Dominants are People too - Who Knew?!

I had never really thought about it... I mean, I had thought about the dynamics and thought process that go behind power exchange.  Up until tonight I thought I had done my best to comprehend what He goes through - but now I am realizing that I have absolutely no clue... and that was a bit foolish on my part.  Dominants Masters and Daddys are people too - yes I know that in my heart, but my brain refuses to see them subject to the same fears, insecurities, and hurts that I go through.  Why do I have such a need for Him to be invincible?  Just because He struggles with moments of insecurities does not mean that he will always waiver on things I need so desperately - like structure and boundaries.  Just because He admits that He needs me and my surrender as much I as need Him doesn't make him weak...  Isn't that something I should hope for?  That sounds like a good balance of give and take....  Maybe that is why I haven't thought about it... I already doubt so much about myself these days, my nature aches with the thought of disappointing the One I want to please the most... So perhaps I don't trust myself with that kind of power over the One I desire... I know first hand how much it can hurt to be betrayed in that manner and I hate the thought of doing it to someone else - even if it wasn't intentional... 

This jumbling series of emotional thoughts were triggered by a blogpost that I read last night and didn't even realize what I was seeing until it misted through my brain this evening...  Thank you again, Dauntless Vitality, for stirring my mental pot. 

Submissive Emotions and the Dominant

The majority of the time, whenever I read other blogs or forum posts I will reference them here and add my own comments or put my own spin on the topic.  But tonight, I am so touched by an article - and a Blogger, that I ... I don't think I need to add anything at all.  So here it is, with a link at the end to the Author.  

"I warned you! I told you how this would be. I told you how intense this could and probably would become. I told you how emotional this would become for you. I told you this would be like no other relationship you have ever had. I told you how it would be hard to go back once I had taken you there. Did you believe me? Did you think I was lying? Did you really think I was just telling you things to lure you in? Maybe...maybe not. You had no way of knowing. You had no reference point. You had never been here before to be able to understand. But...now you see. Now you get it. Now you understand. Now...you are addicted!"

I read about a lot of women who decide to embrace her submissive side. She comes out of the closet and becomes more open about who she is and needs to be. But does she really know what she is in for? Does she really know how emotional and mental this will become? Does she really even know what she wants and is willing to do? No! There is no way she can.
There are several aspects we can look at in this regard. Today I just want to focus on emotions. More specifically, the emotions that come about and begin evolve once she takes the steps and gets going in this lifestyle. Once a submissive woman comes to grips with her needs and desires, and finds the right Dominant to lead her down this road, that's when things get much more deep than she can imagine them being.

From personal experience, I can tell you that no woman, no matter what or how you try to explain to her, can grasp how her emotions will become involved. How her need will grow. How this will become an addiction for her. She has no way to know. She has no reference point as of now. I can drill into a sub how intense this can be. How emotional it will become. But until she is actually there and feeling it, she really can't know and understand.
She will be required, with me anyway, to be completely open and honest at all times. She will be required to open herself and her inner thoughts to me like she never has to anyone before in her life. She will be faced with being vulnerable like never before. In many women this will strike fear. Fear of having to be that open. Fear of having to share such a dark side of her newly discovered self. Fear of being hurt by being so open. There is no hiding and no holding back. Many times she has been hurt in the past, and has withdrawn and put up so many barriers that it takes an entire demolition crew to begin to knock down those walls. This can be a very emotional time for her. She wants this and needs this, but is scared to death at the same time, as she is introduced more and more to this life by discussions, pictures, assignments, and so on.

This is where having the right Dominant is so important. It is at this very moment that her entire submissiveness swings in the balance. This can become the best thing ever, or it can become the nightmare she so greatly fears. Who holds the key to which way it will swing? I, the Dominant, does. It is up to me to guide her through this jungle of emotions. It is up to me to support her, do all I can to make her feel safe, and to show her I care. That I'm not just here to use her and do all these naughty things to her and treat her like trash. Although, this may be what she believes by all she has seen and read on the internet. I'm here to help support and hold her up. I'm here to lead her down this path, help her face her fears, and see that I mean what I say and I am who I say I am. That I'm not here to tear her down, but to build her up. It is through this support and care that she will begin to believe that I am truly here for her. That I really do want to help her be who she needs to be, and in a loving and caring manner. That I don't want to change her, but want to open her up and help her spread her wings to be who she already is.

