instructor144:

Subs who “always knew,” sound off with your early signs of your nature!

I was thinking about this the other day. It came early for me. I remember being a teenager having the object of my affection come up behind me in the hallway and grab me by the hair at the back of my neck and tell me exactly what he wanted to do to me. Most girls might have been put off by his aggressive approach, but I ate it up. He also used to like to tell me what to wear. I loved getting dressed knowing it was for him. And when he planned the dates and activities I was more than happy to follow along. He never made me guess at what he wanted or expected – he would ask and I would follow. It left the pressure off me to be in the moment.

My earliest example of a D/s relationship was my Aunt and Uncle. Of course I didn’t understand at the time that was what I was seeing. She talked about the importance of keeping her appearance, the house, etc for him. Some may say that was just the era, but I know she was a strong smart woman. She wanted to please him, that was obvious. In turn he doted on her and expressed his affection in a way i did not see in any other relationship growing up. I wanted what they had.

I am not sure this really answers the question, but I hope it helps.

pleasurewhore:

Things that turn me on:

• Consistency
• Honesty
• Communication
• Integrity
• Effort
• Sincerity

Things I don’t care about:

• What he looks like in a suit
• What kind of car he drives
• How flat his abs are
• What he looks like when he rolls out of bed
• How many times he can cum in one night

I’m a submissive, not just in the bedroom, but someone who feels drawn to service, and to the structure submission provides. I love sex as much as the next person… bondage, beatings, hot bodies, cumming until my body shakes, the whole deal… but those things aren’t what satisfies that need inside me.

Knowing what’s expected, feeling like the next step is clear, hearing his praise when I’ve pleased him, those are the things that matter to me. They are the little things that add up to something greater.

When I think about the things that make my Dominant so wonderful, they all come down to character. Sure, I think he’s sexy as hell, and his messy just-out-of-bed hair is pretty adorable too. But the steadiness of his character is what draws me to him. It’s what makes me love him.

To reduce attraction and to the physical is to transplant a tree without the roots. Beautiful for a short while, but quickly reduced to nothing more than firewood.

thetiniestfuckt0y-xo:

When you want to play with yourself but know it’ll only frustrate you more.

-I haven’t been allowed to cum for a week

Yes. I am right there…except I did and it does.

crusoesampersand:

I crawled into bed, exhausted.  I was sick, mentally and physically gutted from a horrible weekend.  I’d driven nearly 1300 miles in the previous 51 hours, attended a funeral, and spent time with people that reinforced the reason I don’t spend any time with them.  

Crusoe stayed home to tend to challenges his daughter is facing in college this year.  

Our communications while separated were limited due to poor signal availability in the rural location where I was located.  Yet through the hours apart I could feel his presence, calming me, reassuring me, reminding me that I am valued, I am cared for, I am His.  Crusoe’s collar around my neck kept me company and served as tangible proof of his ownership.  

As we lay in bed, Crusoe stroked my hair and told me to sleep, but I protested.  “Please, Sir?”

He said no, but I asked again.  My voice was plaintive as I smiled in the dark, reached for him, and asked, “bring me your beautiful cock, Sir.”

Normally I don’t get to choose and he’d already said no.  He knew I needed sleep.  Hell, so did he.  We both had to work in just a few hours.  But he could hear that I needed comfort, and at that moment comfort meant serving him, comfort meant the familiarity of taking him in my mouth, feeling him grow hard while I slowly ministered to him.  He knew he wouldn’t finish, but knew I wouldn’t rest until I’d reaffirmed my place.  I needed to feel him in me, I need to serve and pleasure him.

Crusoe relented, not because he needed a blowjob.  We were both exhausted and neither of us in any shape to get off.  He let me serve him because he knew I needed it.  I needed the contentment, the reassurance of knowing my place.  We had a few blissful moments of connection before falling asleep.  I so needed those moments!  I took him in my mouth, savored him, looked at him towering over me, smiled as he reached down and grasped the hair by my ear.  I knew that even in our old folk’s status where there would be no face fucking and no deep throating and he wouldn’t cum and I wouldn’t cum, we would collapse together happy.  Make no mistake, he was happy and hard, I was happy and wet, but real life isn’t a porn movie.  And thank goodness for that.

We fell together tired. I kneeled.  He clasped my night collar around my neck.  Whispered his words of affirmation in my ear.  

Real life is tired.  

Real life D/s is beautiful.

It is simple.

When I am exhausted. I ask him to let me serve him because that is just the way it is.

He leads.  I follow.

Period.

a-submissive-life:

romanhandsrushing:

So many people don’t understand this…..but it is so true!!!

lnvocation:

The rumors are true…I do, in fact, wish I was sucking dick right now

Current mood

svndered:

concept: you let someone in and they stay

A great conceptual theory not always borne out by reality.