To Be Pleasing

Sometimes I read some of the blogs in this diverse D/s community, from the DD side to the M/s side. I despair of some of them. Others so inspire me that my heart rushes to bring the fire that they kindle to my Daddy in some form of service. I see people assert that they wish to submit, and then fight against doing so. I see people who do not step up to take their submissives in hand. I see disparaging remarks that make my heart hurt, and leave me stunned. And I see devotion so beautiful, so complete and so inspiring that I think I could never possibly achieve that much grace and light in my service to him. On both sides there is inspiration for that which I choose not to be, and that to which I aspire to achieve.
  

We are us. We are a mix of so many things. We are Daddy and little girl. We are HoH and Tih. We are Dominant and submissive. We live a domestic discipline dynamic.When we started, I had limits.Three years later, I have seen them melt and I know that there is nothing I would deny him. I have come to him and surrendered my fears, and my limits with regularity. I can think of none that remain. And with pride I realize that I am completely surrendered to him. I am his slave, and with the greatest of joy and pleasure, I know him as my Master.

  



I love my Daddy. That should come as no surprise. This is like no other relationship that I have ever had, aside from the obvious, simply in the living of the day-to-day. The love and help and consideration that exists in this house is what I have always dreamed of, and thought would always be just that - a dream. He helps with the shopping, so that I can cook or clean and we divide and conquer. One of us does homework while the other folds laundry or some other chore so that we have more time as a family. Sometimes, little bits of who we are creeps into the mundane, when I sit, late night, with a final basket of laundry and he comes and takes the clothes from my hands, and pulls me to him - "It will still be there tomorrow. I'll help."

He gives me so much. Do I get aggravated sometimes? Sure. When he pulls that laundry from me, I want to sigh, I just want to be done. But then I remember who we are, who I am, and who he is, and I stop. And I see that the exercise is as much for me as it is for him. It is not just to exert authority. It is, "Come rest in me, little one. I see that you are weary and I hunger for you." And when I meet his eyes, the sense of duty is swept aside with the chore because I remember my own hunger, and I remember my greater duty is to him.
 





My purpose is to belong to him. I have lamented my whole life long that I belonged to no one and I have prayed for ownership. I have exactly what I want. I can let the noise of the everyday interfere, and gossip that he troubles me, or I can give up the control and see that he is everything that I have ever wanted. That creates a need, a hunger in me, deep and strong to fall at his feet, to serve him and realize that I am fulfilled for the first time ever. It makes me want to serve him with all of the grace that he deserves. It makes me want to to give him all that he has ever dreamed of, and all that he could never have imagined.

I wish to be a magnet that draws him, as he draws me to his essence. I wish to be his harbor against all the difficult things that this life throws at us. I want him to come to the door of this place, weary from the world, but with the anticipation that when he crosses the threshold he is king of all that surrounds him. I would be his servant, but he makes me feel like his queen. For him and for him alone, I wish to be pleasing always, and in all ways.


HER GUARDIAN:  As much as she belongs to me I belong to her.... she knows my deepest desires, my greatest aspirations, my strengths, my weaknesses, my heart.  She is my heartbeat, the softness in the dark, my source of power and my eternal muse.  When we began our relationship, I did not dare dream that it would develop into what we have now. It is my fondest labor of truest love that inspires my service to her. In truth I am as much hers as she is mine and I am so blessed to call her mine.