Barren

I just don’t have much to give today.
I’m trying though.

It’s been a rough couple of days and I don’t know how to get myself back into “that” frame of mind, or if I even can.
Though I admit (almost unwillingly) that the little things do help. I almost don’t want them to (nose, meet spite.) I went back and forth with replying, “Sorry. Just not feeling it.” Then got up this morning and did it anyway.  I just couldn’t help myself.  The tiniest possibility that it’ll make his day better, that he will get something out of it, that it will make him feel good, even when my logical brain (or is it my illogical brain, at the moment I don’t know which is on Top) anyway, whichever one, says, “Why bother?”, even as it’s saying that, I’m looking through my outfits to find something that will work with garters, that will comply with his request.
Sometimes being submissive sucks.
But then every time I get up to cross the room I feel them against my body, against my skin, and I am constantly aware of them, and it feels a little tiny bit like rope–
And I think about him.
So there’s that.  I guess that will have to be enough.