There are a lot of Doms, or alleged Doms, out there. They will make all sorts of claims. Many think it's about having a woman bow to you, get on her knees, suck your cock, there for you to fuck whenever they want, etc... They think it would be great to have a woman do whatever they say. What they don't know and realize is how much time and effort goes into a submissive in supporting and caring for her. He doesn't realize that, in contradictory terms, the more of himself he gives to her, the more he will get from her. There is so much work on a mental and emotional side of a D/s relationship, before you really can appreciate and accept the physical side of it. There's no wonder a lot of submissives I read about have had issues and problems in the lifestyle. Lucky for us good Dominants (yes I'm making an assumption about myself), the drive and pull in a submissive keeps her going and looking, even after a bad experience or two.
My point is this...there are some very emotional times for a submissive in coming to grips with who she is. It takes a lot of work and effort to be able to guide her and get her comfortable with this. It takes a caring and strong Dominant to be able to work through this with her, and want to work through this with her. If you take the time to build her up, show her the way, show her how great this can be, take care of and support her, then you are building a strong foundation for your future. She will be much more loyal and giving of herself, if she sees and knows you are willing to give of yourself as well. If your foundation is weak, well...don't be surprised when the house comes tumbling down. It's no ones fault but your own, as the Dominant. She has no way to know otherwise and is counting on you to know and lead her.

Can you do that? Can you build a strong foundation for her to be steady on her feet? Can you work with her the way she needs and deserves? Can you give yourself to her, so she will give herself in return? Can you? You better! Or you better not act surprised when you have lots of issues that can't be resolved. She deserves the best and all you have. If you can't give her that, then maybe you should stay in the kiddie pool until you grow up enough to swim with the adults!

By Dauntless Vitality, find the original post here.

A taste

When you get a taste of a real Man, 

the rest of the world never tastes the same...

Snow Not-So-White

Um ... when I asked for a bedtime story, Daddy, that's not exactly what I had in mind...

Although... now that I think about it... 

A younger woman enters the picture, Daddy takes an interest in her and the new wife gets jealous... So the girl is sent into the woods to escape her wrath.  She stumbles along the home of seven strong determined men who allow her to remain with them as long as she cooks, cleans, and obeys their restrictions..  But one day, Snow White disobeys, the way that curious little girls tend to do.  The Men push her severely!  She is placed in a small glass box and put on display so everyone can see what a naughty girl she has been.   Eventually the right Man for her comes along and takes her home with Him, to serve Him and His kingdom... 

Hmm maybe Snow White wasn't so innocent after all! 

Love

"I think... if it is true 
that there are as many minds 
as there are heads, 
then there are as many 
kinds of love as there are hearts." 

- Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Don't let anyone else tell you how to love.

Happy Valentine's Day

A gaze

“his yellow eyes gazed at me possessively- I wondered if he realized that the way he looked at me was far more intimate than copping a feel could ever be.” ~ Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

I have not read this book yet or read anything by this author... but after discovering this quote, I must confess that I am much more tempted...  (Please don't judge me by the nature of this book, I cannot help that its a twilight copy cat kind of read.  The quote just spoke to me. lol) 

I tend to shy away from eye contact, especially when I am in a power exchange relationship with someone.  Once those defenses are lowered and the dynamic has developed, eye contact leaves me totally vulnerable and completely exposed.  My face is too expressive and my nature isn't one to protect myself from the One I ache to please... so everything is there... accessible... completely bare... and yes, those moments are far more intimate than any physical touch can be... perhaps that is why they steal my breath... 

So yes, a gaze can definitely bring me to my emotional/mental knees... much faster than a physical touch can.

True Tests, to Speak or Not to Speak

As I browse the net reading forums, blogs about surrender or mastery, and even skimming profiles on kink sites one thing continues to pop out at me.  People are eager to test their surrender, test their dominance, test test test.  As if not wearing panties to the grocery store will display the depths of someone's true slavery.  Or if by paying her bills he will demonstrate his ability to control her life.  While I do understand and have experienced certain points of pushing boundaries along the way, I'm not fond of tests.  In my humble opinion, life will throw enough tests at the relationship and dynamics without someone's insecurities dreaming them up.  Even early in my surrender, I noticed that those who wish to have these elaborately designed tests the most often stumbled over the everyday opportunities to demonstrate their loyalty   

Yes women are emotional creatures, passionate and moody.  Yes, some women have a tendency to run off at the mouth whenever the mood strikes.  Our very thoughts hurtle themselves past our lips without so much of a hesitation as to how this will reflect not only on the One we serve but also the very nature of our relationships.  I have often witnessed such displays be covered up with a shrug and "well I was jealous", "you shouldn't have been ignoring me", or "I have PMS" or some other crappy  reason that would allow us to do and say as we wish - without any consequences.  And what is worse, many do this with the intention of "well he will do this and that differently if he doesn't want me to do this again"...  Which is a slap in the face of whoever owns that mouthy brat.  

