It occurs to me that being in a relationship is like dancing, which is a shame as I can no more dance than I can fly to the moon for a helping of cheese.
I know it is a cliche, the whole relationship/ dancing thing, but for girls like us there is an extra frisson.
He has to lead, doesn’t he? He has to set the tone, be the authority and guide us. It takes so much trust to let him do that.
It has only just occured to me that even when he and I seem to be a million miles apart that still I deal with situations in the way that he has taught me. I am always in his hold, even when I swear that I am not. I do not mean the physical miles, I mean when I think he is wrong, when I get mad with him, when I am frustrated and annoyed. Even then I do not revert to old habits. The lessons that he has taught me still stick no matter what I feel.
It is trusting that I am not too much for him. It is knowing that I can be myself and it will not wear him down to a tired and worn thing. It is feeling free enough to be myself, no matter how bad or difficult I am.
Is that submission? Can it ever be such an unconscious thing?
I thought submission was in the act of submitting, that it was on purpose. I know it is that sometimes but maybe, it can also be as natural as steps you have been taught a thousand times and that you tread without a thought.
Submission, trust, training, it is all facets of the same gem, Poppy. His control and influence is far reaching, and your trust and confidence in him is immense. To willingly give him power over you is a deep and courageous commitment. You both are amazingly suited for one another.
Free form dancing like free love was an advent of the sixties. It’s been a long time since man has had to lead a girl round the parquet. Perhaps women’s lib did the same in relationships and so men of our generation were never expected to lead. Perhaps that reason for the dearth of “Doms” that submissives complain.
I would wager fifty years ago women found it far easier to unconsciously follow a man, but since you are both submissive and have been in a D/s relationship for sometime, I would think following would become second nature over time rather than only a conscious act.
Good post again, we really enjoy reading you and I’ll have to go back and start at the beginning.
B
Poppy, Micheal is right in what he says about you and Himself.
I don't know what you were like before you met Himself, but I intuit that you were something special.
You feel that your submission is as natural as breathing, and yet you offered it to Himself, what a beautiful gift, to Him you must be like the Pearl of great price.
You both are extremely fortunate, I hope that one day there will not be an ocean separating you both.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
I am just in from the longest day.
Thank you, Michael. We are lucky bunnies to have found each other methinks.
Hi B, I am rather grateful for the women's lib movement. I think it is posible to be both a feminist and explore submission. In fact I think I prefer it when it submission is a gift rather than enforced. I submit sometimes but am not sure that I am a submissive – but as we often say around these parts "Tomayto, tomhato" – heaven knows what I am. Just a girl who loves a man, I suspect.
I can't imagine the idea of someone going back to read my scribbles, I am most dreadfully flattered.
Paul, you do say the nicest things. I love the idea that i was something special, I am choosing to believe it because it made me feel wonderful. I know Himself and I are lucky to find each other but I am also lucky to have such a wonderful man as yourself writing such kind things in my little corner.
xx
I got no problem with libbers either, though I do remember back when opening a door for a lady and her turning on me yelling, “I don’t need help with a door from A MAN!” Ah, the seventies. Complaints aside, I find no fault with equality but I do wish back then everyone realized the “separate but equal” ethic.
I think forced submission has another name: abuse.
I enjoy going back to the origins of a blog. Usually the best is written first, and if one only begins mid-blog, you don’t really get to see the journey and that to me is what blogs are all about.
A former beau used to say, "You can tell what your relationship will be like with a woman just by dancing with her."
In our case at least, he was right.
Oooo, could that man dance!
I love to dance. And to lead.
Leading on the dance floor; a lost art.
Reading:
http://poppystvincent.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-devlinoneillwordpresscom.html
You have finally explained what “blite” means.
Thank you, I have been ignorant of the definition until now.
It’s because of posts like this:
http://poppystvincent.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-devlinoneillwordpresscom.html
That on rare occasion I go back and read someone’s blog from the get-go. It’s kind of like in comic books: isn’t the best issue of Superman the first one?
How interesting to land into kink and a first D/s love affair by reading blogs. I suppose many find kink in this manner. A strange new world out there, eh?
"I want to write about things that I think are very tame (for most people that would frequent this kind of place) but these are things that are not only new to me but also so far away from my regular haunts that I am a girl abroad, all but lost in alien lands.”
This is how Missy and I feel. We feel we are tame but only in comparison to kinksters. Otherwise, the journey is akin to traveling abroad for the very first time.
It is a thing to write about and no doubt reason why we do it…
You rated a posting:
http://awesomenessandthegoodgirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/treasures.html
Wow!
A girl goes to work and look what she comes back to!
You really are reading my blit aren't you? (Mine is not as big as a blite, it is a mini blite)
We have a lot in common, don't we?
I am off to look at the posting- I will take a glass of wine with me.