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The Dance...... - 2/21/2011 8:05:10 AM   
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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