darkinshadows
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Joined: 6/2/2004 From: UK Status: offline
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If the title makes little sense - It was because I was stuck for a title and this is the best I could think of to maybe at least hint at what this post is about. So I am an s-type. This is what I am. I am an artist. This is my profession. But I am fortunate because I am learning and able to do something I love. Does this interfere with my service and submission? Never. I would give it up in an instant if it meant he gained. In an instant. I submit. I serve. I do not do have to submit to serve, but when submissive to my dominant, my service is unquestioning, unreserved and unashamed. If I am rambling, just skip this. I am not really 100% sure why I am sitting her typing this. Maybe it is the recent conversations I have had with both, non BDSM participants, as well as self-labelled submissives and slaves. Maybe I have been stirred by reading some of the threads recently. And finally, I also wish to tribute Akasha, for her thread (HERE) that provoked some thought, and stirred me into (finally) making this post. I guess this is just for all those out there that are like me. I know I am not that unique. There is (still) an incredible stigma attached to - what I call - stay at home, service submission. I see it time and time again. And for the record, I am focusing on gender specific. Male service submissives and slaves (and males in general), I feel, have a much stronger grasp on the concept, in general, than females. It is females I seem to gain the most negativity from. As a friend recently stated to me (and he knows who he is) – maybe all that bra burning didn’t help all women after all. I do not have an innate desire to feel free and go out and be independent and have a wonderful job, and a life outside of BDSM. It makes me feel restricted. I am trapped and locked in. Do not get me wrong – life exists outside BDSM, but my life incorporates them both together. What frees me is serving and submitting to my dominant. That exquisite pleasure of standing by his side, metaphorically one-step behind. Supporting his every endeavour, sacrificing all that I am for his achievements. Basking in his ‘glory’ as it were. Feeling that burn within me as his ego grows and is evident. Having that feeling of immense pride because others admire him, congratulate him, notice his meticulous attention to detail, and make comments at the incredible talent he has. I stand in awe of his greatness. I am lifted by his kindness, not only towards me – but others. His intellect astounds me, his selfishness feeds me and his generosity humbles me. His desires enlighten me, his sexuality causes me to ache and his mercy encompasses all that I am into all that he is. So why should I want anything but to be his? Why should I want to do anything, but serve him? I gain no sexual release from the service itself… yet I do find it challenging and above all, gain satisfaction knowing that all that I do, only enhances what he is. I love to wash the dishes, knowing that he has eaten the food I prepared, to his liking, to his specification – and enjoyed every last piece because I served it with total love. I shop, fingering every item, choosing only the best, only the freshest – to please him, to feed him, to produce the most nutritional and balanced meals, to enhance his house. I revel in washing and ironing, paying attention to every seam and crease, knowing that as I do so, when he wears these items, he will look stunning because of the love steamed into these clothes. I bustle around the home, knowing that every particle of dust I remove, every crumb that I hover, is done in reverence to him. I keep his house, so he has no other concerns, so he may focus on his desires and not have to waste time on anything less. So why frown upon me, and others like me? Why think we have no life? He is my life. Do people not think that I – and others like me – have no personality, no mind? I am his equal, yet I chose to submit that equality to him. Does it make us weak and stupid – inferior - because of ‘housewife’ mentality? Why the shocked looks when you say you do not work outside his house – and why even more shocked looks when you explain you have no desire to? Is it so hard to comprehend, the pleasure and excitement that is caused by serving as hostess for his gatherings? Watching him beam as people enjoy the company, as others relax in the atmosphere of contentedness… knowing that as I serve others, I am serving and submitting to him. Can you fathom that exquisite rapture? I am not a mindless drone. I am slave to his desires. My submission makes me all I can be because of him. His darkness and deepness stimulates my soul. Being the very best I can be, enhancing my essence, growing and nurtured – raises him. The light that I am, within him, makes his darkness all the more noticeable – and when he is seen, admired and congratulated by others, that is - to me - fulfilling. Peace and Rapture
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