Antlers are made for grabbing

I am writing you today to inform you of something I just found out. It turns out that the 'low powered' Co2 gun I use for gunplay, (so far always unloaded, because safety first) which a girl has been trying to convince me to shoot her with in the act because "it won't be that bad", is strong enough that it embeds the pellets in the solid brick of my walls, after going through several layers of padding and cushioning I had set up as a bullet trap for misses when targetshooting. Unfortunately this revelation has made the girl more interested in getting shot, not less.

Oops,

Anon

I was trained my entire life as a disabled child and now a disabled woman to always make myself and my disability smaller. I needed to take up less space, downplay my symptoms, go without the rest I need, and I most definitely learned to never complain or demand attention, never to be too exhausted for too long, or else I’d get on people’s nerves.

Having a service pup has been such a game changer though. So many submissives DESPERATELY WANT to make our lives easier as dominants, to care for us, to be useful in a really tangible way. So… I let my submissive do it. I let him be my service dog.

My service pup reminds me to rest when I need it and offers to get up and get things for me so I don’t use my sore legs. My service pup reminds me to drink water multiple times a day because he knows I get dizzy when I don’t. My service pup reminds me to take up space and demand respect from those around me and threatens to bite those who won’t give it. My service dog is strong and I know he’s being serious when he says he’d carry me in his arms up every set of stairs in every building that doesn’t have an elevator.