…Life on Parade…

I am a submissive by nature.

For me, my submission isn’t about being controlled, restrained, killing my will or losing my indepedence. It’s much deeper than that. I am a submissive because at my very core I have the unabashed, unconditional, unyielding desire to serve. And with that, to serve someone who will in turn exploit every part of my nature. All this done, of course, in order to help me grow as a submissive, as a person, and as a woman. He offers, I accept. I give, he takes. D/s is a circle to which I am one part and my dominant the other. He needs and draws off my submission as much as I do his dominance. I never view people by what they can or can’t do but rather by how they are. A truly domninant man can make me shiver with just one look, even if I have no desire to submit to him or even play with him. And a truly submissive woman will draw out my feelings of pride and appreciation. I’m not here to be at the beck and call of every single person who thinks they are dominant, because I’m not a doormat. I -will- have my own opinions, I -will- be intelligent, I -will- be playful and cheeky and funny and independent in the workplace.  But at the end of the day… when all is said and done… if I’m on my knees, infront of my partner, doing nothing more than what he asks then I am never more beautiful…

…never more loved

…never more cherished

…never more of a slut

…never more of a woman

…than I am, in that moment.

I truly am home.