Trust and Sharpies

Nikki wrote my name on herself and sent me picture the other day, which was a very sexy gesture after my weekend without her. She misspelled my name though…humiliating!! W.T.H!

New rule: Know how to spell your Dom’s name. It’s “Aleks”, not “Alex” bitch! 

Nikki actually has the ardasity to argue the spelling of my name, as if I wouldn't know it.

So yesterday I  thought I would be take control and correct my name, by writing “property of Aleks” on her ass….which left a big mark on the comforter we discovered the next morning. Now I’m really mortified!

New rule: Wash of all Sharpie marks before bed, as marker and sweat don’t mix.

Nikki passed on the couch last night, so I emailed myself picture of her in full gear and makeup for later black mail (despite vaguely being asked not too). I have hide them well, but this is a reminder of the oddity that has become my new relationship. They make me smile, Nikki is just so darn cute.

I have discovered being a Dom is not just about being demanding, confident and in control. It demands respect and a lot of trust between both Sub and Dom (which the characters in Fifty Shades do evidently have as an example). I feel this is especially true for gender reversals, like Nikki and I have. He is hot and sexy and has no verbal filter outside the bedroom (he used to be an army boy), but once the front door closes and the outfits come out I am the one who’s (supposed to be) in control and without filter.

I am still learning, be patient Nikki please.

I am a teacher so humiliating and yelling and punishing don’t come easily to me, plus I have a social shy nature as I said. But I went to school to study psychology so sometimes I ask a lot of questions, once I have done humiliating Nikki ofcourse.

I asked Nikki once “why me, my trust me since you said trust is so key”. He said that only two others know, and that he “just did” trust me. Somehow I had earned that trust through out drinking escapades and growing friendship. I was a nice girl, but he saw a “hidden dom” somewhere in me that was dying to get out. I just made sense, and I embraced my role of shopping for him without batting an eyelash. And no, he didn’t know why or when this fetish had started. He just had been this way for a long time, even before getting acquainted with the porn and BDSM community. He had “seen, but not necessarily done” a lot more than me in both these realms, but I was a quick study apparently.

Trust is super key for both Doms and Subs, new to the roll or well practiced. Oh, and not necessarily getting attached to one version or another of the other person when cross-dressing is involved. I like Nikki as much as I like her “9to5 normal guy” version, though I have to say that when only half the transformation happens (ex. no makeup or a clean shave due to laziness) the image standing in front of me is a little surreal. Not bad, just surreal as this is not where I thought our friendship was headed.