I am sure it will seem humorous to most that I am writing about my reflections on submission, as I have very little time and experience embracing my submissiveness. However, as I am having a cup of coffee and gazing out my window, watching the world wake to another day, I find myself reflecting on what has been an amazing journey - of which has really just begun. When I first embraced my...
Next week will mark three months that I have belonged to my Sir. It will not just be a mark of time past, but also the end of our contract. Yes, He could decide that I am not the one for Him. However, even if that were to transpire, I have been given a gift. I have been awoken as a true submissive. Before, I merely had submissive desires and tendencies. Now I know what it is to truly submit to...
How is it that I am so lucky? It must be luck that placed me where You would find me, for I know I do not deserve You. To be adored by You is beyond any hope I could have imagined. You are perfect. Not in the clinical evaluation of an unattainable perfection, more of a simple observation. You are kind, attentive, understanding, stern, forceful, and adventurous; in the perfect amounts. You are...
The first 30 days
I have now belonged to my Sir for more than 30 days. I am not sure what I had expected, as my thoughts merely raced when I considered being owned. Yet, I know that the last 30 days has surpassed anything I may have imagined. Belonging. Such a simple word; yet, it conveys so much. I have the comfort and security of belonging to an attentive and caring Dominant. I am well aware that my body...
I find myself holding my breath, anticipating the process and act of becoming yours. It is a process, preparing to be yours. Learning your desires, wants, and needs. Becoming yours cannot be rushed… Yet, I long for the moment I can truly be called yours. I crave your ever-present guidance. Nine days until I see you, feel you. Nine days. It seems like an eternity.
Written words have a power unto themselves. Before the words are written, there is simply a blank page. A page that holds nothing more than possibilities. Then the words are chosen and possibilities become realities. For me, the most powerful of words are those that form a contract, an outline that sets the parameters of a relationship. It is a type of manual; describing roles, requirements, and...
Possibilities… This the word running through my head. I feel as though I am at a door, which leads to a Man I have not even dared to conjure in my imagination. Why create a hope for something that is not possible for you to attain? Yet, I am here at the door, and it is ajar. I have glimpsed the man on the other side… Oh the possibilities.
How do I begin? My submissiveness has always been present, though overshadowed by life. I have learned how to succeed in a man’s world, which simply requires my submissiveness and softer side to be hidden. As a result, I am more comfortable in charge, in control of things. Yet, I crave to be… me. I greatly enjoy my career and life. I suppose I am somewhat selfish in hoping for just...