks. (More boots!)

The other was odd. She was slapping my face. Then she spit on me. Slapping me again she got spittle on her hand which she made me lick off.

For about a month an image has been emerging from my subconscious at random times. Naturally on my hands and feet I’m scurrying from a heavy strap that keeps biting into my backside. Alexandra isn’t in the image. Only me. Must be my primal masochistic desires surging up. I’m sure most Dommes and slaves have images that flicker in the back of their minds. Maybe you’ll share one of yours.

Another night I was striving to push away my slave side and focus on Alexandra as my lover. Once I got in she was ready to play. Not that I minded.