It is the sweetest thing, this submission
Doing those things you ask, be they large or small, direct orders or comments on what interests you,
comments that you make in passing- doing those tasks and seeing your glee in my compliance,
feeling your joy in my obedience, your approval in my joy in doing as asked.. oh my....
this submission is the sweetest feeling.
Knowing that you ask for nothing you will regret me doing.
That you ask for nothing that I will regret doing.... And I do know this, Sir.
Knowing that you ask of me to merely give you the responsibility of my submission to you,
that you DO see it as a responsibility-always considering how I will react, if it will benefit me-
it is the sweetest of feelings.
You grin with glee when I blush, when I am oh so slightly mortified, and even that makes me happy!
That such small embarrassments are seen by you as a gift from me, and that you treasure my blushes
rather than seeing them as a weakness. I find myself looking forward to those moments of squidgy blushes,
knowing you adore them.
The look of pride you have when you help me grow and learn, when together we move forward past a
roadblock, melts me. I strive to grow to see that look, to know that you are proud.
Your assurance that you see me, you note my efforts, my growth, my willingness.. that constant reassurance
and coddling feeds me strength to trust when it is kinda scary, to still submit when it is embarrassing,
to speak up when I have questions. You lift me and build me up so sweetly.. How can I not respond to that?
The weight of your eyes on me as you play me, as you drink in every sound you wring from me, as you weigh
every movement I make in response to your tender mercies fuels those very sounds and motions, your craving
for my reactions strengthen my response, a never ending cycle that leaves me a trembling, spaced out,
submissive mess with no thought but your joy in me.
Hearing you say those words, phrases I had believed to be mean, rude, crass, arrogant, dismissive... but yet
you say them with such warmth, such tangible heat, such gentleness and glee, that I crave the sound of them
passing your lips.. oh Sir, you make this submission so sweet.
One look, showing me that you do NOT approve, shatters me. Gentle as the reprimand of that look is, I feel it,
I know. I strive to not ever see that look again.
Knowing how seriously you take my words, how you strive to grow, to include my interests in your fast growing
list of skills, the care and attention you apply to learning of me, the glee you take in using what you learn.....
it leaves me helpless, eagerly looking for opportunities to to show that I cherish that gift, Sir, that you give-in
allowing me to submit to your gentle and erotic will, teaching me to trust in you and in myself, showing me
that submission is, really, truly, a thing of sweetness...
Thank you Sir... for this gift, this sweetest submission...
Doing those things you ask, be they large or small, direct orders or comments on what interests you,
comments that you make in passing- doing those tasks and seeing your glee in my compliance,
feeling your joy in my obedience, your approval in my joy in doing as asked.. oh my....
this submission is the sweetest feeling.
Knowing that you ask for nothing you will regret me doing.
That you ask for nothing that I will regret doing.... And I do know this, Sir.
Knowing that you ask of me to merely give you the responsibility of my submission to you,
that you DO see it as a responsibility-always considering how I will react, if it will benefit me-
it is the sweetest of feelings.
You grin with glee when I blush, when I am oh so slightly mortified, and even that makes me happy!
That such small embarrassments are seen by you as a gift from me, and that you treasure my blushes
rather than seeing them as a weakness. I find myself looking forward to those moments of squidgy blushes,
knowing you adore them.
The look of pride you have when you help me grow and learn, when together we move forward past a
roadblock, melts me. I strive to grow to see that look, to know that you are proud.
Your assurance that you see me, you note my efforts, my growth, my willingness.. that constant reassurance
and coddling feeds me strength to trust when it is kinda scary, to still submit when it is embarrassing,
to speak up when I have questions. You lift me and build me up so sweetly.. How can I not respond to that?
The weight of your eyes on me as you play me, as you drink in every sound you wring from me, as you weigh
every movement I make in response to your tender mercies fuels those very sounds and motions, your craving
for my reactions strengthen my response, a never ending cycle that leaves me a trembling, spaced out,
submissive mess with no thought but your joy in me.
Hearing you say those words, phrases I had believed to be mean, rude, crass, arrogant, dismissive... but yet
you say them with such warmth, such tangible heat, such gentleness and glee, that I crave the sound of them
passing your lips.. oh Sir, you make this submission so sweet.
One look, showing me that you do NOT approve, shatters me. Gentle as the reprimand of that look is, I feel it,
I know. I strive to not ever see that look again.
Knowing how seriously you take my words, how you strive to grow, to include my interests in your fast growing
list of skills, the care and attention you apply to learning of me, the glee you take in using what you learn.....
it leaves me helpless, eagerly looking for opportunities to to show that I cherish that gift, Sir, that you give-in
allowing me to submit to your gentle and erotic will, teaching me to trust in you and in myself, showing me
that submission is, really, truly, a thing of sweetness...
Thank you Sir... for this gift, this sweetest submission...
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