Submission is not a weakness.
Submission for pleasure or release is not a character flaw. To be very clear – submitting to unwanted or unwarranted physical or emotional abuse is not the same. But that is not Submission. In the Submission I speak of, spankings are used to create physical pleasure and (or) introduction to a zone for my partner to descend into – and words are used to disarm, distract, and direct.
So what is Submission? A gift. A trust. A promise. A sacrifice. A hunger. A moment. A place inside. A spiritual awakening. A fucking. It is freedom, hope, desire, and potential. It is found in restraint, in humiliation, in love, in a glance, in a word, in giving it up and in accepting it all. It is on all fours, on knees, on a four-poster bed tied and helpless, on a desk bent over and exposed, and on the passenger’s seat of a car blindfolded and waiting. It is part of a greater whole, defining while not constraining. It pervades. It demands. It begs. It is.
Embrace it. Accept it. Most of all – enjoy it.
My rationale is quite the same, although differently ordered. I accept, embrace and enjoy. If only in my mind. Because sometimes it is greater to have the mind awakened. To have the thoughts bared before the flesh.
Sometimes, it’s nice to read unwitting reminders like that — I’ve been having a little bit of trouble lately reconciling the incredible enjoyment I get from being a sub with the nagging feeling that I’m relinquishing my strength, my birthright.
But, damn it all, it just feels way too good to submit to someone else…to give myself over completely to someone else’s will…not even nagging feelings could make me give *that* up.