My submissive and myself has always felt like two different people. But as of late it’s been harder and harder to keep them apart. Once I ran from it, showed the world the opposite of who I was inside because I hated it. I hated that I enjoyed parts of something that was forced upon me by another. My pride kicked into dirt. Ego shattered. Something taken and not earned. Something I kept hidden but was forced into the light and worst off, by someone unworthy. Taking years to claim my sexuality back and running from it simultaneously. Constant fear.
But the woman now, the submissive too, they have become one. No one can take from me anything that is not given. For my submission is the best gift any Dom could ever receive. I know how they look at me, the sub that used to run in fear from the hungry eyes now bathes in that unbridled heat. Letting it scorch my skin and flush me with color. So one day when I get to put my arm hooked into my Doms and look into their eyes and see the love, lust and safety reflected in their eyes I can soar knowing that I have given them my whole self for their desire and mine, and no one can take it.
Until then I enjoy the heat.
