Master's gifts
I want to write about all of the things my Master has done for me. From the beginning, before we had any idea of being involved as more than LJ friends, he has stimulated my mind. He has knowledge on every single subject I have ever mentioned to him. The breadth and depth of his knowledge is astounding to me. It is like having google as my lover, but with a better UI. He constantly improves my understanding of the world around me. I love that about him.
For a long time now, he has made me feel respected. Again, since long before we had even considered meeting. We are very different, but rather than belittling me, he always strives to understand my point of view, and he treats it with respect (if a bit of puzzlement, especially when it comes to matters more spiritual). He tells me what he appreciates about me, and one of those things is always my mind. I'm not as smart as he is, and have nowhere near the education he does, but I am intelligent and he treats me as such.
He sends me flowers. I love this. I can't quite get used to it, though. The room I'm sitting in right now is full of drying bunches of roses. (I plan to turn them into a wreath. Anyone know how I should go about doing that????) There are a bazillion daffodils in my living room, bringing the color and smell of spring inside. Each of these deliveries has been accompanied by a note. His words are just amazing. he is so expressive of his love for me. I keep them in a beautiful silk envelope that was made for the purpose of holding love letters. Sometimes, I take them out and read them. They bring me immense pleasure.
My Master gives me the gift of his dominance. We are both new to this life. It has evolved very naturally between us, though neither of us had the slightest notion that we wanted this kind of relationship. Now, I can think of nothing in the world that I want more than to be his slave and to serve him. His training of meis my delight. To do his bidding is joy. And to be owned and cherished as his possession is the only safety and security I have ever known in my life. I trust him completely.
One day, a while ago, I had been very industrious, completing several onorous domestic chores. When I was done, I called him and was making myself a cup of tea. Paris tea. It is my favorite. And I was indulging myself in one of my few remaining bags of it. I had saved them for a special occasion. I was very happy to be drinking this lovely tea and told him all about it. A few minutes later, he said, "Okay, I have found it on the internet. How much do you need?" He ordered it for me so that I could have it any time I wanted it. He does thoughtful things like this all the time. I am incredibly spoiled.
He gives me the gift of accepting me completely. I am forbidden to hold anything back from him. I have spent my life being told that I am too much, that I should hold back, that I am not to be a bother to anyone, that I am overwhelming. But I do not overwhelm him. I give him all of me, all of my joy, all of my love, all of my hurt... he takes it all, and still tells me to go on... he is insistent that I give him every thought, every emotion. He is a rock, strong and steadfast, standing firm against the storm of me, not wavering in the tsunami of my love. He matches me in intensity. I know he can take what I have to give. I know that he wants what I have to give. I will not overpower him.
My Master gives me his honor and integrity. I trust his word completely. If Master says something, it is done. I never have to think of it again. I have never trusted anyone like this. I would give him my life. I have given him my life.
I am so grateful to him. A lifetime of service will never be enough to thank him for all he gives me.
For a long time now, he has made me feel respected. Again, since long before we had even considered meeting. We are very different, but rather than belittling me, he always strives to understand my point of view, and he treats it with respect (if a bit of puzzlement, especially when it comes to matters more spiritual). He tells me what he appreciates about me, and one of those things is always my mind. I'm not as smart as he is, and have nowhere near the education he does, but I am intelligent and he treats me as such.
He sends me flowers. I love this. I can't quite get used to it, though. The room I'm sitting in right now is full of drying bunches of roses. (I plan to turn them into a wreath. Anyone know how I should go about doing that????) There are a bazillion daffodils in my living room, bringing the color and smell of spring inside. Each of these deliveries has been accompanied by a note. His words are just amazing. he is so expressive of his love for me. I keep them in a beautiful silk envelope that was made for the purpose of holding love letters. Sometimes, I take them out and read them. They bring me immense pleasure.
My Master gives me the gift of his dominance. We are both new to this life. It has evolved very naturally between us, though neither of us had the slightest notion that we wanted this kind of relationship. Now, I can think of nothing in the world that I want more than to be his slave and to serve him. His training of meis my delight. To do his bidding is joy. And to be owned and cherished as his possession is the only safety and security I have ever known in my life. I trust him completely.
One day, a while ago, I had been very industrious, completing several onorous domestic chores. When I was done, I called him and was making myself a cup of tea. Paris tea. It is my favorite. And I was indulging myself in one of my few remaining bags of it. I had saved them for a special occasion. I was very happy to be drinking this lovely tea and told him all about it. A few minutes later, he said, "Okay, I have found it on the internet. How much do you need?" He ordered it for me so that I could have it any time I wanted it. He does thoughtful things like this all the time. I am incredibly spoiled.
He gives me the gift of accepting me completely. I am forbidden to hold anything back from him. I have spent my life being told that I am too much, that I should hold back, that I am not to be a bother to anyone, that I am overwhelming. But I do not overwhelm him. I give him all of me, all of my joy, all of my love, all of my hurt... he takes it all, and still tells me to go on... he is insistent that I give him every thought, every emotion. He is a rock, strong and steadfast, standing firm against the storm of me, not wavering in the tsunami of my love. He matches me in intensity. I know he can take what I have to give. I know that he wants what I have to give. I will not overpower him.
My Master gives me his honor and integrity. I trust his word completely. If Master says something, it is done. I never have to think of it again. I have never trusted anyone like this. I would give him my life. I have given him my life.
I am so grateful to him. A lifetime of service will never be enough to thank him for all he gives me.