 

I have never been one to believe that a woman "makes only one choice" when it comes to her surrender and service.  I have always felt that true service isn't one decision, but a thousand small choices.  In my experiences, the mouth is the hardest thing to control yet often reflects the most about their relationship.  Yet this is the one part of the dynamic that isn't considered most of the time...

In no way have I accomplished the ability to muffle myself when it is needed the most, but I have developed a way to shut down to a certain degree... Which tends to mean that I have to beg permission in private to voice the thoughts screaming inside my head... Some would argue that that is the best way to handle it, when I wonder if it is realistic to swallow those vocal conflicts and remain focused on serving Him, pleasing Him, obeying Him... rather than manipulating Him?  

I ran across this picture and my mind was spinning.  I hope this entry wasn't too scattered to comprehend.  

ever thoughtful,

elana

Huh?

Over the years, Pixie and I have joked about the crazy stuff we have gone through... Not only with meeting guys, crazy requests, and how some of it is so.... well we are happy to laugh so we don't cry. We have toyed with the idea of writing a book, about the hysterical nightmares that we have survived. While I think it could be a learning experience for novices and perhaps give some hope to those going through the same, I've always been one who is very anti-bullying. I do not handle shaming well so I am hesitant to dish it out to others.

But I have collected a few gems along the way and really want to share them tonight. No names or locations will be revealed, and only the funny parts will be on display. Don't worry, having more context will NOT make it make anymore sense.

From a 'dominant': either i own you or i don't own you no matter if i have collared you or not. stop the bullshit about you don't technically own me.

From a 'submissive': it isn't back peddling it is correcting the stuff i say once it gets out of my mind

From a kinkster: it takes two-three months to get to know you. furthermore it doesn't matter if you ask for pics to soon.... I ask for pics about an hour into the conversation that doesn't make me a pic collector or anything I just want some proof that you are real.

These kind of things make me shake my head... and wish I could call some kind of reality police to go either check to make sure these folk are the legal age or to encourage these people to stop.  To.. Just.. Stop.  

While Pixie and I find this funny and a little sad, we have the experience to know that this is not how it is supposed to be.  Interactions are not supposed to go this way, not even within the realms of power exchange.  Unfortunately, many novices out there are not this informed... Please if you are new, please seek out your local groups to learn and mentor with someone you trust.  There are amazing books that offer a wealth of information.  Here is an example, make sure that you look over the 'related book' section at the bottom of the page.  

touch

If a Dominant is the center of a submissive’s universe, 
it is because she thinks so, 
not because he does. 
~ J. Mikael Togneri

Maybe that’s what I have been looking for. 
When storms and rockslides threaten, 
I am looking for someone who will hold on to me and not let go. 
 ~Courtney Milan

Duality Desired

I'm a nice girl.  I have a good sense of humor and work hard.  I am very submissive and possess a slave's heart...  I am very attracted to Gentlemen.  I'm not saying that I want to be treated like I am made of glass or super fragile... But I do want to be treated like a lady in public.  I understand being treated a certain way at a play party or with like minded friends, but... in public... I want to be treated like a person.  

No matter where I am, I will always belong to the One that owns me.  I will follow Him as deep as He wishes to take me, but its important to me that things appear 'normal' in public.  Yes I will be His slave, yes I will be His whore, yes I will be His property... but I also need to be His lady in public.  

Please know that this means I will behave as a lady in public.  I am respectful and well mannered.  I will not embarrass Him by correcting Him in public, rubbing His nose into anything (figuratively), or  by airing dirty laundry to anyone who will listen.

The full truth is that being treated with respect in public makes me feel safe.  It makes me feel like He will take care of me, I don't mean financially or sexually - but it makes me feel protected.  Plus there is something about being lead through a crowd by His hand in mine or directed by His hand at my back.  And my heart melts whenever He places an order for me... 

Until recently, I never realized this was a taboo part of power exchange.  Why are men so ashamed to treat their women like a lady?  Shouldn't that go hand in hand with her belonging to Him?  Sometimes I worry that society is moving away from manners, etiquette  and class... then other times I think that the internet has eliminated the need for such things.  It seems when someone can hide online, what doesn't work for one person, who knows her worth and doesn't put up with that immature pouting crap, will probably work on the next girl who doesn't know any better... and that is so very sad.

