Weekly Submission Ritual
The Quiet Flame
I am creating this as a way to recenter myself. To quiet the noise of the outside world and return to the calm, grounded space where my submission lives. Through these rituals, and symbols, I am reclaiming my focus and deepening my connection to service. This is a path back to the peace I find in obedience. The fulfillment I feel in devotion. And the love that guides me in serving my Masters with grace, intention, and an open heart.
Timing Choose one consistent time each week. Let this be your sacred time, no matter what else is happening.
Setting the Space (5 min)
Sit, kneel, or lie comfortably.
If possible, dim the lights or light a candle. If not, imagine a flame in your mind.
Say out loud or internallyReturn to the center of who I am.
I return to the quiet flame of my submission.
Even in stillness, I serve. Even in silence, I am devoted.
This is your grounding invocation.
Body Connection (5–10 min)
Place a hand over your heart.
Breathe deeply.Inhale: I am present.
Exhale: I am still Theirs.
Run your fingers along your arms, hair, or anything accessible, this is your body’s way of saying,I am worthy of attention.
You can even sayThis body is my offering.
My breath is my vow.
Devotion Reflection or Journal (10–15 min)
Choose one of the following prompts each week and write, speak into a recorder, or just think deeply about it.What part of myself am I reclaiming this week?
What does submission feel like in the absence of command?
How can I serve from love, not obligation?
What do I wish They could see inside me right now?
End this time by writing or whispering.am still Yours. Even when unseen. Even when un held. I am not forgotten.
Personal Marking or Token (Optional but powerful)
Choose a small item to be your symbol.Bracelet
Ribbon
Hair Clip
Scarf
Even a certain scent.
Each week, place or wear it with intention, saying.
This marks my heart. This is my devotion, even when unspoken.
Closing Phrase
As your ritual ends, close with,
My submission is not waiting. It is breathing. It is blooming. I am still Theirs.”
