Just a little whore

We write about it often, or at least many of the people in the community that I follow online do. Often times when I write about it it’s an attempt to reveal the other side of the coin…to humanise BDSM and submission for lack of a better term so that people may come to understand that there is a soft and tender side - a very intimate and loving side in D/s. 

What I think I fail to write about often enough is the tenderness that’s sometimes needed with Dominants as well. 

Sure, there’s a few posts here and there that hint at it, but it’s often a byline - a secondary thought hidden amongst the posts of rough sex and puppy play and insights into submission (or at least, how I feel about it) and all of the asks….those tiny and probably far too infrequent posts get lost. 

Some of you may have been following closely enough and long enough to remember the couple of days that I went on the #giftofthedominant spree of posts…but that was back when I was a tiny little blog with about 200 followers…since then? well, it’s been brought to my attention that I haven’t really spoken about it since….

I was speaking with a friend today who asked (I’m paraphrasing) “Do you feel uncomfortable if a Dom were to cry and need you to hold them when they’re feeling down?”. I was shocked. This is someone I feel I know quite well, and who knows a lot more about me than most - especially in terms of submission and BDSM (Oh yeah….you should hear the things I DON’T rant about on here….) and yet here we were - because they were right. I’d never actually acknowledged Dominants as human beings capable of the whole wide range of emotions that make everyone so beautiful and unique and complex….

So here’s the thing. 

I love Dominants.

They are incredibly strong, dedicated and passionate people. They sign themselves up to be wholly responsible for another humans well being - I have so much admiration for anyone who can not only take on that responsibility but also cherish each moment that they’re able to. The depth of my gratitude to those that do it well is almost unfathomable….it’s a big job.

Do I see having bad days and needing a submissive to hold you close and take care of you emotionally as being weak? No. Not for a second. I view it as being human and I want to be able to see that side as well. 

My submission may often times come in the form of obedience and compliance. I can be annoyingly indecisive and I enjoy others taking control…but no matter what we’re doing or what the situation is, my goal is always the same…to make a positive impact in the life of someone I care about deeply and to contribute to their sense of happiness, wholeness, comfort, safety and pleasure. I don’t care how that goal is achieved, as long as I do everything within my power to achieve it then I’m happy. 

So no. I don’t care if it’s occasionally in the form of wrapping my arms around you and stroking your hair and letting you cry or tell me all about the inner turbulence under that sea of calm. I don’t care if it’s in the form of mothering you when you’re sick. I don’t care if it comes in the form of wrapping a blanket around you and putting on your favourite movie and staying close so we can feel each others heartbeats….as long as it helps. As long as doing so in those times brings you some form of comfort and pleasure then that’s all I need for it to be OK.

My servitude may come in many forms and be expressed in numerous ways because my devotion to you is strong enough and deep enough to truly care about fulfilling ALL of your wants, needs and desires.

That’s not BDSM or Dominance and submission or CG/l or vanilla or any other one of the tags, labels and names that are thrown about. 

That’s love - and you cannot have my submission without it.

I’m truly sorry if I have ever indicated, hinted or implied that Dominants do not deserve that or should be negatively judged for allowing themselves to be vulnerable. 

Yes…I want you to be my Superman, and I will tell the rest of the world that that’s who you are…but I also want to know the regular old Clarke Kent as well.

That’s my rant done. Thank you for sticking with it.

Submissive In Wait

To the keeper of my growing lust: So dark of mind and strict of hand, Grow distance from your servant, if you must, For I will wait to watch the last grain of sand. Even though the mind, so cunning, will play, And thoughts will creep to make hands roam, I hunger for my legs to splay, And bid my master a welcome home. So wet and wanton, this little one, Starved and ravenous for the feel of your cock. Distract I must on tasks undone, Though not far from mind are rope and crop. I dream of chains and ropes that bind. My soaked forsaken parts aching for touch. I beg, I plead… my pussy, I grind, Against lifeless objects I use as my crutch. Come home! Come home, and render still, Your pet - so patient, poised and calm. Your faithful submissive, kneels to the will, Of you - my owner, my lover, my Dom.