I am a needy creature.
I need not only the basics – food, water, shelter – I need to submit.
I don’t simply want to submit or enjoy submitting, I need it.
The thing about it, though…sometimes I fight it and I need a little help. I need to feel His dominance to remember that submitting is okay and beautiful.
I don’t need constant rules and punishment and scenes, but I really do need structure and praise and consequence.
I need follow-through, always, even when life is busy.
I need that look, that eyebrow, that firm hand on my neck.
I need love.
Now and again, I need assurances that He is happy with this, that He is getting as much from this as I am, because I worry.
I know I am needy and
this I can be a lot of work, so I really need to know I am making Him happy.
He is good at letting me know all is well and happy. He is great at fulfilling my needs. We have come such a long way and I’ve never felt happier or more complete.
This is on me – I do understand this is my head talking – just sometimes, I need a little more.