Submissive Reflections

Sarah McBroden often writes very touchingly. She writes of an evening when she was chained to her knees and – many probably can’t understand this – it wasn’t about sex.

It was not impossible for me to walk, I could shuffle from place to place if I needed to, but it was just easier to crawl. Mac had said and I had agreed that it wasn’t about sex, it wasn’t supposed to be bondage to turn us on or get us off, it was about submission and making me feel safe, loved, cherished and cared for while I was feeling so very submissive. It was about making me feel comfortable being so submissive to Him.

And I had been feeling very submissive. It was impossible not to feel that way. I was in a foreign country and totally overwhelmed by the sheer number of people in the streets. Mac’s hand became my rock while we were out and the hotel room became a safe haven for me. Don’t get me wrong, I loved being out and taking in new sights and trying new things, but every night when we were back in the hotel room, it was a relief to be able to kneel on the floor and be me.

Mac knew how it was for me and let me serve Him. He stroked my hair when I knelt beside Him and asked me to get Him things when He wanted them. He treated me as the most precious thing in the world and used me like a slave. I found a lot of contentment in being this way.

Submissive Reflections

Originally posted 2006-05-20 06:32:44.