A tough transition....

My life is many things. Not the least of which is the tremendous gap that some might see between my corporate and outward persona and my inner submissive. Shortly after my last post, I had to leave my Master for 3.5 weeks. During that time, I traveled for work and had to put on my "Ms. Corporate Kick-Butt" hat. When I returned to my Master, I was fully in that mode and it took a week for me to fully "decompress" from that role 100% of the time.

When we are together daily, I find the transition much easier. I can be running a large conference call one moment and blushing the next after simply a glance from my Master.

Now that I've been back for a couple weeks, I find myself blushing more. And not just my face. I received an awe-inspiring, breathe-catching spanking a few days ago and my pale skin is still marked. I look at the marks in the mirror each morning and feel the love that was shared with each touch of his hand. I felt the marks when I sat down for a day and blushed each time I felt the love there. 

During the spanking, I was a puddle. In more ways than one. His touch while I was being restrained was enough to send me into overdrive. I ached for his touch. I ached for whatever he wanted to do to make me feel his complete power over me. I blushed when he told me that my pussy had given me away in my yearning. I had left a puddle of my desire on the spanking bench before he even started. My body longed to be taken. The choices had been removed from me. I simply had to wait for his wishes to be communicated to me through his touch. 

I waited for years to find my Master. The man to stand up to me and show me he was boss. I don't think I knew how much I needed someone to take control until he found me. 

For someone that is a submissive, it is easy to understand that being in control all the time is tiring. Sharing my power, giving my power to him is the thing I wait for each day. It is liberating to no longer need to call the shots in all things. 

My trust is complete. 

Our love is enduring. 

I belong to you.

Sir

Submissive in the making

A short history of how I got here. I believe that I've been a submissive for years. Waiting impatiently for the Master that deserved me.
• 16 years ago, I left my husband and my first purchase was a four-poster bed. I bought it with the knowledge that I wanted someone to tie me to it and have their "way" with me. While I had a few lovers take me up on using the bed frame the way I wished, I was still in charge. I learned years later that this called "topping from the bottom". It wasn't my plan but my tremendous personality still over-powered my so called captor.
• I initiated a photo shoot with a bi-sexual female friend of mine. The objective was to create a gift of explict images for our respective partners that would excite them. During the shoot, I found myself restrained, spanked and teased while at the mercy of her desires. While I was not terribly excited by her touch (I have experimented with bi-sexually but really need a man's touch), I was VERY excited to have all choices taken from me. It was a very enlightening experience and was an indicator of my burning need for submitting.
• Many years later, as I wished to explore my submissive side, I purchased a paddle and brought it home to my partner. He was horrified that I wanted to be spanked. He never used it and he told me I was sick and needed professional counseling. I was mortified, hid the paddle, and never mentioned it again. Not surprisingly, I completely overwhelmed him with my domineering and overbearing personality. I didn't see it that way. I just got things done. But I needed a break from that role from time to time. He cheated on me and never had the "balls' to tell me, even when I suspected and tried to leave. When I did learn the whole truth, I was gone within weeks and took everything from him.
• By then, I had gotten very clear about what I wanted in a partner. I dated a few men; asked for restraint, begged for spanking and if they weren't comfortable with that, I quickly ended the relationship.
• I made a regular habit of testing and teasing men to see if they had the muster to stand up to me. I didn't do it consciously but did it nonetheless. I was searching.
• Shortly thereafter, I found my soul-mate and Master. He knew from the beginning that I was a submissive. The first time my Master kissed me, he possessed me. I was completely taken aback and overcome. I tried to run away but found myself returning for more. I couldn't stay away. This man knew me. He knew what my soul hungered for. I am grateful for being "seen" for all that I am and belonging to him.

I am yours
Always
Sir