It’s not that I don’t want to submit, it’s that submitting is so different from how I have to conduct my life that it takes effort to turn off that HBIC part of me so that I can relish letting go.

“I guess I had a lot of opinions that night because you told me that I was especially chatty. I told you it was because you weren’t giving me anything to keep my mouth busy.”

I imagine being a collared submissive as a physical manifestation of my and my dominant’s commitment, a symbol around kinky folks and a public secret around vanilla ones.

As I grow more into the submissive I want to be, I grow to love myself more.

“When I’m alone, and the world feels like it’s ending, for whom do I do service?”

I started to see submission as less about what happens in play and more about a way to approach the world.

The more I experience subspace, the more I think that mindful living is possible for me.