Comfort shame:
Until someone smarter than me comes up with a better term, referring to the (hopefully) unintentional side effect of the “pillow princess” descriptive insult.i get it. You are so hardcore. You could kneel on pitted linoleum for hours. Of course, that won’t happen, because your Master isn’t into that sort of thing. But if you had to, you could, and you are such a bad-ass bitch that you wouldn’t even consider the notion of having any sort of cushion under you. Because, well, fuck, if you did, you would be one of those bitches. You know, the ones who say they’re a slave, but really aren’t, ’cause they probably are spoiled rotten, never have to suffer even a bit, top from the bottom, and call a safeword when it’s time to do the dishes. You know, those ones. We definitely don’t want to look like one of those.
‘Fuckno, i don’t want a mat under my knees! This shit is only gravel!’
le sigh. i have a confession to make, friends. i am not allowed to be that hardcore. For some reason, Sir insists i serve as His ottoman ensconced in fluffy, pretty, EVIL pillows. Apparently, when He wishes to take an hour (or two) long nap with His feet up, i am not permitted to bear the weight of His legs with only the sixty year old hardwood floor underneath my shaking limbs, oh no, i have to do it with something marginally comfortable underneath me.
It is tragic, i tell you.
Ridiculous, it seems that Sir is more concerned about how efficient a piece of furniture i am than how “slavey” i am. If i have to keep adjusting my position on a hard surface so i can walk the next day, i may tip over His dinner. Or, i would be interrupting His nap if i, y’know, collapsed or something. He’s mean, and cares more about maximising my utility than putting me in undue discomfort (well, only when He needs furniture, He seems to have no problem inflicting ‘undue discomfort’ any other time)
Apparently, Sir doesn’t understand that i am never going to be able to be a bad-ass bitch uberslave if He keeps making me kneel on soft things when i am His furniture. How will i ever find fulfillment if i am shamed by the (admittedly unknowing) derision of my peer group? WHY CAN’T I BE HARDCORE? -sobs-
I really, truly, honestly have no issue with the “pillow princess” descriptor. i know i’m not one. (well, maybe i am, i really should ask someone who knows about such things) It works for what it’s needed for, and i’m really not offended. i do, however, wonder what the ‘comfort shame’ fallout spread is.
You know what? When this and this arrive in the post, He will probably make me spend the whole evening holding His drink with that stupid thing on my stupid face with a pillow under my knees. i may as well angle to get that pretty meditation cushion i saw at World Market, because, well, shit, if i’m going to be an epic slave failure, i may as well do it in style.
i is shamed
-hangs head-
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