Thursday, January 21, 2010


I know i push on certain things, probably more than would be considered submissive. But i cannot just do things blindly just because someone wants something a particular way, i still often need to know why!! i do know that there is submission, there is slavery, there is being taken.... and then there is surrender. To surrender is more than to be taken, more than to submit, and more to being some one's slave.

sur·ren·der (sə-rěn'dər)
~To relinquish possession or control of to another because of demand or compulsion.
~To give up in favour of another.
~To give up or abandon
~To give over or resign (oneself) to something, as to an emotion
~To give oneself up, as to an enemy.
~The act or an instance of surrendering.

Interesting, isn't it?

The very word implies a struggle, a battle -if you will-, and the end result of which is to "give up" or "give in".

I think that this word more than any other describes my journey into my inner self, not that i feel i've ever given up or in.
The reality of human existence (as i see it) is that we need to give and take as equally as possible to have successful relationships. This give and take exists even within the most extreme M/s dynamic. A Master must give of Himself by putting the work forth to guide, teach, protect and push their pet. The slave must give of herself by putting forth the effort to give up control, to submit, to serve.
Both have expectations in return, of things they will take from the other. This is what balance is all about.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

A Lovely thought

Once again various real-time issues have rendered the writing of a decent blog post, pushed into a shortest of time frames. But life goes on, as does this blog.........
and through it all this i realise once more just how much i really really Love Master. I do. I do

Take a look at the metaphors people use to describe love, and why anyone does it is a wonder.

Right off you have to fall. Geez! Or you were conquered. Or engulfed, drowning in a sea of love. And you gave all your love, so you’re feeling empty. You don’t want to get burned again. But you’re mad, wild, crazy in love. Yet you crave it.

So love means defeat, injury, death, bankruptcy, addiction and insanity. How lovely.

Why the negative take on something everyone wants, everyone in fact needs, everyone deserves? What would happen if we spent as much time loving as we seem to invest in warding it off? Hell, even children know this: “That one likes you” “Ewwwww!” And sometimes adults don’t act much better. You are loved. Oh, the horror.

So we go home, alone, protected from love, wishing we had someone there to love.