Pink Ribbons In The Night
Okay, I’m back. I give, Mistress…I give. I honestly didn’t think it would last. I knew I would come back crawling on my hands and knees to Mistress Cassie. I will never again announce that I am at the end of the line or that I might be leaving. If I ever do so, I simply won’t announce it at all. Also, I want to make perfectly clear that I was in no way trying to show up my Mistress! I would never ever do that. It was just an honest way that I was feeling. So I posted how I felt. I hope this is clear to everyone. Incidentally, I made an error on my ‘Being’ poem in my last post. The second line of that poem should be ‘And’ not ‘An.’ I will ask Mistress Cassie to correct it whenever she has the time. I am truly fortunate that she puts up with my mistakes. What a naughty boy I am.
She certainly has a way of dumbing me down I will tell you that. She has me feeling so babyish that it is amazing I am not just going ‘goo goo and ga ga here.’ She ordered me to go out and buy a pink ribbon for my thingy. Nothing was going to stop me from buying that pink ribbon; and so, I have done as ordered. For all of you who enjoy frilly, satiny, lacey, silky feminine items…pink ribbons fall nicely into that category…especially if you are a sissy baby. Now all of you know that playing baby games has nothing to do with babies. It is more appropriately called “infantilism” which is the need to feel like a helpless baby to your Mistress. It can actually be a great way to let go of a deep mind that sometimes can’t shut down.
Having bought my ribbon I suddenly had this incredible fantasy. I imagined myself sinking deep down into a quicksand of ribbons and suddenly all that was left was my head just above the sea of ribbons. Now I was helpless looking up at my Dominating Mistress Cassie as she showed me her long legs and I gazed up at her perfect triangle. She was even dressed in a hot pink domination outfit. Soon as she realized I could struggle no more she came over to me and knelt down so she could smother me in her wonderful pink panties which I would have licked if she allowed me to or ordered me too. It was a heavenly fantasy; and if I got out of line she could easily smack me in the face and force a pacifier in my mouth. I was helpless and completely at her mercy in the quick sand of pink ribbons.
AKA-Stupid Loser/Sissy Crybaby Weakling