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Safe Space

On Tumblr, @instructor144 said: An important thing that the young/new Doms don’t get. D/s is not something that a Dom “does to” his sub. It’s something she “does to” HERSELF. She is not dictated to; she is simply wrapped in a cocoon of safety in which she can exercise her volition to embrace what she WANTS to do and WANTS to be. No mean feat, constructing that safe space in which the sub can, paradoxically, feel “free.”

My thoughts : So perfectly stated. When I feel safe as a submissive, I also feel safer to explore kinks I’ve said ‘no’ to before. When You make me feel safe, I can trust You to manage how I experience Your kinks … and maybe they will become my kinks, too. I can devote obedience to You with the deepest respect, not pandering cowardice or fear, or worse, needy insecurity. I can trust You to hear me, see me, and still be fully in control because mastery and control are who You are. I surrender my fear and step into Your space freely even if I shake with anxiety because I trust You to be in charge of keeping the safe space.


Anais Nin Lifts Me Once Again

It has been a season of quiet for me, in writing and in real life. Other than work with my dear clients and experimenting with watercolors again, life is purposely quiet. Oh, and of course I’ve continued work-related activities to expand my financial horizons. An orgasmic goddess must eat after all. And I’m burning to travel which means the coffers must increase.

My soul needs this sabbatical of spacious personal awareness. My soul is adjusting, healing, transmuting and becoming more in alignment with my entire being. Sabbaticals are full of restorative magic.

Whilst pondering many things, I’ve wondered how to express my submissive self. My inner core increases in strength and I’ve wondered if I were actually a sub anymore? Or maybe that I didn’t ‘need’ it anymore? But that doesn’t feel right. I still crave the delicious allure of a Dominant man and the safe harbor offered my submissive heart. I love serving, pleasing, and bringing pleasure to a Dom. I love watching his Dominance flourish and expand his heart, mind, soul and entire being.

But I’m growing in STRENGTH and VOICE and sheer FORCE of NATURE and CREATIVE JUICINESS. Thus my doubts, ponderings upon whether or not I’d entered the zone of ‘too much’ for any Dominant man to want to engage with me.

My ponderings led me back to Anais Nin. Ah, the soul-soothing words of a fellow Dominance-desiring woman. How could I doubt my true nature?

I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly and richly in my femaleness. I want a man lying over me, always over me. His will, his pleasure, his desire, his life, his work, his sexuality the touchstone, the command, my pivot. I don’t mind working, holding my ground intellectually, artistically; but as a woman, oh, God, as a woman I want to be dominated. I don’t mind being told to stand on my own feet, not to cling, be all that I am capable of doing, but I am going to be pursued, fucked, possessed by the will of a male at his time, his bidding.
–Anais Nin

Wildly I Surrender

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I cannot be tamed.
Why would you want to tame me?
My surrender is wild and holy, freely given.
Mold me.
Shape me.
Craft me and use me for your pleasure.
Your dominant core is the foundation for my surrender.
I lay my surrender willingly at your feet.
My wildfire dances for your pleasure as you beckon it forth.
Your dominance fans the flame of my wild surrender
making me quake for more of your ferocity as my guide post.
Bend me.
Fill me.
Or leave me still and silent.
This is your choice alone because it is you to whom I surrender.
Even my pleasure only becomes alive because you are pleased first to allow it.
Without your pleasure, my obedience falls like ash
soon lost and scattered in the wind.

It is your surrender that I find most elegant.
How do you do that?
This power-wielding ferocity grows tender once spent,
yet never for a moment do I doubt your authority.

Perhaps, if I search diligently within I will find more to surrender to your service and pleasure.

Gratitude … A Song In My Body

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Gratitude is like a song in my body.
Generous upwellings of service and love flow forth.

Bowing at your feet I pay homage
to the beauty of you,
your depth, your cracks and fault lines,
your mountains of Dominant caress
and stings of comforting control.

What will you create next?
What will your mind see that others’ do not?
How is your gracious strength given so well?
What part of your power quakes like a frightened child
as you hold my vulnerability in velvet covered iron
and soft pillowy comfort?

Gratitude is like a song in my body.
Your notes intermingle with mine and the notes of others
as we form the crescendo of life.