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The Softer Side I stood in the bedroom, naked in soft light spilling in from the surrounding rooms. I was a little tense, for a variety of reasons, most having nothing to do with where I was or what was about to take place. Part of me was that excited kind of nervous, the one that makes your stomach knot and all your hidden parts tingle. I was about to do things I’d never done before. Simple things, really… small to many people who lived this life more than I had been able to, but big to me. I had been in and out of D/s for over five years but had very little real-time experience to show for it. The things I hungered to try weren’t the usual exotic kinky fantasy things I’d read about in stories and forum discussions… they were tame next to whips and dilating devices and things that required an electrical outlet. I craved… kneeling. Not just kneeling, but kneeling in a way specified by my partner. I craved the feeling of a collar around my neck. Not just wearing one, but having it put on with focus and meaning and structure. I craved a leash. Not just having it clipped on, but being led, drawn by it, by a hand that knew how and that I could trust. In the broadest sense of the word, you could say I simply craved… surrender. So, there I stood, waiting. The person coming was not mine in the strictest sense of the word, but was a very dear friend and experienced Dominant. I knew he would never harm me, and that he understood me as few did. He knew what I needed, and I knew he was a safe and caring place to finally experience some of the things that had been gnawing at me for years. As he entered the room, my eyes were on the floor. He told me to kneel, his voice low. Gracefully, as I’d learned, I lowered smoothly to my knees, keeping my eyes down. Already I could feel the tension from other things in my day just fading like background noise. He stepped toward me, walked back and forth, checking my position, then stroked my head briefly. I knew he had found no fault with either how I lowered my body or held my posture, and knowing he was pleased… Jesus, I had no idea how proud I would feel. I almost cried though he couldn’t see it. Remembering has me a bit teary now, in all truth. It was so SMALL, this moment, from the outside, but to me? It was… blinding. Absolutely blinding. He lowered a bit to be close to my head, speaking private things in my ear as he put the collar around my neck. I answered him in a whisper… all I could manage. He finished latching the collar and everything in me… stilled. My head, my heart… all the questioning, defending, hurting, needing…. all of it that went on in both places, just… left. I finally felt peace. I knew even more than I had before, that pleasing him was my only need left at that time. He walked up for a moment, standing next to me, stroking my hair, and I leaned my cheek into his leg, just a bit. This, this feeling, this powerful thing… this was what I was meant to live. I couldn’t stop the few tears that escaped… Yes… I AM submissive. - @thegirlinthewoman  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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7/20/2022 5:53 am |
I like this softer perspective.
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Yes, it is. everything else are just add-ons. Extracurricular activities of Dominance and submission.
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I felt this deep inside as I read it. Thank you.
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7/19/2022 7:00 am |
so beutiful describe like usual ❤️ the freedom of slavery and the safety of belonging ❤️ thank you for sharing ❤️
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Such an ethereal moment!
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7/19/2022 6:13 am |
Sometimes softer isn't actually soft but just less hard.
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This is what this lifestyle is truly about. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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