Okay, I know I’ve been a little lazy about posting lately. I’ve just been spending so much time over at the Den that sometimes I get all talked out and can’t come up with anything to blog about here.

So today, after I posted a long and rambling post about submission in answer to a query, I decided to post it here as well. Even though it’s not all that coherant, it’s really about how I feel.

My post:

Submission can be different for many people. It can depend on your relationship and your personality types.

For me, my submission is a gift I give willingly, lovingly, and with passion. I trust him with everything that I am and will be. We’re in love and live together, with him as the dominant parther or HOH (Head of Household), so our lifestyle is a real-life 24/7 relationship. We live this lifestyle with all the daily grind stuff that comes up and have been very happy for the last couple of years. Maybe that still puts us in the “honeymoon” phase of our relationship, but since this isn’t a first relationship for either of us, we have a little experience in this.

What we don’t have is a regimented lifestyle, we just live it as part of our normal daily life. It’s such a part of who we are personality-wise that it’s only natural. It’s hard to say exactly what I do because it’s so much of who I am, but I’ll try to explain as best I can.

I give him my submission and he gives me a hand to hold onto no matter what. He gives me the support I need to go out into the world and be the person that I am. He supports me in every way and by that, he allows me to flourish because I know I have a rock solid foundation to hold me up and a man who loves me completely and without reservation behind me every step of the way.

My submission isn’t just about cooking, cleaning, or taking care of him, it’s about giving him respect, love, and my acceptance of his power as a dominant man. We nurture those personality traits in each other that make us what we are. Him as the dominant one and me as the submissive one.

As part of my submission, I do what I can to show him I respect his dominance and accept it willingly. I don’t get smart-mouthed with him (okay, only occasionally, very mildly and playfully when teasing him), ridicule him, or do things I know he won’t appreciate. That’s one way I practice my submission, by being a supportive, caring, and respectful partner.

Dan practices a quiet sort of domination. He’s a big bear of a man so it’s easy to feel submissive to him, but there’s also a certain current running through him that gives him that dominant air. He doesn’t have to get physical to show his dominance, he can just give me a look and I go right into sub mode. And there’s a certain tone he uses that just turns me into subbie putty because it gets to me everytime.

He’s also very good with the compliments. I love sitting at his feet while he pets my head and talks to me. And if he calls me a good girl, I almost purr.

And he doesn’t run our life without my input either, he’s always thinking of me and always asks my opinion about things. He looks out for me every chance he gets and reminds me often that he just wants to take care of me. I can be hard to take care of sometimes though, then he has to “remind” me how important I am to him.

Dan guides me in my submission by giving me limits and guidelines to follow. I bow to his dominance by following those guidelines and I express my gratitude for his willingness to take on this responsibility by showing him the respect he deserves.

I have given him the right to take me in hand when I need it. He knows this is a special gift and he’d never abuse it. He’s always been very consistent so I don’t ever have to wonder where I stand with him. I know what my limits are and I do my best to stay within them. He knows what to do if I start slipping and brings me back on course. I appreciate that because it makes me feel safe and keeps me centered.

I don’t know if all this rambling will make any sense to anyone, but it’s how I feel. I love Dan with all my being and my submission to him is just a natural part of that love.

Photo courtesy of Martha’s Girls at Retro Raunch.