I was browsing a bondage newsgroup over a cup of coffee this morning and a little series of pictures caught my attention. It's funny how seeing a particular pic can trigger memories of feelings I've had in the past, but had forgotten about. While the pics don't represent exactly the concept I'm gonna talk about, it doesn't take too much imagination to see the images in your heads the same way as I saw them this morning.
When I first saw the pics, of course I noticed the cute model and the yummy ballet outfit, but I didn't see them so much as a bondage predicament, but instead they made me remember some feelings I had in my early teen years. I saw in my head the image of the girl as a puppet on strings, being made to dance by an unseen Puppetmaster. I remembered seeing a few movies where this was done to a few unwilling girls, and I remembered how erotic the idea was to me at the time, and how much I wanted to be the girl being manipulated on the strings. Keep in mind that when I was feeling these feelings, I really had no idea what they represented, because it wasn't until much later that I started putting together why I felt the way I did about different things.
Now back to this morning... While I was thinking about the puppet concept, it occurred to me that this is just another manifestation of my need to give up control to my Mistress. Yes, I'm talking about the Stroke Princess, the Mindfucktress, the Cockteasing Bitch, the Keeper of the Keys, Ms Grace.
In a lot of different ways, I feel like my D/s relationship with Princess Grace fits perfectly into the Puppetmaster/puppet concept. Of course, in this case it's "PuppetMistress". I have willingly held out my wrists and ankles to Her so that She could attach the strings that She pulls to make me dance for Her pleasure. She has only to manipulate a few of my strings, and I'm gonna do anything She wants. I can't resist the pull of the strings, not that I would want to anyway.
She's made me dance before. If you remember, it was Princess who made me dance the "Snap Like A Breadstick" dance. I'm not gonna rehash that in this post, but if you aren't familiar with that dance, look here.
I will say this much though... Today is my 58th day locked into the Stroke Princess' little pink cage, and I'm beginning to smell the breadsticks in the oven and I think they're getting pretty crispy. I was wondering why my lockdown this time was a little easier than the last few, but now that I've gone past my old record of 50 days, I'm in uncharted territory and the needing and wanting is getting much more intense again. I'm trying to hold out as long as You want me to, Princess, but I think I'll be dancing again soon.
Maybe some of you might think that thinking of myself as someone's puppet is a bad thing, but I don't feel that way at all. I love the idea that Princess is up there working my strings. The concept works perfectly for me, and even if the strings weren't there, I'd still be Her pet and doing whatever it is that She decides She wants me to do. If She's happy, then I'm happy.
It's kinda neat to have a whole blog post triggered by simply seeing a few pictures, and seeing the relationship between Ms Grace and I from this slightly different angle was a very yummy thing for me to think about. I'm glad I happened to do a little newsgroup browsing today.
I'm also glad to be Princess' pet, because as I think I've said once or twice before, I wuvs my Princess!
See you next time!
little bitchass
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