Thank you humbly for listening to my rambling... I try not to rant but this is a very important topic to me... and I don't understand why I am often called 'spoiled, selfish, unslavelike' by this desire to be treated as His - in every way.

Claiming her

you can grab her hair and mark her neck…

you can thrust into the soft yielding sweetness of her…

you can entwine with her in one sweaty tangled heap….

but the only way you will truly claim her 

is when you have invaded her every thought.

- Shared by beautflstranger, on tumblr

Peek a boo! I see me!

I know how this feels, every time I meet someone that I really like and have to reveal about my condition. Or I meet a vanilla guy that I like and I want to share parts of my kinky side with him.  Normally talking about these things will make me a nervous wreck, but this video clip makes me laugh!  I have definitely played out my share of conversations in my head - although I'm not as creative (in their responses) as Dexter.

I'm not sure if it is the product of my experiences or a certain level of maturity I am reaching... but I'm not so worried with revealing 'my secret' as I used to be.  Either the person will accept me or not, and then that's that.  It doesn't mean that I can't accept myself just because he can't deal.  I don't want to be subject to the whim of those I meet anymore, it doesn't change who I am or what I have to offer.  

I'm far from perfect, but there are a lot more people out there who are much more messed up than I am.  And for today, that's enough for me.

Becoming His

You will know pain. 


You will know pleasure. 


You will scream, moan and whimper. You may cry. You will surrender total control. You will be stripped bare; emotionally, mentally and physically. You will be free and you will fall to pieces. And in these arms, you will find safety. I will guide you, push you and break you. 


Then I will hold you as you tremble, and gather every single piece.

The desire to claim you, in every way. The gift you give freely as you lay your body at my altar. I accept it, embrace it and honor it. With every strike, every bite, every rough thrust of my hips. When sheathed within your slick walls that tightens around me and pull me in deeper. Just as you reach your precipice my hands instinctively wrap around your throat. Because I am not tender, I am not sweet, I am not a man who will bow to you. I am the one who hungers for you on a primitive level and the beast within me accepts your precious gift. Using you to my pleasure yet needing more. I tighten my grip on your throat as I gaze into your eyes… because I need to be the very air you breathe.

Both are by Feral Deviant on tumblr

What you want

What you want 

by RefinedMaster  

You and I want the stillness and quiet mind that comes when you give up. I want the pleasure that comes when you please. you want me to know it is no "gift" you give. you are doing what you need to. It is no "gift". you want easy silence. And we want easy laughter. you want the loss of control. you want to go past or over or beyond what you imagine the edge to be. you want to feel safe with someone taking you there. you want to trust that someone will bring you back. you want to learn. you want to be pushed. you want to be challenged. you want to be wanted. 


you want the freedom that comes with complete surrender and submission. you want your submission and surrender to be absolutely genuine and real. you want to respect me. I will make you nervous. Few do. you want to be played with. you want to be used. you want to be bound. you want to give what I want. Or I want you to take it if that's what you want. you want to be completely uninhibited and you want to feel what that's like. you want to be accepted after that. you want that small smile to cross your lips the next day when you think of what happened the night before. 


you want that heat that comes from your passion and surrender and my passion and control. you want to be devoured and ripped apart. And seen. And then you want to want to stay. And you want to stay looking at the person who did it. Then you might want pancakes. you want the chemistry. 


you want the real deal. 


And you want the truth.

Thank you Sir for allowing me to share your journal entry.

Insecurities

The major insecurities are always physical. It’s your stomach, your feet, your legs, your nose, your cheeks. There’s always something about yourself you don’t like, and that starts flashing red the instant you get ambushed by a mirror. It’s all you can see, and it doesn’t matter how good the rest looks, it’s the coherent portrait in the middle of a Pollock painting. It’s a banana viscously inserted into a beautiful Turner storm. 

Of course there are mental facets that you’re not a fan of, but they’re the ones that you con yourself into thinking you can hide from public consumption, bury under general effusiveness, bad jokes and a winning smile. You can’t get rid of this nose, even if you did want to just spite the face, because frankly a noseless face wouldn’t exactly be preferable. Doesn’t mean you haven’t thought about it.  

But you’re being ridiculous. No, really, you are.  

