My relaxing time is extremely important and I am devoting myself a sabbatical period after months of exhausting activity in which I’ve lost a lot of weight.
I prefer to enjoy my garden, surrounded by flowers, languid sun afternoons on the grass, lulled by new generations of birds, cats following my movements and even any one ventures to keep me company on my sunbed, my tablet always ready full of exciting books of all kinds that I enjoy with great relish, delighting myself in the scent of the sea and my personal slave attentive to anything I need: a little sunscreen, a refreshing drink, delicious cuisine of the area …
Yes, occasionally I glance at the social networks and, of course, answer some emails. But I have no hurry about anything.
I know, I am privileged. I can afford to do exactly what I want 😀
The point where I am is the result of a history of effort to get what I want. Let no one be deceived: demanding all be granted in exchange for nothing is a big lie. To start, there’s no submissive or slave who give you everything you wish for the simple fact of self-proclaiming yourself a Domme.
But I have not begun this entry to instruct anyone, but to leave a greeting to all who follow me and thank you for your constant presence despite my long absences lately.
I am divinely, I think my inner peace is contagious (or so they say); I have not left FemDom at all, I’m living it every day, but I’m much more selective, selfish and exclusive: I prefer a few good than many useless guys only seeking their own pleasure.