A hearth, rich with color and warmth, beckons me closer and closer still.
i stand before the flames, as they crackle and burst with heat. They are frightening in their power, beautiful in their talent for melting the ice which can so easily encase my soul.
The hearth is part of a place i call Home- not found on any physical map, but where all hearts long to be.
It is there i am me, longing- to- please, eager- to -serve, little me. my joy springs from acts others might term demeaning at best, misogynistic at worst: To put Him first in all things, to think of His needs ahead of my own, to ever kneel before Him seeking His touch.
i could look at this Home as a prison if He was not present at every turn, in every way, with His guidance, passion, and devotion. i am not permitted to flit from task to task, a pathetic little mouse in a wheel that turns endlessly, never reaching its destination.
No, i am forever finding Home, where He lets me know when i have pleased Him, when my submission creates a haven for His dominance to flourish.
He takes me, before the heat and fire of that inner hearth, away from the winter of white vanilla. His caresses mixed gentle and rough, coax the flames higher, until the Home is awash in a golden, orange, crimson orgy of color, bathing my skin in passionate waves, carrying me ever back to His heart.
Rule 29: my submission is a natural inborn feeling, and at times a surging and powerful force inside me that only a respectable and knowledgeable Master can recognize, control and manage, for a He understands how my nature influences my behavior and how temptations to act outside of its drive can easily lead me astray and away from my primary focus: to please and to be found pleasing. He, too, manages and controls His Own natural state, sharing with me through a power exchange between us, bonding me tightly to Him, His needs with mine. my submission to such a Master allows for me to feel more aware and alive inside and out, bringing me to a feeling i cherish: ‘at home’.
