I need You to love me even when I’m a mess. I need You to love me even when I’m a brat. I need You to love me even when it’s hard. Even when I make it hard. (And I know that sometimes I do.)
And I need You to show me that You do.
Sound familiar, Tilly?
Good morning, Tilly.
I hope you are waking up well rested, with a smile on your face.
Thinking about what you did for me last night, while having your morning coffee?
I suppose they would work for a fancy Venetian ball, Tilly.
They are something else! I love them!
You were beautiful, performing for me in your uniform, Tilly.
You always make me feel beautiful, Sir
I know, Tilly.
I want you to succeed in your efforts to please me.
I want it to take some effort.
I want you to have to go out of your way.
I want you to have a sense of accomplishment, when you succeed.
But I don’t want you to fuck up.
I don’t want to set you up to fail.
If I do, then it is my fault, not yours.
I want to build you up, not tear you down.
I want to put a smile on your face, not a tear in your eye.
I want being my whore to be the most fulfilling thing you have ever done.
Tilly Bloom 