“I will raise you from the ground, and without a sound you’ll appear and surrender yourself to me, to love.”
– Madonna
“I will raise you from the ground, and without a sound you’ll appear and surrender yourself to me, to love.”
– Madonna
It’s a need.
I recently received some good advice from a friend. It made me smile at how well he understands the submissive brain. It made me cry too, because I know it’s good advice. I’m not quite ready to take it yet…. but I’m getting there. Here’s what he told me:
“I do understand. You have waited for that kind of connection, its like a drug, and sometimes drugs aren’t the best thing for you”
A friend of mine pointed me in the direction of a blog post he found inspiring as a Dominant recently. Perhaps it’s my current state of mind, but it brought me to tears, and I thought it was so lovely I wanted to share it here. The Master in the post comes up with a wonderful way to teach his submissive a lesson about the importance of communication in their relationship.
I have no idea on the correct etiquette on reproducing it in its entirety, but the blog hasn’t been updated in over 6 years,  so I am going to go ahead & post the whole thing, along with a link back to the source, and hope I’m not committing some horrible blogging faux pas (please someone tell me if I am!)
The original blog post can be found here on Obediently Yours
“The Shoe Box, a Master’s Gift” by Lord Colm & jade
Sitting on the floor near the couch rests a shoe box. It’s plain, a bit out of place where it is, and shows signs of frequent handling. Looking at it brings back memories of two days filled with confusion and tears to the two people seated in the living room.
Those two days were long ones, 48 hours that seemed like an eternity. It began over a simple event, now that we have hindsight, but its effect, at the time, was devastating. A simple misunderstanding, feelings that were hidden, thoughts that weren’t shared, and walls that went up quickly to shield a wounded heart. Recovering from those two days took time–lots of it–but once the healing had taken place, the shoe box made its appearance.
“Pet, we cannot have a thing like this happen again. Do you understand?” Master said with a weary edge in His voice.
“Yes, Master, I understand,” I answered as I lowered my eyes, knowing full well I had upset Him terribly and was going to be punished.
“Come here. Take your place here at my feet,” He said. I moved quickly and did as I was told, bracing myself for what was to follow. I’d never angered Him before and I was still regretting the icy silence that I’d fallen into for those two days. It was a terrible time and I’d never felt so alone and and unable to do anything to make it better. It would almost be a relief to be punished so some of the guilt I was feeling would be lifted.
“Do you know what this has been like for me, pet? Can you understand the frustration I felt not knowing what was wrong or what I could do to help you? As your Master I must do something to teach you that this is unacceptable behavior and could seriously damage our relationship,” He said with a surprisingly gentle tone to His voice.
“Yes, Master,” I replied, still unable to look up into His eyes and see that disappointment in them again. As I stared at His feet, I heard sounds as He shifted His body in His chair. “Here it comes,” I thought, as my mind flashed images of the many tools Master owned that could be used to deliver the punishment that was coming. My body braced as I felt His hand touch my shoulder.
“Look up, pet. I have something for you and I want to explain how we will use it to prevent a reoccurrence of your unwillingness to communicate with me,” said Master. My heart nearly stopped and I dreaded to look up and see what was waiting.
Slowly I raised my eyes and saw the shoe box resting on His knees. “A shoe box?” I thought, knowing I wasn’t about to be given a present for the things I’d done. As His hand pushed the box toward me, I looked up and saw Him indicate with His eyes that I was to take it. My hands were trembling as I picked it up and noticed that it was nearly weightless. My mind was racing, searching for some rational reason that He’d given me this box.
“Go ahead and examine it, pet. You’ll find it’s empty,” He said and watched me carefully as I removed the cardboard lid and looked inside. “This box reminds me of the way I felt for two days…empty,” His voice said in a firm tone. He reached for a pen and small piece of paper and wrote as I knelt there and observed His every move, still wondering when my punishment was going to be handed out. He finished writing, laid the pen aside, folded the paper and handed it to me. “Pet, read this paper, memorize it, and then put it into the shoe box,” Master spoke in His deep voice.
I unfolded the paper carefully and read the words that He’d written there. ‘I will not keep things from my Master. Doing so builds walls between us.’ After I’d read it a few times, I refolded it, put it into the box and looked up at Him.
