Crestfallenangel

Am I sick?
Is there something wrong with me?
Because I am turned on by being taken
Being used by a power greater than my own?

Many think I am weak
Just because I submit
In this world of independence
I need someone to depend on
I am told I need no man
But that is not who I am

You do not know the strength
It takes to suppress my ego
To give my will to another’s control
I must give up personal control
To stop acting in defense
I give up my fear of loss of status and worth

I give the gift of no resistance
To the Dom of my choice
A lifestyle contract
And a safety word
That guides our world

Being submissive is not just about the sex
It extends beyond the bedroom
It’s a lifestyle I choose to live
Regardless of what others think

Without access to my inner being
The reward of my body has no meaning
I give only to those who truly deserve
The one for me receives the key

You can not force me to submit
That is my choice and my will alone
Use of force, intimidation or fear
That is not submission
It is only abuse

I take responsibility
For my submissive ways
No government, religion or any person
Can cause me to feel shame
I will not feel guilt
For who I am
I will not allow myself to be censored
I will be free

I am not corrupt
I am sane
I am healthy
I am not sick
I am me
I accept the submissive me

My Master gives me all I need
I return and fulfill his commands
He takes care of his pet
In return for my inner self.

A confused submissive came before her wise Master who adored her. she felt that to submit to Him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should He ever leave her. she hungered for Him and needed Him, but was ready to walk away in panic.
The Gentle Master knelt her before Him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at Him, His arms began to widen and open like a large Tree stretches its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and His impressive size towered above her like a giant Tree.
Then He began to speak...
I'm here for you... now and always no matter how far time and space takes Uus... Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me, I will not turn away from you. I am as patient as time itself. I will not take from you unless You give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto You regardless - for my love is unconditional...
Like the Olive Tree that can both feed you and shade you, I am there seemingly eternal to your short life on this earth. If you need My Fruit to fee your hunger, I will give you all the Fruit you need. If your skin grows dry and loses its luster, the Oil from My Fruit will restore it and make it glisten. When you need comfort, my Leaves will gently caress your face and with the slightest breeze. When you need discipline My Brances will correct you when the wind blows strong. If you need My Shade to protect you from the sun, My Branches will shade and protect you. If you need warmth at night, My fallen Branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe. If you need a refreshing breeze My Leaves will fan you and cool you down.
You are my gardner.
When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps Me vibrant and full of life. When you kneel under Me and till the soil, you give breath to My Roots. When you water me, My Sap flows strong through me raising My limping Branches. When you soil yourself collecting fertilizer with your bare hands, you strengthen and humble Me with your devotion.
your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures My very Core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the Tree from her heart and the Tree gives her heart all that He can.
I am planted firmly on the ground and cannot follow you if you walk away from Me... but be assured I will survive one hundred years later and two of your lifetimes. I will still be there, waiting for you in the same spot to offer you all that I do now.
Stay with Me and be My gardener. you cannot get lost in Me for Wwe are complementary to each Oother. I am your devotion, and you give meaning to My existence.
Apart We live life and survive; Together We bloom eternally!
As the Master finishes His last words, the submissive cried herself to sleep at His Feet. That night, He stood planted there like the Olive Tree offering her His unconditional Love and Protection as she slept. As she would tend to Him with her devotion the next day... and everday thereafter!!
Unknown

I went to the park today to swing on a swing and let my fears fall away.
I swung as high as my legs would allow and let my toes dance on the big fluffy clouds.
My tears fell down my face right away and the wind comforted me with a soft gentle sway.
While I swung on my swing and cried all my tears I asked for a Daddy to help with my fears.
I hope that he’s out there,
I hope that he cares.
I hope that I find the one who helps me to dare.

I always seem to be apologizing
Flipped up on my back
Whimpering for forgiveness
Like the submissive dog

I apologize for everything
For every mistaken word
That falls in what seems like
A slightly bitter tone

I apologize for not answering
That phone on the first ring
Failing to pick it up with a peppy tone
Ready to laugh and share my woes

I apologize for my past
Something that I cannot change
My self-destructive history
My childish ways

I apologize for who I am
And what I cannot be
And where I fall short
Taking fault for how I act

I apologize for everything I am
I apologize for the way I look
I apologize for the way I dress
I apologize…

Why do I apologize?
Why must I feed into that urge?
Why must I submit myself to ridicule?
Why must I become submissive to please him?
Why must I change who I am?

Why must I do this to myself?
Why can’t I just be me?
Why must I apologize to you,
For who I am

You are so much to me,
a light when there is dark,
calming sounds when fires blaze,
a gentle hand even in strictness,
a taste of beauty, and of chaos....
You light my path ,

with but a glance of Your eyes,
i know i am safe in Your care ,
in slumber or wake...
Your watch over me is ever there...

with but a touch to this body ,
i tremble....
with Your touch ...
i shiver....
i ache and long for desires
deep within this soul....
only Your presence can unfold ,

a little girl weeps no more ,
a woman trusts so much more,
Your presence has brought this child full circle,
within myself this little girl lived ,
alone and afraid ,
the woman outside kept her away ,
safe from harm
Your presence has let her play and love again
Now a woman yet still Your child.....always
in Your presence

In your power.
My heart and love is yours.
I am submissive by choice.
And not by will.

Some men lives in this universe.
Under the impression they rule over women.
Even quick to pull out the scriptures.

Except I am submissive to you by choice.
And not by orders.

Some women operate on leadership.
Where they sit back and let the man rule?
Even if his decisions makes them seem foolish

I yield to you.
Out of love.
I surrender to you.
Out of love.

And only to you.
And no other one.
Be thankful you're the lucky one.