The role of submissive isn’t balanced equally with the Dominant. It’s not difficult to come home and take off your suit jacket, just to have your submissive crawl across the floor towards you. Perhaps it seems difficult to those who aren’t Dominant, but it feels oh so natural. Just the way things are meant to be. It’s part of the allure, I’m sure.
But even if it does feel natural for the submissive to do the crawling, to dress up for her Dominant, do all the little protocols and chores that he sets out for her, even if all that is second nature to her, that doesn’t mean that there isn’t a jarring shift between the time when she’s at home, when she’s allowed to indulge her D/s leanings, and those of when she steps out into the wider world and tucks that part of herself away. When she walks on two feet, head held high, rather than dipped to the ground with her arse in the air.
I can leave the house and be the man I am inside it, albeit mildly muted. I can wear the same things, walk the same way, and people will react as if I didn’t enjoy spanking a girl thoroughly. It’s a conscious act of will that’s required on the part of the submissive, which is what makes it so delightful and precious to bear witness.
Especially delightful, and especially precious, if it’s done for me.
(Source: photosight.ru, via kitty-en-classe)
