Most Secure

For some odd reason, I feel the most secure when I'm shown that I'm at my weakest. When it is proven to me beyond a shadow of a doubt that my only recourse is to submit. When it is proven to me that my strength is nothing. When it is proven to me I must focus fully. When it is proven to me that I can never win.

I'm not weak. I'm not indecisive. I don't need protection. At the same point in time, I relish the opportunity to step back and allow him to lead. To allow him the opportunity to protect me, even if it is from myself. I welcome being weak, but only at his hands. I can close my eyes, and I can feel his hands around my wrists, pinning me as he whispers, "Don't fight me. . . . " I can feel the moment of acceptance, that moment that says, with every fiber of my being, "yes, Sir". . . . . and nothing feels more perfect. I never feel safer than when I am completely helpless at his hands. I don't even mean being pinned for a spanking. . . . . . that's a different feeling. . . . . . . I mean just, more than anything, the casual, playful stuff, or the day-to-day stuff. Being pulled into his chest. Reaching for my hands. Beckoning me over. Scooping me up and placing me where he wants me. Brief, gleeful wrestling matches. . . . . and losing. That's the feeling I'm talking about. :-) Staring up into his eyes, "Ok, ok, you win, Sir. . . . . you win. . . . ." and smiling.

That, my friend, is a feeling I relish.  I know this post doesn't truly say much of anything. . . . . but the emotion says it all. :-)