Everyone has insecurities, because that’s the way society works. It tears down the things you think make you strong, and leaves you exposed with your weaknesses, to be laughed at. The worst part is that you help them; you pull apart your strengths just as much as they do, and then feel all the more worried about the things that someone once said something about that was maybe not the most flattering. 

Fuck ‘em. 

You’re beautiful. You’ve obsessed over that one tiny blemish for so long you’ve lost sight of things. You don’t realise that it’s because of that tiny blemish that your face works, or your body looks as lovely as it does. You don’t realise that your habit of making stupid jokes at the wrong times is the reason that someone is going to love you some day. Just let go of it all. Take a moment, think about it for a second, and then let go.

The greatest thing D/s has ever done is put you on a fast track to self acceptance. I can tear you down for things that you aren’t, while emphasising the beauty that you are. I call you a slut and then kiss that nose, I turn your arse a lurid shade of red and then dress you up to show of your stomach, and call you the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen because of it. I obsess over you in the way you obsess over your flaws, and frankly my dear, my obsession is just a little more powerful than yours.
And as for my insecurities? You blow them all away the instant you call me a beautiful name and do exactly what I say. Because why on earth would a creature as beautiful as you ever do something I say, unless I’m worthy of it? 

You make me worthy. And I make you beautiful. It’s all rather lovely.

 by My Trousers Rolled

Vulnerability

Reading this literally brought tears to my eyes tonight... This man is able to put feelings into words that I can't even... identify for myself... let along share them with anyone else... He truly has a gift and I am very thankful He allows me to share His words here.  Even though it happens time after time, I am in shock how closely his thoughts mirror my own. 

I must confess, this one... truly speaks to my heart and soul tonight... 

Vulnerability isn’t weakness. It’s about showing me the most private pieces of yourself, and that doesn’t make you weak. You’re still as strong as you’ve ever been. To me, you’re stronger.  

You protect yourself; you have to. There are people out there in the big bad world who would leap at the chance to tear you down, throw your face in the mud and make you breathe it. Who would make your life a nightmare, if they were given half the chance. So you hide your vulnerable parts away, like any sensible person would, along with your insecurities, your neurosis, and your little shames.  

But you lose something, when you do that. You spend so much effort locking these things away, these things you want to have out there, because they make you you, and it’s exhausting. You’re exhausted. You’ve been hiding these things away for so long, that you aren’t even sure that you know how to find them again. You just hope you marked the spot with a twenty foot X.  

 It’s ok. I've got a treasure map. I can find them for you, bring them out, and let you take your guard down, dissemble all those walls and just enjoy the open air for a moment. I’ll watch the door, make sure no one else comes in and sees them, I promise. It’ll just be me, me and your vulnerabilities. Your idiosyncrasies, your insecurities, and your little shames. I love your little shames.  

That’s what I’m here for, after all. To make you at ease, to make you comfortable enough to bring those things bubbling back to the surface, because they’ve been submerged for so very, very long. I’m your moat, your drawbridge, your castle walls. I keep the worst out, so you can get rid of all the bullshit that you have to use to protect yourself. That’s me. That’s what I’m for.

-By My Trousers Rolled, on tumblr.

Look at Me

These moments are always the hardest for me... Not the bondage, or the exposure of flesh, but the moment where He tells me to look at Him... The command to meet His gaze. 


When I am connected with someone, eye contact is hard for me. But in this setting, my features completely unguarded and vulnerabilities presented before Him like a wanton display. 


But He would know that about me. He would know that the slow caress of the cold cuffs over each wrist, the sound of them securing my ankles - He would know those things make my heart race, my breath catch, and the neediest dirtiest sluttiest thoughts fill my mind... Telling me - at that moment - at that desperately whoreishly completely exposed to my sickest fantasies moment - to meet His gaze... 


It's almost too much... Yet... when He feeds on that part of me... It's not enough, because in that second that I meet His gaze - I can't help but offer everything up to His appetite.

See what I see

 

I need you to do something for us today, pet.   

Start in the morning when you see that girl in the mirror. I want you to think about her then, and all day. I know what you see when you see her, but let’s not talk about that—let’s talk about why I see. Let me lend you my eyes for just a minute… try to see her as I see her. Don’t worry about whether I am right or wrong… start today by trying to see a little bit of what I see. 

I see a girl who is gorgeous. What I see physically—her eyes, her lips, her breasts, her figure—are not what we are talking about. Yes, your is beauty is beyond the power of my words to capture it, but your Master sees beyond those things—I see your heart. We need to talk today about things you can’t see in that mirror. 

