There are times when You make me feel like a woman. A woman worthy enough to hang on Your arm as You
There are times when You make me feel like a woman. A woman worthy enough to hang on Your arm as You guide me through a room full of strangers. Confident, do-anything, take-what-i-want, mature, and sophisticated. Dare i say Dominant? (Not a chance!) It’s as if this altered attitude beguiles the number that attaches itself to my actual age and i somehow forget the true one. But that’s not a novice thought; i’ve always been considered far more mature for my age. This, is different though. This is a developmental stage that allows me to see myself as something i’ve never even considered before. A woman. On the other side of the spectrum, there’s an alter ego standing in the shadows; that which resembles a young girl. A young lady. Your young lady. Your little one. She transpires when You’re teaching me things, whether You’re aware of it or not. In these times, it takes a more voyeuristic feel. It’s like i take position from above and watch it all evolve right before my eyes. As if i’m stepping back to watch You guide me to a solution or sense of clarity. I’m observing my own attempt to approach a new subject or understand a new lesson being taught. You instruct me to do something and You wait patiently at my side monitoring my efforts, waiting to perfect it. Once i’ve finished, i look to You for approval. If You’re not satisfied, You slide me aside and show me again. When i struggle to grasp the concept, You take my hand and demonstrate more precisely; showing me another way that opens my mind. Words aren’t necessarily needed during this time, i learn better by example. It’s hard to commit to a certain side. i feel like both are a vital key to This. They are both incredibly satisfying things to encounter and neither attach themselves to little mode, AT ALL. i feel small and dependent, but confident and strong at the same time. i feel a level of clarity that instills a confidence in me that makes me feel like a woman, but the fact that i recognize there’s still so much more room for improvement, reminds me that i’m still Your little one. Your little one embarking on a long journey into a whole new world i’ve yet to discover. A journey of falling deeper into submission and pleasing You. The student/teacher conviction is an optimum comparison. You’re the mentor and structure i’ve craved for so long that’s been absent for the majority of my life. i am Your student, gaining insight and wisdom along the way. You are the Master, guiding me, teaching me, and opening my mind in ways i never knew were possible. You become responsible for the growth and transformation from this young lady into an independent woman. Most of the time i’m able to focus with a clear mind. i know You’re here to teach me discipline, and i take that seriously, but there are times when Your voice is drowned out by the thought of pitying the ones whose discipline will never entail being tied to the desk and fucked senseless. Copyright 2013 © youryounglady -- source link
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