A Tad Sub Drop

`I failed Master`. As those words left my lips, I felt small, childlike. I felt that I didn`t try hard enough.

My task last night was to edge ten times and them cum once, all in 30 minutes. I failed. I got to six edges. At 30 minutes I stopped as I was instructed, sent my email and let my Master know that they were sent.

I went into a restless sleep and woke this morning feeling listless, fragile, emotional. Negativity surrounded me. My mood heavy and dark.  Nothing went right. I wanted to cry. I was angry. I was on edge. I wanted my Master, I wanted to tell him what I was feeling. I was scared.

I have been here before. I was sub dropping. To me it`s like depression. (Yes I have dealt with depression). Thoughts flooded my mind. I didn`t want to go into work. I wanted to sleep. I wanted to be a bitch and mouthy all day. I didn`t want to listen to my Master.

But then between my Master, my sub and a fellow tweeter, I slowly climb out of my dark little hole. My Master although strict is understanding and compassionate. I am grateful to him.

Though I am still a bit drained, I am happy. I am content. I am his.

Dirty Little Pet