“Do you understand those words, pet,” He asked as I nodded my head. “Then put the lid on the shoe box and give it to me,” He said. When He’d taken the box, He set it on the floor near the couch and continued. “This box will remain here where you can see it, so when you need to refresh your memory you will open it and read that piece of paper again. From time to time we may need to add a piece of paper to help you with a new problem we’ll face. Now stop looking so apprehensive. It’s over.”
As tears flowed down my cheeks I asked, “Master, are You not going to punish me for what I’ve done? I’m so very sorry I hurt and disappointed You, Master.”
“No, pet, I’m not going to punish you further. You’ve done enough of that already,” He said in the most tender voice. “My job is not to punish you, but to teach you how to do what I wish, what I feel is best for both of us. I’ve given you a tool to overcome the things that are hindering you and I do expect you to use it. Should this same thing happen again I may have to use another method.” This time His voice was sterner and I understood the meaning behind them completely.
Over time, the shoe box has collected a few more pieces of paper that have words that I’ve now written in my heart as well. Each hurdle we’ve faced and later overcome has added to the contents of the box. Every strip of paper taught so much more than a stripe on my flesh. They remain to teach again and again those lessons and I’ll always treasure the shoe box gift from a true master, my Master.
Another wonderful post Kayla! I could identify with this so much. I too have difficulty with elements of the DD/lg dynamic, but find other aspects of it very appealing. The bunches, colouring books, story time & Hello Kitty, in fact even using the term “Daddy” are not for me. I think I would feel too silly & self conscious. However being taken care of so completely would be wonderful! The nurturing & protective aspect, having your Dom there to help develop & guide is very attractive to me. Loved reading someone else’s views on this, thank you.
I’m not polyamorous, and it’s not something that appeals to me, but I love this quote from The Ethical Slut by Dossie Easton & Catherine A. Liszt.
“Intimacy is based on shared vulnerability…nothing deepens intimacy like the experiences that we share when we feel flayed, with our skins off, scared and vulnerable, and our partner is there with us, willing to share in the scary stuff”
I think I would count as a sassy sub too. I walk (and sometimes trip over) a fine line between being me, and being disrespectful. It’s an ongoing lesson for me and my Dom. Great post 🙂
The only aphrodisiac I need is your voice
Hearing you speak my name
Beckoning me to answer
Telling me you want me
So I tell you that you’re the answer to every question I’ve ever had about love
Without words I use my tongue to tell the tale of us
Tracing your shadowscape
Kneeling before you my eyes feast upon your masculinity and
All its divinity and I praise you
Because all of that is for me
I begin to indulge myself of your delicacies
Digesting semi-sweet dark chocolate decadence as it melts
Dripping down my chin
Your taste is something that Godiva couldn’t re-create
Needing every atom of your anatomy
Necessity is placed upon me knowing you are the source of my serendipity
Dipping in and out of me stroking more than my consciesness
Subconsciously I find myself rewinding our love scenes
In my daydreams
Seeing that face you make when you’re making me cum
And it makes me want you right there and then
Thinking of you in inappropriate places I get
Tingling sensations in private locations where I wish to be caught between a rock and your hard place
As wetness develops my legs begin to open and my spot turns to a backdraft and all I want you to do is extinguish it
You know my body like the back of your hands
And touch me and send me into ecstacy
My thighs quiver in anticipation of deep penetration which gets me high
Body rising
Sweating
Panting
Make-up melting
Pulling my hair and
Scratching my back
I get a temporary case of tourettes because all I can say are four letter words in a four octave-range screaming your name
Aye papi, eres tan grande y tan duro y mo lo das tan bueno…tu eres mi pecado mortal…cojelo otra vez…
You fucking me makes me bilingual
I see your tongue pink between your lips and I want it between mine
And I struggle
As you lick torturing me
I try to get away but
Not really
Running out of room begging for more up against the wall that has been scuffed by my stilletos
Again
You pry apart my thighs and tell me to be still
And I willingly submit to you because I love the way you dominate me
Demanding that I cum for you so I do as I’m told
You’ve molded me so I’m good to no-one else but you
You’ve conquered this once orgasmicless world and multiplied it
Again and
Again
My face radiates with after-glow
My pillow scented by you
A fragrance which haunts me
My room smells of the best sex
I
Covered in body prints and finger prints and you above me
Your name written indelibly upon my body in your genetic history
You fucking me makes me bilingual
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