“I’ve come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours.” - Edward Ferrars, Sense and Sensibility
Jane Austen
There are words that reach straight into your soul, that quiet, trembling part of you that has always longed to belong. When I first read that line, I felt something in me unfold, like a silk ribbon loosening from around my heart.
Because that is what surrender feels like to me.
To stand before the one (or ones) you love and serve, not with demands or expectations, but with complete openness. With trembling honesty. With the purity of devotion that whispers, “I am Yours.”
That quote perfectly mirrors the truth that lives inside my submission. I have come to my Masters not to seek control, but to offer it. Not to ask for more, but to give more. To surrender my heart, my body, my mind, and my soul, and in that surrender, to find peace.
There is no greater fulfillment than this, to sink deeper into the safety of Their ownership, to feel my purpose woven into the rhythm of Their will. Every breath, every thought, every part of me now belongs to Them. And in that belonging, I am more myself than I have ever been.
It is rare and sacred to be chosen. To be accepted. To be seen not as something to be tamed, but as something to be treasured, in devotion and discipline alike. I am honored beyond words that They have claimed me, and that I, in turn, have chosen to kneel, heart unguarded, soul open, utterly Theirs.
Sometimes, I think our souls must have been made from the same flame, one spark divided into three, always meant to find its way back together. Because when I serve Them, when I surrender fully, it doesn’t feel like losing anything at all. It feels like coming home.
And so, just as Edward Ferrars spoke to his beloved, I whisper into the quiet spaces of our bond, My heart is, and always will be, Yours, my Masters.
Completely.
Eternally.
Beautifully.