lildancer1
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A learning and growing submissive is rather like one who is learning to dance. she stands, her body tense, her mind focused on her moves, on the steps she needs to take. She knows that her arms, her legs, her body must all move in specific ways for her movements to be seen as the dance she desires to perform. The music begins, and her arms move in a tense, almost awkward way as her feet step as awkwardly to the markers on the floor she knows she is to follow. She watches the markers, while her mind races to ensure her arms are completing their movements, and suddenly she remembers too, her body must carry a rhythm, so her hips and chest purposefully begin to sway, almost in an exaggerated effort to get it right. She hears her instructor, she hears the command, 'smile'... as she lifts her head... her eyes wide with concentration as her lips rise in a forced, mechanical grin as her mind attempts to focus on all she is striving to do. Her instructor will stop the music. He will stand before her. He will take her hands, and raise them, He will stand behind her, holding her, guiding her, showing her how the dance is to be performed. He will then stand back... He will turn the music back on. He will watch her. He will correct her. At times, this correction will come with a hand movement, other times He will stop the music all together. He will make her go back, and redo steps, until she gets it right. She will watch Him for guidance, for correction. Her eyes never leaving Him. Her feet will stumble, her arms will move awkwardly, and at times she will lose her balance completely and fall. And her smile will turn to tears of frustration. Her instructor will patiently stand by her side, waiting for her to rise again, and at times, He will bend to pick her up, to help her to her feet, and He will continue to do this, as long as her desire remains to dance. As the days turn to months, He will see her take graceful steps. He will be astonished by the beauty in which her body moves, He will feel frustration as she loses focus, He will feel sympathy when overconfident, her eyes leave the markers on the floor, and she slips and falls. But one day, she will arrive at the dance studio. She has practiced these steps for months, and her body, her limbs and her mind become one. He stands back, his heart filled with pride as He watches this beautiful creation glide across the floor, no longer watching and following the markers, but moving with and to the music He plays. A proud submissive is not one who performs the dance perfectly before the audience; for no one is perfect at anything. She is one however whose performance appears to the audience as flawless, and only her and her Instructor are aware of the errors she has made. But as time goes on, and the more she performs, her errors become few. She will have good performances, and other times she will have off nights; nights when she herself is not pleased with the way she danced, but again, her mistakes are not apparent to observers. And, in her struggle, to be the best at what she does, she will be more critical of herself than anyone else, including her Instructor. And... There will come the performance... The night, when she will stand under the lights, the theatre filled with admiring observers, will be hushed as she stands... Ready. From the wings, her Partner, her Instructor, her Confidant will walk out, and take her hands. The music will begin, and together they will dance beautifully, magically, and seemingly flawlessly; each complimenting the other's moves. Each feeling a sense of pride in each other, every step taken, with each other and for each other. And they will continue to dance, dance over the applause, dance through the standing ovation, they will dance over and over and over again, until the music ends. Until their feet can no longer dance, until their bodies can no longer feel the music, until there is no more music. And that is a very, very long time from now.
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