DESIGNED BY ME, INSPIRED BY HIM

Like a drought in the desert, I found my oasis. It has been so long. Too long. This inspiration comes from the most unexpected of places. As he says, ” you are my sweet babygirl.” A whisper, a command. Oh those words, how sweet they are indeed. I can feel the shock to my pussy every time.

Awakened.

How did I know? When you really know yourself, have studied the places and corners that lurk under the surface, it is much easier to attract the vibrations that you crave. The energies that are necessary for your mental, emotional and carnal nutrition.

All the study. The pain. When you turn yourself inside out, upside down the reward is worth it.

This the awakening.

The Gift of Submission.

It is ever-evolving, my submission. The shaping of it as it deepens, widens. You were the catalyst. This time. It was instinctual. Well, if I am honest, whenever a new Dominant enters my life, I knew. It has been a long time. The way you read my thoughts, said the words before their articulation. It’s been too long.

This is when destiny steps in. It directs you to your needs and reminds you not to ignore them.

A Journey in Chapters.

The thing about the road to submission is that it comes with many curves. There are even dead-ends if you permit there to be. You have to be ready to surrender because of who you are not in spite of it. An identity that is embedded in you. Instinctual.

I am not sure that it is possible for one Dominant to teach you everything. In every D/s relationship I have experienced, I learned something valuable, about life and more importantly, a deeper part of myself. One has to be open to what you don’t know. The giving and receiving of information that is the energy flowing between you.

Was one Dominant better than the other? No. I allowed myself the space to consume what they were feeding me. The recognition of a different part of myself, every time. The babygirl, the slut, the submissive. These identities alone don’t suffice in explaining the depth of what it is like to be “owned.” A concept too sophisticated and vulnerable for most.

I will explain more later…