I love being on a short leash.
It’s disabling, controlling, submissive, humbling, humiliating. A powerful reminder that I am not the boss. I am not in control anymore.
I’m allowed (on request and if there is room in the budget) a maximum of $20 in any week. And I have to return all change at the end. It’s a massive head trip. I had to fess up to a friend that I couldn’t pay for drinks yesterday. Can’t hide from it, I was only carrying $20 and it wasn’t enough.
Got home and as my planned nights out are done, I had to surrender the money back to my wife, leaving me totally without access to money again. I just need to remember to be thankful for the money when I return anything I didn’t spend. Would be interesting to be grounded if I wasn’t appropriately respectful to my wife for her generosity.
So all this makes my submissive self ache with desire to please. It’s unbelievably powerful.
I truly am on a short leash and cannot escape this exquisite submissive prison I have crafted.