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quietcharms:

that’s definitely one way of phrasing it

quietcharms:

that’s definitely one way of phrasing it

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fortheloveofasub:

Home
If home is where the heart is then she is my home. My Muse and I often refer to “coming home,” “wanting to be home,” and “welcome home” when referring to this proximity to one another. Whether it is cuddling, laying on a lap, or simply spontaneously embracing, anywhere in one another’s arms is home. There is no other. And this is true of countless relationships the world over.
But for a Dominant and submissive engaged in a loving D/s relationship there is more. There is some inner drive that compels a submissive to kneel at the feet of her loving Master. It constitutes an all-consuming urge. Like swallows to Capistrano or Monarchs to Michoacan, a submissive is drawn to present herself to her Master seeking his protection, guidance, and acceptance, and in so doing fulfills her own destiny and needs. Far from exercising subversion or coercion, a Dominant need only welcome and embrace this desire. He does not force or command her to his feet. After all, who has to be commanded home?
And the amazing thing is that when my Muse kneels before me, lays her head on me, pleases me of her own accord in some manner or another, or just waits in quiet anticipation, I am home too. Everything in my being feels fulfilled in these moments. I need nothing else and desire nothing more. It is an indescribable sense of completion as though the display of her submission somehow fits the final piece of my puzzle into place. The picture is complete. I am whole. I am home.
I never tire of the paradoxes of the D/s dance. What so often looks like repression to those who have never had the pleasure of understanding and experiencing a loving D/s relationship is in fact the greatest form of attraction and acceptance. It is a mature and elegant expression of love. When she comes to me and I hold her head in my hands, gently stroking her cheek or hair, gazing deeply into her eyes, there can be no question of the depth of commitment, desire, and yes, even need that we are fulfilling in one another in this moment.
And all the moments that follow.
Caption © For The Love of a Submissive, 2013
Image Credit Unknown

fortheloveofasub:

Home

If home is where the heart is then she is my home. My Muse and I often refer to “coming home,” “wanting to be home,” and “welcome home” when referring to this proximity to one another. Whether it is cuddling, laying on a lap, or simply spontaneously embracing, anywhere in one another’s arms is home. There is no other. And this is true of countless relationships the world over.

But for a Dominant and submissive engaged in a loving D/s relationship there is more. There is some inner drive that compels a submissive to kneel at the feet of her loving Master. It constitutes an all-consuming urge. Like swallows to Capistrano or Monarchs to Michoacan, a submissive is drawn to present herself to her Master seeking his protection, guidance, and acceptance, and in so doing fulfills her own destiny and needs. Far from exercising subversion or coercion, a Dominant need only welcome and embrace this desire. He does not force or command her to his feet. After all, who has to be commanded home?

And the amazing thing is that when my Muse kneels before me, lays her head on me, pleases me of her own accord in some manner or another, or just waits in quiet anticipation, I am home too. Everything in my being feels fulfilled in these moments. I need nothing else and desire nothing more. It is an indescribable sense of completion as though the display of her submission somehow fits the final piece of my puzzle into place. The picture is complete. I am whole. I am home.

I never tire of the paradoxes of the D/s dance. What so often looks like repression to those who have never had the pleasure of understanding and experiencing a loving D/s relationship is in fact the greatest form of attraction and acceptance. It is a mature and elegant expression of love. When she comes to me and I hold her head in my hands, gently stroking her cheek or hair, gazing deeply into her eyes, there can be no question of the depth of commitment, desire, and yes, even need that we are fulfilling in one another in this moment.

And all the moments that follow.

Caption © For The Love of a Submissive, 2013

Image Credit Unknown

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