What does it mean to be submissive?

Last night I shared with some people that knew me as vanilla, that in fact, I was different, not at all who they thought I was. We all dance to Our own beat. I choose with whom I share that. Boundaries.

It’s always hard on me emotionally when I share about myself, the aftermath, the waiting. Do they think I am crazy? Know what I mean? Then to know that they actually think that I am wonderful made me tear up.

Man. To get to this place in life. This moment right now. The people that I am surrounding myself with makes my heartache.

To be able to be me. To be ACCEPTED for me. To have the most incredible partner to encourage me and support me for the woman that I am, and the woman I change into every moment of the day.

Me being an owned submissive woman was brought up.

Explaining submission and BDSM is something I don’t mind doing. If you are in my circle, you know I am in the BDSM community and an owned submissive woman, and my partner and I are together 24/7. This is not a game in the bedroom but how We live Our life.

Being a submissive means so many things to so many people, but I can only explain Our dynamic. My Dominant is everything to me. He is the air that I breathe, the food that nourishes my body, the hand that comforts my soul. My day consists of making His life easier in any way that I can.

My Dominant doesn’t want for anything. His clothes are clean and put away. There’s food in his belly. I keep His bed warm and love sucking His cock. We play hard and He’s totally a Sadist to my Masochist. The dance we do. The pain He inflicts.

It’s life. We have a beautiful one. Since life is finally calming down, I think I will start writing here again giving you a peek into a consensual BDSM dynamic.

If you have any questions please feel free to reach out and email me. sidneybrooksblog@gmail.com