For those of you who might roll your eyes while you read through blogs and go "Ugh, another sub gushing about her Dom..."
Yeah... This blog post is going to be one of THOSE mushy, sentimental posts. So you might wanna duck out before you get on board the feels-train.
I think sometimes we get so stuck up, hung up, caught up, wrapped up, and bound up -- (Haaaaa! Pun intended!) on what roles we should take/be in that we often times forget that sometimes even the simplest acts of love/kindness can mean so much and be precisely what we need.
Both giving and receiving.
It's like glue -- I'll come back to this later though.
...I lost my cat last Sunday. I held her until the very end, I kept her gently against my chest until her final breath and final heartbeat.
It's very bittersweet, and I knew the time was coming. I just wish it hadn't been so soon.
She was 20 years old. So I mean, she truly did have a full and happy life filled with love. I've been having issues coping with the fact that she's gone.
What surprised me, and still surprises me; was that my Dom- despite the distance- stayed with me as best he could the entire time. Throughout my meltdowns, crying, ranting, babbling, and the coping. He was right there. He still is "right here" to a degree, sweetly snoring in my ears. (I think it's cute. Though I am fairly certain my assend is going to be on fire later when he reads this.♥)
The first night I lost my cat, I begged him to sleep with me as opposed to staying awake all night to watch over me on a Discord call to make sure I'd be okay. I explained to him that him resting would make me much happier than potentially hurting or wearing himself out by staying up on the call while I slept.
I've always faced issues alone. (When I say this, I mean I've had my family as a support system always, which I'm thankful for. But, never had someone as a friend, a lover, a boyfriend, or a partner stay beside me like so.) Maybe that just shows just how messed up my previous "relationshits" were - but he didn't have to do that. Not at all. Many of my close friends just apologized for my loss and carried about their own devices.
I didn't ask him to stay with me through the maelstrom of grief and emotions. He did it on his own; it was his choice.
I... I am still somewhat taken a back by it, and with it. I realize that we sometimes just get so set in what 'roles' we place ourselves in. Not just as a Dom/sub, Master/slave, Owner/pet, Daddy/little, etc... But in our day to day lives too. Husband/Wife, Manager/Employee, Driver/Pedestrian, Parent/child- etc.
We forget that sometimes it really is the smaller acts of love and kindness that can really make all of the difference. Not just in the act of aftercare either. But, I mean in general. Caring about someone else genuinely.
The level of empathy, care, and compassion my Dom displayed this passing week has really reaffirmed just how fortunate I am to have the pleasure of meeting him; and being able to know him as a person. Be it as his submissive, his girlfriend, his friend, or even an acquaintance. It also makes me that much happier to give him my submission, and be his.
So my point of this blog post- is to show my adoration and quiet thanks to him. But, to also remind everyone that sometimes showing kindness to others, even in the smallest acts. Can have the biggest impact on another.
"But Auria..? What about the glue you mentioned earlier?" -- Pfft- heheh... I knew you'd get stuck on that.
Until next time, Cage Dwellers.
~Chimera