I see a girl who is strong. She has been hurt. She has made some mistakes, and has the scars to show for it. I see a girl whose trust in herself has been destroyed, who has been, at times, almost ground down to nothing. But you were not ground down to nothing… you did endure. You are far stronger than you realize. You must see that you are not your mistakes. I am in awe of the strength inside that girl in the mirror.   

I also see a girl with a bright future and infinite potential stretching before her, if she is just brave enough to reach for it. You must trust yourself and your potential. I can lift you a little higher at times… support you and carry you a little ways… but you must do the work. You must be fearless and brave, pet. Dare to dream a wonderful future, and we will work toward it together. 

I see a girl I want so much it scares me. I know you are terrified I will wake up one day and be done with you; whether tired, frustrated or bored, but those are the demons of your fears and insecurities whispering lies in your ear. I will love you more every day. 

I know that girl in the mirror scares you, and I know you don’t quite trust my vision. Give me time. Give me your trust. in time, you will come to know her and see what I see. Trust your Master. 

There is a reason you are mine. I love you, my sweet, sweet pet.   

-Shared by Her-Master, on tumblr. 

Normally I don't relate with the mushy stuff, but this post/caption touched me.  Like many others, I struggle with the version of myself that I see... how lucky His girl is to have a Master that is teaching her to see herself through His eyes - instead of the past remarks of those who have been cruel to her.  

You Inspire Me

You inspire me. Your tenacity, and your strength, are inspiring things. To go from where I take you, with my words and my hands, with the whips and the ropes, and rebuild yourself, and put on your everyday clothes and your everyday smile, to slip back into the persona and enjoy yourself as an everyday person, after that. 

It’s astonishing, really. It doesn’t seem like something that should be possible, to go from that sobbing, begging, beautifully broken thing into the well composed, well adjusted person that I see when others are around. To hide the bruises, both the ones on your body and the ones on your mind, under pretty, loose, pleasant clothes, and just go about your day. 

 The most amazing thing is how you do it with me, how you can go from what you were into what you are, and just be with me as a woman and a friend, despite what I turn you into when we slip into the bedroom, especially after I turn you into what I do. After all that begging, and pleading, and whimpers and moans, after the climax after climax. The spankings, the bindings, the whispered words. 

I love that I get to see both sides of you like that. And I love both sides of you, because of that. 

 - Shared by My Trousers Rolled, on tumblr.

I love this perspective... I hope to find this one day...

Stroking the flame

Dominant’s have strange, twisted minds, full of knots and winds, dead ends and false exits. 

They’re complicated mazes, full of redundancies and paths that don’t lead anywhere you want them to.  

But they have a core, if you can find it. It’s a tough old thing, covered in dents and rivets, but it’s still good. It still works. And once you’ve got it spluttering into life, it’ll start to burn. And it’ll start to get pretty hot.  

It’s the kind of core that, once lit, isn’t about to go out in a hurry. It’s not going to fizzle and burn out, or just fall away into embers. It’s just going to get hotter, so long as you give it enough fuel.  

And that heat? That’s going to burn and burn, until it’s almost uncomfortably hot. It’s going to consume you, or at least feel like it could at any second. It’s going to make you want to shift away, but you’ve been so cold for so damn long that you don’t want to, because you’ve got no idea when you’re going to get heat like this again.  

You’ve no idea if you can even get warm like this, ever again.  

And so you stay, and you get toasty. And so what if the edges of your cardigan start to smoke a little bit, because you feel like you’re being washed in light, bathed in heat. You feel like you’re being filled entirely up, and it makes that journey, through that maze, so entirely worth it.
Because while you were winding your way through all those paths, the maze was winding its way through you. Each little choice of left or right, forward or back, was letting it know a little more about you. And it’s one of those new fangled living mazes, the kind that can change its paths as you go, create new ways for you to try, for you to fall into. As you navigates its walls, it was navigating you, mapping and charting and filing away all the little tidbits.  

That’s why you’re here, getting a little burnt, a little toasty. Why you’re bathing in this warmth, and why I’m writing this increasingly soppy metaphor. Because you’ve managed to find the core and get it started.  

And God help you if you ever want to put it out. 

- Shared by My Trousers Rolled, on tumblr.

I think it is the dream of (almost) every submissive woman to meet a Man who burns like thousand forges to master her… who can match the ache to yield to Him completely in absolute surrender… Each desire feeding the other, an explosive circle of emotional/mental chemistry… 


-dreamy sigh-