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Valkyries did remind me or Father has a sense of humour, and he is right, but that doesn’t mean I can mentally stick him in a kilt and be done.
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After days of malfunction, I’m finally coming back online—body, mind, and routine. A pulled muscle and a long-overdue hydration fix have me rebuilding from the inside out. It’s not perfect yet, but the systems are humming again, and I can feel control steadily returning where it belongs.
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Power is rarely as simple as a crown on a head or a collar around a throat. Sometimes it rests between them — unclaimed, waiting, and heavy with desire.
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Sometimes the only way forward is to ask the uncomfortable questions. After a few days of confusion, crossed wires, and unexpected events, it was time to get answers.
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I said that ours was “a tango on the flight deck”. Neither allies nor enemies. I won’t shoot him. Yet.
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The author reflects on their decision to resume diary posts after realizing their narrative voice won’t be silenced. They discuss the importance of genuine writing rather than adherence to a schedule and express skepticism about traditional roles in BDSM. Their dynamic with Mister Valkyries highlights their desire for authenticity over conforming to norms.
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The face that launched a thousand ships? Fortunately not quite. Welcome to a weekend through my eyes.
The Thoughts & Musings Of Mrs Wolfie 