I had a top day yesterday with friends. A day where we could try new things and a day the only thing we had to worry about was enjoying ourselves and each other. A day free of the confines of our daily lives and a day that was free from judgement.
One of those enjoyable things was being collared, cuffed and tied with beautiful rope to a chair whilst Honey shaved my head with a cut throat razor. A moment, witnessed by @BeauDuJour and @EuclideanPoint.
It was a beautifully significant moment and a beautifully intimate moment and I think we were all beaming with joy. The only thing taking away from that joy was not being able to wear my glasses so I couldn’t see the reactions on everyone’s faces!
Most people don’t understand how having my head shaved makes me feel. They don’t understand that instead of hiding myself away behind hair, as I did for years, I am seen for who I really am.
“I am the sole author of the dictionary that defines me.”
Zadie Smith
I think this quote sums up that feeling perfectly, only I can be bold enough to reach out to those around me and ask for the things I need. Sometimes that may mean opening myself up and being vulnerable and scared. I know those around me support me and encourage me to grow but ultimately, only I am able to define myself.
And yesterday that’s exactly what I did, I asked for my head to be shaved, I asked if I could be collared and cuffed so I could be in a submissive headspace. Then, right at the very end of the day, I knelt before The Keeper and asked him to come on my head, to be completely his. For me, that was quite literally, the icing on top!