Properly.
You are not in trouble.
But your mother is on a list now.
Vince, please don’t its not a big deal
We’re not doing that conversation by text.
Breathe.
Eat.
Do your walk.
And baby?
Yes?
A filter ruins your beauty not adds.
My beautiful, adorable sub doesn’t need them
That’s very bossy.
That’s very Daddy.
Another message landed before I could answer.
New rule.
Any time you feel tempted to use a filter on a photo for me,
you send me one extra picture.
Unedited.
Closer.
No excuses.
You talk to me about why you wanted to blur it.
I get the final say.
My chest ached, stupidly full.
You’re turning my insecurity into self improvement
Not improvement. Acceptance.
I’m turning it into honesty.
And control.
Both of which look very good on you.
Now go eat, before I add punishments to the syllabus.
