Up from Scratch

Almost exactly a year ago, me and Daddy made a committment, that the leathers that I had bought and had been bought for me before I'd come onto this leather journey would be taken away from me, so that I could have the chance to earn them properly. So that instead of forever fretting as to whether I was right to wear my leathers when Daddy wore his, I decided that he would get to make that decision.

Yesterday, just before I got my tattoo done, Daddy called me into his room, and sat me down. He told me that over the past year, I had been improving greatly as a Leather boy, and that he was so pleased with my progression, that he felt that I had earned the leathers that he had been keeping from me. So, he took my leather pants, my harness, and my belts, laid them in front of me, and with as little ceremony as that, told me that my leathers were once again mine to do as I wished.

I don't think I can convey how proud I was of myself at that moment. It came as a complete surprise, and suddenly it gave my tattoo another meaning, well separate of anything that I would have imbued in it. Because now, this tattoo also marks the day that I made my Daddy proud, the day I had improved enough to prove myself to him.

I don't claim this is the end of the journey, just a milestone within it. I have so much more to improve on, an I plan to improve as much as I can for him. I will push myself, strive to be the best boy that I can be. Now everytime I get a glimpse of my tattoo, I will have it in my mind that memory, that feeling of pride.

Testicular Tug-of-war

I had a brilliant thought that totally needs turning into real life.

So, Tug of war is a game of strength, right? Well, Testicular Tug-of-war is a game of pain. You take two penised people, put parachute stretchers on each one, then have them play tug of war against each other. Simple!

It's not exactly a game of strength, because no person could really pull someone's entire weight on their testicles. It's more a question of who can withstand the most pain without letting up. Perfect competition to find out who really has Balls of Steel.

I need to find a way to set this up right away. It combines two great things - CBT and pride! What could possibly go wrong?

Boy Get Pride

It has come to my Daddy's attention that most of the posts that I make here are made on challenging things - on things that I don't feel I do very well. In this post, he has asked me to combat this, and write a post on something that I feel I do well. This has taken me some time, and I've had to look at myself with less critical eyes, but I found one thing that I've been doing very well at, and that is getting along with people.

Since I was a kid I've had a general dislike for conflict, in any form, and so for most of my life I have worked out strategies and skills which help me defuse conflicts before they happen. It's a very useful skill in a lot of places in life, and since my new job (which is a call centre job), I've been realising more and more how well I'm built to be a social defuser.

Part of me wonders if this skill is part of my submissive orientation, because a lot of my skills involves twisting my own desires around to meet the desires of others around me (in effect, trying to resolve conflict by making sure that at least the other person has what they want. Certainly, it makes me a rather natural service submissive, happy to do whatever my dom/daddy desires me to do. I actually take a great pride in this ability, even if it sometimes causes me angst. I like being easygoing, I like being able to bring arguments to reasonable conclusions, and I like that I can make friends very easily by helping them be at ease. I think all these are good assets, for me as well as my daddy.