thinking [entry] thursday

He enters my mind the same way He enters my body.

Sometimes slow and deliberate.
Other times brutally, with little warning.
I like it all.

The anticipation that builds with slow- the begging, the sparking of every nerve, one by one.
Plenty of time to think – wants and needs articulated.

The animalistic response to the brutal – the surprise, the overpowering force, coming alive in an instant.
No time for rationality – thoughts and feelings unbridled.

No matter where or how, when He enters my body or my mind, I’m reminded I am nothing but His – loved, cherished, desired, owned.

Happy Thursday!


Music is huge in my house, as I’m sure you know, and these last nine (WTF!) months have been fraught with a not-so-fun mix of various troubles. This song is really good (actually, I wanted to post three off this album) and I’m just feeling it lately…

“I said it was love and I did it for life”

Hope your ears enjoy!


against the grain

Submission goes to my core. It is something that I denied and was ashamed of for a very long time, but it has always been a part of me. I am most myself when I am serving Sir, when I am doing the things either He has asked or that I know will please Him. I’m not just talking sexually – I mean anything. Cleaning, crafting, writing, thinking…anything that I know would make Him happy, makes me content.

Knowing that, knowing that my submission is such an integral part of me, there are times I still fight it. How can I rail against something I am? It doesn’t make sense. Take the other night for example:

I didn’t feel like submitting. I didn’t feel submissive, but more than that, I just didn’t feel like anything.
I couldn’t find me.
Sir told me to do something – maybe He asked – and I pretty much said no. Okay, I flat out said no. And continued about my other plan – the shower.
He met me in the shower, where I fussed. I didn’t want to be in there, but I also didn’t think Sir was really into His plan that I declined. I told Him so, too. (As I type this, I see exactly what my problem was – thinking I knew what He was thinking – but at the time, I didn’t see it because I was so wrapped up in the thinking.)
So after He heard me out, He distracted me with kisses and words and fingers… and I left my thoughts behind…until He refused to fuck me. He told me it would only happen out there – plan number one.
Naturally, I lost it. Tears and begging and I said no thanks, I just want to sleep. (Oops) He grabbed his towel and left. I could not believe He left me in the shower like that!
I was sad, and hurt, and throwing a pretty good fit in solitude. I dried off and got ready for bed, resigned to an extremely rare night of no activities.
But when I stepped out of the bathroom, He was waiting. He bent me over the bed and began flogging me. My head wasn’t in it and He could tell, I’m sure. He made me lay on my back and He talked to me. I could not hide and He finally was able to drag the words out of me. Why He still has to do that on occasion is a mystery, and I’m so embarrassed, but I’m working on it.
So we talked until everything was said, and then He put a blindfold over my eyes… asking if I trust Him. Then clicked the cold, heavy handcuffs onto my wrists in front of me.
Do you trust me? Yes, Sir.
I wondered why He kept asking about trust, but I didn’t dwell.
He rolled the wheel up and down. I love and hate that. It is so sharp and I am always afraid to wiggle because it will break the skin. The wheel requires complete trust and concentration. I moved a bit and said more than I should’ve, but I behaved and did as I was told. After that, it’s all a bit of a blur… fingers and cock, two different toys… it was intense and rough, yet full of love and… trust.
So good.
I didn’t think anymore about it.
Until now.
I trust Sir with everything.
I trust Him to lead me.
I trust Him to provide for our family.
I trust Him with my body, my mind, my life, my feelings, my heart.
But when I think I know what He is thinking, I am not trusting Him.
When I tell Him no, I am not trusting Him.
When I don’t feel submissive and I fight His methods, I am not trusting Him.
Which is so messed up because He is the only thing in my life that I do trust.
I need to be better at showing Him my trust, at all times, but it is imperative when I’m feeling out of sorts.

Marriage is about trust.
Love is about trust.
D/s is about trust.
I fully understand Sir’s exercise in trust.
It was a sneaky lesson, subtle yet overt, but I get it. Finally.
I am amazed at His ability to understand and push me in ways that I didn’t know I needed.

Even though a person is submissive, it doesn’t mean they have to feel totally submissive all of the time. Just like a mother doesn’t have to feel totally motherly all of the time. I think sometimes it is okay to struggle, to go against the grain, to feel less than what you are. Because I think maybe it is that uncertain space where we are able to learn and grow the most.

Happy Monday. May your week be full of love and laughter! 🙂