My Way…

If you’ve been following this blog for any length of time, you will almost certainly be aware of the following:

  1. I am a woman
  2. I am submissive
  3. I am a redhead
  4. I am an insatiable slut
  5. I am owned by Mike

If you read Mike’s post about me, you may also have gathered that I am in no way backward about coming forward when it comes to using what I have to get what I want. As Mike said, being submissive does not mean being passive.

OK, so perhaps I should caveat that. Sometimes it absolutely does mean being passive. Sometimes it means just doing what I’m told, taking what I’m given and accepting my lot. If Mike wants to fuck me, great; if not, then I have to accept that. If Mike chooses to reward me with one or more earth shuddering, toe curling, energy draining, soul reaffirming orgasms, then Who am I to complain?  If, on the other hand, He deems me unworthy, and denies me such pleasure, that too is His right.

Sometimes it really is all about what Mike wants (or perhaps doesn’t want) to do to/with me.

That does not, however, mean that my wants and needs go unfulfilled.

Largely, this is because my needs and wants are met by my submission to Him. I want Mike to use me, I want Mike to take His pleasure from me. As a couple, we provide for each other in any number of ways, and one of the ways I provide for Mike is that I give Him my body to use, or not, as He chooses and sees fit.

Now, while His Dominant position may mean that He often takes the lead, and initiates our sexual activities, that is not always the case.

There is nothing in our dynamic that prevents from taking the initiative. Being submissive does not mean I necessarily have to suppress my own desires. Yes, I have to accept that sometimes, He may simply not be in the mood; He may be tired, He may be unwell, He may simply have decided that I need putting firmly in my place, but on the whole, Mike welcomes my offers to “serve” Him.

I may simply ask Him if He would like His cock sucked.

I may confess that I have committed some transgression that requires His discipline.

I may make Him aware that I am in need of His strength and His comforting.

Sometimes though, I will just make it bloody obvious that what I need at that given moment in time is a bloody thorough fucking; the kind that leaves me sweaty, breathless and unable to sit without a soft cushion for then next several days.

Being submissive does not mean I cannot have a will of my own. Being submissive, in as much as it is a duty, can be a hell of a lot of fun too.

Chloë

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