Mistress Ginger has Ryan spread his legs wide, so she can secure his ankles too. She wraps the cuffs around each ankle and pulls the buckles tight. Rising once again and taking Ryan chin in her hand, Ginger turns his head and stares deeply into his eyes, “slave!” she says demanding his attention, plus causing him to fall deeper because she used a trigger word again. “Are you comfortable?”
Pushing Her Mental Boundaries…
I Submit to Him
I wear headcovers in church, and I submit to him.
I bend over in the shower and let him rub his erection against me. I submit to him.
I writhe beneath him, I cry, I panic, I flee, but still he enters me inexorably. I submit to him.
He kisses me, roughly. We’ve been apart too long. His lips search mine. I feel warm and wet. I submit to him.
I suck, I lick, I want the jewel.
If I try to leave, he punishes me. I’m his.
Did he make me a whore or was I one already?
Another one, he whispers, embracing my–our–fertility. Another anchor, another tie to him. Another terrible sacrifice. I submit to him.
Emerging From The Darkness…
She had abolished herself within the dark dungeon because of the way she had been treated and viewed by all those outside. She had waited what seemed like a lifetime for the One Person that had the key to release her. For the One Person that was willing to bring her out of the darkness and accept her within the light. The One Person that could unlock the door to allow her to finally be free to fly. The One Person that could release her from the darkness she thought she would always be within.
As the door opened and the light He brought to her laid it’s beams upon her wings, they naturally spread as if she had always known how to fly. Yet, she was afraid of what lied beyond the door. At least in the darkness she knew what to expect. He didn’t drag her into the light, but instead patiently waited. He encouraged and offered support for her new life as she slowly left the darkness behind and stepped into the light. She knew that she owed everything to Him, for after all He was the one that held the key that would allow her to be who she has always been destined to be, and would completely accept her as she was.
As tears of happiness rolled down her face, she took his outstretched hand to begin the Dauntless Journey down the path she had needed to be led down her entire life. She could finally feel her wings spread wider than they ever had before as she felt the care, love, and safety in his guidance. She was still afraid, but only of the unknown. Yet, she trusted Him with every ounce of her being, would give him her very best, and knew this was exactly where she was meant to be.
Because He Said So…?
It means the sub/slave has given him that right and authority over her.
It means she has consented this power to such a person.
It’s because she sees and feels him as worthy of such power and control.
It’s because he has earned the right to be able to be that way with her.
It’s because he has earned her respect in the Dominant position h has with her.
It’s because he has put in the time, effort and work to get t that point with her.
Handing Over The Belt…
I have to admit, there is an appeal or maybe curiosity in everything about this. I know how the belt feels and I can’t exactly lie and say I don’t enjoy it. But how it can clear ones mind, give them the reset or release they need is very intriguing to me. I do love the thought of coming to him on my knees, handing him the belt and asking for help. Feeling safe in asking to be beaten. Trusting that there’s not judgement, only understanding. Then feeling his total possession and control as I put myself in his hands, trusting that he will give me what I need. And yes, knowing that only he decide when I’ve had enough and it’s done. I think that this could possible go both ways though. There has to be a great feeling for him during this too. Feeling and expressing Dominance and power. Maybe not the same sort of reset or release, but similar. So maybe the scenario isthat he had some long days at work with traveling and one thing after another. I can see and feel the stress weighing on him when he gets home. So I come to him, hand him his belt, strip, and offer my ass (head down ass up) to beat. Clearing his mind and giving him the release he needs. Submitting to and taking the pain because that’s what Master needs. The amount of love, respect, and trust it entails (for both of us) is simply beautiful to me!