My Domme/Teacher made me cry tears of happiness this morning. She posted this wonderful message to me and it struck deep into my heart. I do not have the words to even begin to describe how wonderful she makes me feel.
You are such a wonderful boy. You manage to be interested in me, loyal, supportive, & attentive without ever being needy, demanding, or “underfoot.” I am so proud to be able to know you & offer you some training here & there where I can. And above all, I am proud to call you my friend.
I'm not a Tumblr famous. I love it when a red number appears above my inbox icon. If someone followed me, I smile and it makes me happy. When I lose a follower, I ask myself why. When someone hates me, only few people comfort me. When I make a text post, I seldom have notes for it. Almost all of my posts are reblogged from other users. When I hold an honesty hour, you can count with your fingers the people who ask. But despite the fact that I have not much follower count, I am proud of my blog. Why? Because the person who is reading this right now chose to follow me. :) I love you followers.