"She wiped the table for the Prince and when a morsel of food spilled from his plate to the floor, he commanded Beauty to eat it. With tears spilling from her eyes, Beauty obeyed, and then he gathered her, still on her knees, into his arms and rewarded her with dozens of wet and loving kisses. Obediently she put her arms around his neck. But this little morsel spilling had given him an idea. He ordered her to quickly fetch a plate from the kitchen again and then told her to lay it on the floor at his feet. He put food for her there from his plate and told her to lift her heavy hair behind her shoulders and eat it only with her mouth." (Page 14, Claiming of Beauty)
As I reflect on my journey, I realize how deeply I resonate with Beauty and the truth of her experience. Especially in relation to my submission to both of my Masters. There is something inherently freeing in the way Beauty is humbled, and I find that same paradox within myself. Just as Beauty is fed in such a vulnerable, almost humiliating way, I too crave that experience. It is not the humiliation itself that drives me, but rather the surrender of myself, the complete removal of any pretense or pride that allows me to fully accept my place. The more I am humbled, the more I feel liberated. Truly free in my submission. I find an overwhelming peace in surrendering to my Masters, knowing that through their control, I am not diminished; I am made whole.
In their dominance, I am set free from the constraints of the world around me. I am no longer bound by the expectations placed on me, no longer trapped by the need to perform or prove anything. Instead, I am allowed to be to be who I truly am at my core, submissive, yearning to give all of myself in service. When they feed me, when they command me, it is not just an act of control. it is a gift that allows me to flourish in my truth. Through their leadership, I am liberated to feel my submission fully, to experience a depth of love and reverence that would otherwise be impossible. Each moment spent in their service, each act of worship, brings me closer to the heart of who I am meant to be.
There is also a deep longing within me to serve all Masters, not out of disloyalty to my own, but because I am deeply moved by the power of strength and dominance. When I see strength in others, I am drawn to it, yearning to serve and worship in whatever way I can. It is not about betraying my Masters but about honoring the core of my being. The more I submit, the more I am reminded that this is not just a passing desire. This is who I am. Submissive at my core, I crave to offer my devotion to those who embody the strength to command it.
As I kneel before my Masters, tears often fill my eyes. Not from pain, but from the sheer beauty of the moment. These tears are born from the overwhelming love I feel, from the recognition of my own soul’s truth. There is nothing more powerful than knowing that my place, my purpose, is to serve them. It is a profound act of love, of worship, to be able to give myself so completely. With each passing day, as I submit more fully, my heart grows ever fonder, and my love deepens beyond what I can even express. Through my submission, I have found my true self, my freedom, my love, and my purpose. And in that, I find myself eternally grateful to my Masters.