A Sense of Entitlement

While discussing the concept of Dominance in a D/s relationship with B, it struck me that the whole feel of Dominance can be encapsulated and summed up in a few words.....A sense of entitlement. The Dominant partner "has" (or needs to have) this sense of entitlement within the relationship to enable the exchange of power.  If this is not present, this "knowing" that the entitlement is His, the depth and breadth of the dynamic will not be authentic.

I have spoken with many people who seem to "play" at the dynamic.  They play the part that is prescribed by what they read a D/s union should look like.  They follow the rules and protocols that others have named as making this kind of partnership a bona fide D/s one.  They go to play parties and gather the toys that are necessary to play these parts.

My submission is a feeling; it comes from my heart; it is not derived from labels or rules.  I don't want B to be a textbook Dominant.  I want Him to treat me and be with me, exactly the way His heart and mind direct Him to be.

These labels of "Dominant" and "Submissive" bother me.  These yearnings inside our souls are primal and only found by searching and acknowledging our inner-most needs.  Many are not able to do this.  People lock their feelings deep inside and never find the courage to admit to themselves who "themselves" truly are. This is sad.

I don't feel submissive because B spanks me but when He spanks me I feel His sense of entitlement over me and, knowing that I have entrusted Him with my life, makes me feel genuinely, blissfully, powerlessly, submissive.

You Suffer Beautifully

You suffer beautifully.
Those are the words He said to me...
My nipple trapped between His fingers
moans audible.....cunt leaking

I wanted to suffer for Him....
Give everything to Him
Oh how I love that delicious feeling
Of receiving pain
While He watches me squirm
Under His hand
Under His influence
Under His spell.

Sight

It is easy to lose sight of the important things in life.

It is easy to forget that our lives all hang on tenuous threads of borrowed time.

Sometimes situations are woven in such a way as to remind us of this fact.......and this is a good thing.

Our days are crowded with small stuff; stuff of little importance in the grand scheme of things.  And yet, often we let this excruciating minutia dominate us and our thoughts.  We lose our vision of what is real, what is good.

Often it takes someone special to alert us to the fact that we've gone too far; that we're walking the tightrope of inconsequential detail, and need to be brought back down to earth.

For those fortunate enough to have such a partner, it is comforting to know there is a boundary in place and that the situation will be dealt with, when we lose our way.

Cause we all do......from time to time.

Waves of Truth

Sometimes, within my ocean, you swim so violently, it takes my breath away...
Thrashing my preconceived notions until they take on a different form...
Challenging my old thought patterns with the turbulence of wisdom and experience...
Expanding my visual field until objectivity obscures my subjective mind...

You are clarity and light and I have come to depend on you as a beacon of sanity and love,
inside the chaotic world,
in which we live.