I remember hearing a woman's heartbeat described through a dominant's perspective - that he could feel it rolling around in his mouth like candy. I recall thinking how erotic that sounded; someone holding my essence at the tip of their tongue and holding me entirely at their mercy. The way I view my submission is much the same - it is a delicate and fluttering thing. Like a bird, I must fly. Walking doesn't suit me.

The call to arms is sometimes too much for me. This evening, I felt the overwhelming urge to sit at his feet. It was nothing more vulgar or sexual than that - an hour or so spent sitting by his feet while we watched television. I felt the thought of this tiny gesture making him grow stiff through his corduroys and appreciated the effect I had. Although my submission has nothing to do with vanity, times like these make me realize the importance I hold in his life. I fill that little spot in his heart just like he fills mine.

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Tuesday, February 07, 2006.