Submission: What it is to me…

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According to, submitting means: to give over or yield to the power or authority of another. It is that, but it is so much more.

For me, submitting to Sir is a decision. A bending of my will into His. Will. There’s the thing. I can yield power over. That’s easy. Bending my will to Sir’s can prove a little more difficult.

We are in a Total Power Exchange relationship. We will get into what that is in a later post. In short, it means Sir has final word on everything…from how I spend my money to when I leave the house. I always default to him. Or at least I try to do so.

Writing helps me gather my thoughts.  Thoughts turn into actions.  Submission starts in your mind.  If the actions do not match, then one must track down where the disconnect is.

Sir is so good to me.  So incredibly good to me.  He made me strong again.  I came to Him broken, abused, and unsettled.  He did not fix me.  He gave me the power to fix myself.  I will forever love him for helping me regain my beauty and strength.

Many, many years ago I was a single woman looking for something.  Anything to fill the void in my soul.  I found a little website for kinky folks.  It gave me the social connection I was missing from the heart of who I was.   I met Sir there.  That’s a secret we keep from most of our vanilla friends and family.  Fast forward six years, now here I am: a part of his family and he is a part of mine.  Every day I think that I cannot fall possibly more in love with this man…but I do.  Time and time again.  Not all kinky relationships are about love.  Ours is.  I could not submit to someone who was not a friend first and a lover second. I love him.  I am madly in love with Sir.  And he is with me.  And my submission is just a layer on that cake.

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