It doesn't necessarily define me, but it is a huge part of my life now. Something I know I won't ever live without again. Submission, by itself makes me feel complete, and without a partner who recognizes that submission for what it truly is, recognizes the dynamic of dominance and submission, I'll just fall prey to more controlling arsewipes. Been there, done that, have the tee.
Thankfully Master pressed through all those insecurities I had, had me sit down and take a good hard look at the reasons why I was feeling pressed up against the wall. Through that exercise I realized that I was still haunted by the ghost of Dom past.
Now, I should also point out that even though my head was not in the best space, I was told that said behavior would not be tolerated in the future. To which I completely concur. When I realized my behavior, I was crushed by my own actions. Completely remorseful, and on some level, afraid of the punishment I could have had. I wasn't let off easy, I'd punished myself. It has since passed, but the emotions I felt are with me still. A good lesson for me in humility and grace.
Two weeks ago marked one year he placed his collar around my neck for the first time. So much has happened in this past year. Good, bad and ugly. We are stronger for it. It's damn hard to maintain this two home deal, but we're doing it. Some day we'll look back at all this angst and laugh. My home is by his side, whether it's at place A or place B.
I still live by my mantra- each day is one day closer to where I want to be.
One day closer.
I was angry today. Jealous actually. I was jealous of his past. I wanted affirmation that what we have is nothing like anything else he's ever seen. I wanted validation that no other submissive satisfied him the way I do, pleased him the way I do, served him the way I do. I wanted to know whether he felt the same rush scening with someone else as he does with me.
Then it hit me. They are ex's for a reason. He wasn't able to flourish, grow, develop, and explore until now. Every day is a new exploration of ideas, wants, needs. We create them in each other, fulfill them through each other, and as a result we both grow from it. I can't say that I'm always jumping up for joy with some of his plans and ideas, but I wouldn't have it any other way. Like he told me yesterday, he likes seeing me squirm in both a good way and not good way.
It's like we're on this never ending spiral staircase. Some days he holds my hand and we climb into the clouds (the sensualist), and on other days he escorts me into the bowels of hell (the sadist). How far we go in either direction is up to him, but I gratefully hold his hand and follow his lead. He seems to know better than I do, which direction I need to be taken to. Even if I express a desire for up or down.
He reads me well. That's not something that happens overnight. It's time, patience, understanding, love, caring, devotion, consideration, empathy, desire. I could probably go on and on, but it's time for me to get some shuteye. Early day tomorrow and a trip home in the afternoon.