There were over 100 submissions in response to my call out for photos showing off the beauty of submissive men. I cannot tell you how delighted this makes me.
My goal was to produce something amazing with the images, something that shows the glorious diversity and beauty of submissive men, all stunningly different and unique.
Thank you to everyone who trusted me enough to contribute their photos. It was an absolute joy and a privilege to receive them, and it was incredibly happy-making to work on this project. I hope the result makes you as happy as it made me to create it.
Since you didn’t join me, you get a cropped version (see there, at the right… yes there) ======>>>
Squint and then tell me you see the bulging bicep, if you want to be sweet to me, just refer to my ‘guns’…
Lunch yesterday with some friends who I hadn’t seen for a couple of months had one of them exclaiming (several times, and completely unprompted) about how fabulous I look. In truth, while I can *feel* improvement (muscle where before there was softness), I don’t really *see* much of an externally visible change, so that was a wonderful affirmation of the results.
Overall, in three months:
I have lost about 5 pounds (about 2 kilos) off an already slim frame
I have lost a few centimetres off various body areas, an average of 5% (via Jefit)
My cardio fitness has improved. I have no way of measuring by how much exactly, but I am faster, stronger, better
My strength has increased by about 20% over the period (via Jefit)
I can *feel* muscles where there were none before (indulge me, I am totally referring to ‘my guns’!)
Bits that were soft and jiggly are less soft and less jiggly
Bits that were *gasp* dimpled are less dimpled
The minimal changes in the measurable stats explain why I didn’t think there was any visible difference: There is no evidence for any (and even my ‘skinny jeans’ seem to fit much the same). I *did* expect more noticeable results, but that’s me just having too-high expectations of my body.
My expectation was that my weight would remain pretty stable (which it did), but for the measurements to change quite a bit as I built muscle (they didn’t). I am grateful for the impressed exclamations yesterday that validated that there *was* noticeable change that doesn’t seem to be born out by the stats and that I struggle to see myself.
So what now?
I’m not ready to stop because I’m not yet where I want to be, but I can *see* the goal from here, so it feels achievable. The fact that I’m not *dying* to stop makes me feel all strong and raawwwrr-ish. I still don’t enjoy going to the gym (and probably never will), but I do like the sense of accomplishment and feeling of mental tenacity I get from persevering.
I can do another three months. Surely. Anyone else care to join?
My twitter followers know already that I was told by the gym owner that I make ‘I’ll have what she’s having’ noises when I hit my high point in cardio. Yesterday I recorded it.
Now unfortunately, JUST when I hit the high point, a trainer brought someone to the bike beside me, and started to give them instructions. So not only was he speaking loudly, I was then *very* aware that they were right there which made me politely refrain from noise-making in my usual exuberant manner. Still, it made me laugh, so here it is.
(the first 60 seconds is me at maximum intensity for the session (the ‘high point’), the last 30 seconds is cool down)
I am absolutely loving the contributions to this project so far. Thank you so much to everyone who has been kind enough to send me a photo. Submissions close on 24th July (Australian time, so there is a little wiggle room!).
I like to touch my partner when I am driving with him. Or to have him touching me. Just to stay connected.
To hold hands, like we are 12 years old, all innocent-like.
Or to reach over and rest my hand on his thigh, feel him shift ever so slightly closer so that I don’t have to stretch quite so far.
But best of all, I like to take his hand, slip it between my legs, slide it up my thighs, and pull it tight up against my pussy. It fits there like it belongs, intimate and sexy.
I like how it feels warm and heavy against me.
I like the pressure of it tucked up hard between my thighs.
I like that I can feel the back, the palm, the edge of his hand for maximum skin on skin.
I like how his fingers curl down over my inner thigh and hold me.
I like the implied possibility of his touch against my crotch.
I like to slip my hand down there beside his, my fingers between his fingers, to get more contact, because however much I am touching him, it is never enough.
And sometimes, I like to tease him.
I like to ask him if he would like to stroke against the material there with his little finger, pushing the fabric between the lips of my pussy, creating a valley to run his fingertips against me, to press against the heat there, to tease me into dampness.
I like it when the teasing hardens his cock, makes him squirm, makes him struggle not to move his fingers against me, makes him hope that I will give permission.
All of that I like when I am driving because, well, when I am driving, he just seems so very far away from me.