Happy Saturday! I trust everyone survived Friday the 13th and are ready to dive into the weekend. This week we’re back with The General’s Little Angel. Thanks to all of you for the emails you’ve sent me about this piece. You are the ones who gave me the courage to put it out there and I am so grateful that I listened to you. Don’t forget to see what everyone else is up to over at Saturday Spankings Blog.
What does age-play really look like and can an independent and intelligent woman really find healing as a submissive in a BDSM relationship?
As General G’s PA, I was privileged to travel and explore many parts of the world. I admit that I was somewhat of a brat, a fact that he discovered very early in our relationship. I was also out of control as I tried to numb myself from my past. General G took it upon himself to be a Daddy to me and my first Dominant as well. He made me face my fears, try exotic foreign foods, and even challenged me to go outside my comfort zone and learn to play–while he played along with me. Despite the trouble I got into (and there was plenty) and the consequences that came of it, I never felt abandoned, unloved or afraid.
This is the true story about my first Dom and my introduction into the age-play dynamic and disciplinare, as well as the background behind what brought me to the place of submission. Many things happened after being taken under my general’s protective (and incredibly patient) wing. He took a young, broken, abused, and unloved little girl and gave her significance and worth through love, firm guidance and boundaries. He made me laugh, helped me to cry, and showed me the power and healing contained within the age-play lifestyle. He made it safe for my inner child to express herself and taught me that it was good to enjoy life.
But no one really knows what happens behind closed doors. This was one of the most difficult books that I have written. It not only brought up many memories, both good and bad, but it also forced me to reveal parts of my past that some might find disturbing. Because of those issues, I felt this story would be a valuable asset to the Breaking Chains© series. It is also the inspiration behind the writing of the Generals’ Daughter and The Captains’ Wives series (coming soon)
I pray that all of you are blessed with at least one person who has positively impacted your life and that you grab every opportunity and positively touch others. Always remember—your words and actions have the power to either heal or kill. Which direction do you choose?
Luvs, (Listen, Understand, Validate with Sincerity)
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Publishers Note: This is a true story that contains loving age-play and mild BDSM, spanking of adult women, and discussion regarding domestic violence and self-harm.
“I told Les to keep an eye on you. What part of sticking to his side didn’t you understand?” Ray asked, his mouth set in a grim line.
“It was all my fault. I wondered off. I’m sorry.”
“Les, go down and grab some chow. I want to have a little talk with our prodigal young lady in private. We’re leaving for Seoul tomorrow morning right after chow, so we’ll see you then.”
“Yes, Sir. Night.” He left the room faster than I could take a breath.
“I’m pissed,” Ray said, his hands on his hips. “Do you have any idea how worried I was?”
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to get lost.”
“Did you do what I told you?” I faced the floor and shook my head. He cleared his throat. “I can’t hear you. Speak up, young lady.”