A few months ago I met someone. An amazing someone. Someone who would change my life forever. Having
A few months ago I met someone. An amazing someone. Someone who would change my life forever. Having grown up using the internet, I had been aware of the BDSM community most of my life, but never to the degree that I would come to know in those passing months. Some was by intentional research, some was by words of those I now know here, but some…some came from within. Within both of us are the things that make us who we are in our love for each other. She is a submissive, and I am a Dominant. It is ingrained in our souls. She had embraced it long ago. I had suppressed it for years. But in that moment of our meeting, something was released. Unleashed. Uncaged. My true self. A Dominant. A gentle, loving Dominant. It has been said many times before, “A Dominant can be caring.” As if one could concede to be caring to uphold some standard. But I believe the two are intertwined. A Dominant IS caring. By nature. This took me some time to accept. I have been a caring person my whole life. To a fault, some would say. But never would one expect that someone who would willingly lay down his life for another could be in the position I am. A Dom who loves and cares for his sub as much as he punishes and disciplines her? No. A Dom who loves his sub BY punishing and disciplining her. And a Dom who loves his sub by doing things for her. By buying roses for her AND her mother. Didn’t see that one coming, did you? It’s true. I do things for her. Constantly. Just the other day I had an opportunity to be with her all day. Which in our case is rare. Instead I came home, packed up her children, and left the house for 3 hours. Just to get them out of her hair for a while. Why? Because I love her. Because I know she needed it. Because that’s what a Dominant does. Provides for his submissive. The image above is a memento of the most significant event in my life to date. On September 2nd, 2013, at approximately 5:30pm, I bestowed the collar you see to this woman. My submissive. My kitten. My most prized possession. It is a simple piece of jewelry. Anyone can buy exactly that. It was simple action. Placing a necklace around the neck. Anyone can do exactly that. But for us. For us, this moment was the moment my kitten announced to the vanilla world, “I am owned.” I have never been so proud of anyone in my life. So ready and willing to stand tall above someone and say proudly “this belongs to me.” She is an incredible woman. Inside and out. And I love her with everything that I am. And I want the world to know it. See it. And look on in wonder at it. Because she deserves it. -- source link