GentleWarrior45

I was born into a D/s household. My Father, a strong handsome figure of a man in his early 40’s always single, self-confident and marching to a beat of a different drummer walked into a dance one sat night with his friends. On one end of the dance floor was a petite incredibly beautiful Italian girl with large green expressive eyes and a smile that would dim the sun. Long thick black curly hair cascading over her shoulders and down her back. A line of men waiting for a chance to dance with her. My father 15 years her senior always the bold one, said to his friends I’m going to marry that girl.  

They of course laughed and said you will be lucky to get a dance with her. He with a bit of a strut walked to the front of the line smiled at this Italian beauty took her hand, smiled and simply said dance with me. She a bit surprised looked at the group of men waiting and softly said yes. They danced every dance that evening. He asked her to meet him in the park the next day for a date. The sat on a park bench and talked for hours on end laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Suddenly he said “Marry me” she looked at him stunned said you are crazy, then a huge smile crossed her face as she whispered…Yes I will marry you my and you will be my Master. You see I was boring and raised in an amazing D/s household. . A week later they were married. One year to the day after their marriage I was born.  
                                                                                                                                      Yes that was my mother and father. They were the most in love couple I have ever seen in my life. Never a hash word did I hear them say to each other they were true soul mates. A Dom and his submissive perfectly in tune. Thus I was also born into a most loving and somewhat crazy Italian family. Sicilian to be more precise. My mother always referred to my Father as Master. He referred to her as his princess or babygirl. A good, kind hard working, loving and most of all strong man. With more inner strength then any man I have ever known. I believe I inherited that strength in addition to living an incredible and sometimes very hard life that only adds to ones understanding of it. My mother would sit at my Father’s feet on a pillow every night and lay her head on his lap, the love very apparent. I was very lucky. It was a house full of love.   
                                                                                                                                      My Father strong always at the helm, my mother nurturing and caring for all of us and intensely devoted to my Father. My Father cherished my mother above all else in this world. She was his gift and pride and joy. God help any person who might hurt her. He never touched us kids physically, however a look could destroy us. He also fought in war as did I. He was a hero in his own right, although he never talked about it. I learned of it from his friends. How I admired and learned from that man. He with no schooling self-taught he read the entire encyclopedia by age 16! He is the one who at the my young age of 10 years old "told me" Son a man must have an education AND know a trade in this world to make sure he can always properly care for his family. He was a Master Glass blower from the "old country". I was to start my apprentice. I was so very proud to be working with this Master of the molten glass he would turn into such beautiful works of light and art. HIS family starting with my mom was first and foremost to him. He's devotion to first my Mother then he's family was phenomenal. In our household Everyone was always laughing hugging kissing crying dancing. Sometimes all at the same time! Laughter was a huge part of our lifestyle.                                                                                                                            It was the way of life I still embrace completely and believe in 100%. A woman to her man is indeed a gift. A gift rare, and to be cherished above all. Most women today demand this. Then bash men for not receiving it when all they need do is put down their swords and attitudes and the men will gladly give they're all to them. When a Dom and his submissive lay in bed at night together his strong arms holding her keeping her safe, protected and he gently kisses her cheek the world is right. The love stronger than any words. For he has that need as do I to protect, care for, provide and love my woman. To lay my life down for her literally.                                                                                                            After my Fathers passing my Mother simply said I wish to be with your daddy and died 5 months later of a broken heart. They are now together in heaven. And will be together for all time. ~Gentle Warrior