I Broke A Small Promise To My Submissive Friend
Anonymous Sleepy Fawn #919 · General Confessions
Ever since I started working as a bartender at a cozy little pub in the heart of the city, I've also had this side life where I'm a Mommy to my submissive friend, Alex. We met through an adult kink community and bonded over our shared interests. Over time, we developed this dynamic that feels natural and comfortable for both of us. The rules we set for ourselves are few but important; they create a space where trust and mutual respect thrive. One rule in particular is something I take very seriously, not breaking promises to my sub. It's one thing about our dynamic that makes me feel like an adult Mommy, the kind who keeps her word and helps guide Alex through their own journey of self-discovery and growth within this space. The other day though, I made a small promise to Alex to bake some cookies for them because it was their birthday. We usually meet over dinner or drinks when they're in town from out of state, but last week the city had a heatwave that kept me at work late. So while we were supposed to be bonding with homemade goodies and heartfelt chats, I ended up staying at my tiny apartment by myself, too exhausted to do anything. The next day, Alex called me and I felt this knot in my stomach as soon as I heard their voice over the phone line. They sounded so happy and excited for us to connect but all I could think about was how much I disappointed them. I explained that I didn't have the energy or time to bake because of work, but inside, I knew it wasn’t just about the cookies, it was breaking a promise we made together. I felt awful after that call. There's this part of me that worries Alex might feel let down by my inability to follow through with something we agreed on. As our Mommy, it’s a responsibility to lead and support them, even if I’m struggling personally too. This time though, I couldn’t muster up the effort. I'm not sure how long this feeling will linger, whether it’ll fade once we meet again or stick around like a bad taste in my mouth. Either way, it’s something that feels important to address and work through, because it's not just about missing out on homemade birthday cookies; it’s about valuing the trust I’ve built with Alex as their Mommy.