A Simple Act
Today, when you came in for lunch, I felt a flutter in my stomach. You told me to make you something to eat. Such a simple command had the force of a hand squeezing my heart. As I was getting food ready, I was thinking of what you would want, what you would need, what would satisfy you. That helped me remember all of the little things, the extra napkin, the tortilla, ice for your drink. It felt ritualistic.
You sat down to eat and motioned for me to sit next to you. I didn't. Instead, I felt compelled to kneel next to you, a simple act. We talked, laughed, you even fed me fruit. The whole time felt magical. How can I describe the triumph I felt when you looked down and smiled at me? Triumph over myself and my own stubborness. I wasn't expecting you to feed me, yet was flushed with the pleasure it gave me. All cares and concerns were gone. There was no one but you and you were happy; Happy with me.
So with this simple act, I give you the gift of my submission. I am yours and I am loved.