Slave Girl to my Sir: This is what kink has been for me with you, through trauma and troubled times.

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Slave Girl to my Sir: This is what kink has been for me with you, through trauma and troubled times.

 

To be called a Dom, or more specifically my Sir you must first earn the title, like a sub earns the right to belong to a Sir.  My Sir and I have spent months chatting, I know what he’s like and he knows me. He knows my faults, and my desires.  He knows how I have struggled to keep going, and he knows my failures and my triumphs.  He knows my past and has never once frightened me, has always treated me with respect and kindness, while teaching me what he will expect and accept from me and what he will not. To have those lines clearly established, from a man I not only adore but also have the utmost respect for.

 My guard was sky high when we met, I tried to push him away, but he alone saw through me.  Past trauma had made me run away from relationships as soon as someone got too close, close enough to see me, normally I backed away, deleted my account, and curled up into a ball but not this time, no. This was someone new. Not someone I wanted to back away from. Someone I learnt to respect and to trust. He always had my best interests at heart.  No matter what he was always there for me.  For me calling a Dom Sir is something that they must show me that I am safe doing so. That my emotions are safe in their hands, as with any relationship attachments can be made.  I need to know that my trauma and my disability will not be ridiculed, and with him it never has. He has never made me feel like anything I have is too much for him, he has however taught me to be a loyal and supportive sub. To be honest with him, and to try my best to be patient. He alone knows how bad I am with that, but I will continue trying to work on it, because he is worth that.

 

Having my Sir makes me feel safe, makes me feel like the part of me that needs to serve, to be owned, and to worship has found its place. That is my place – at his feet, and that is a place I cherish.  The bond has sustained good times and bad times. The times when I retreat into my shell, the times I panic and think he’s gone – he’s somehow still there. The times when trauma hits me like a ton of bricks, and I am wrapped in a ball afraid of the world.  His words are like a light in the darkness. Sir does not have to say much to reprimand me or to get my attention, though I am really stubborn and getting through to me isn’t easy, he has never given up.  That as well as the fact that all I want to do is serve him and worship his body.  Kneeling at his feet is the greatest privilege of all. To serve him is my greatest joy.

For in his hands, I know I am safe, no matter what we are doing. Free to explore bdsm and my fantasies that call for whips and paddles.   the trust does not dissipate. It holds stronger than ever.  For I know that he will listen when I have said the safe word and I know that he will pull me into his arms and check that I’m okay.  I know that I am safe, I know that he will make sure I am okay regardless of what we are doing.  I know I’ve found my kinky home as his sub.  For with my master, I have found freedom that I never dreamed existed.  Freedom to pursue any relationship, freedom to tell him about them and get his insights onto my relationships. Freedom is not something I have had very often in my life, the freedom to make my own choices, regardless of what others feel.  That in my life has not been encouraged growing up, so the freedom to explore, knowing that my place is still there. That no matter how many relationships we have, and how much we explore my place is at his feet, that place I treasure.  For that’s a place I delight in having.

 

To be owned by him fills me with newfound confidence, stemming from the sheer knowledge that I know my place, and although there may be weeks we hardly talk, he is still there. Ready to call me to attention whenever he wishes, a call I relish and thoroughly enjoy. As I rush to obey and hoping to make him smile with the pics, I send him. With my bratty side he unlike most doms he doesn’t try to make me any less than I am.  He is always one step ahead of me. So, the times I’m sure I’ve got away with being a brat I clearly haven’t, as he’s always got something up his sleeve. Some way or other of getting my attention. The times when I try to top from the bottom, I’m quickly reprimanded by Sir and put back in my place.  Such a man normally I’d treat with caution.  But in actuality I’m filled with curiosity and the adventurous side of my spirit demands I explore this fully. I want to  explore every single part of being owned by him. Then my bratty side comes out, I want to see what Sir will do if I push back.  I want to see him control the brat, that would always love to see what control I can take back, how far I can push it before I really get into trouble. And then how far I can push it again, so soon after. My confidence grows too quickly sure that this time, I won’t get into trouble.  The game I suppose is what are you going to do about it if I don’t comply???  If I do this instead???

 

 The mere fact that Sir now owns a whip is supposed to fill me with caution. I throw caution to the wind and the brat comes into full ***. Perhaps this I will live to regret, but I like a Sir who can *** me back into place by any means necessary. Who has the strength of character and of mind to put me in my place.    Make me behave, so I do not get too bratty.  I respect a man who can take what he wants. Can put me in my place and make me listen. For if he doesn’t get my attention, he goes quiet and then I’m quick to change!   Finally submissive and awaiting his command. 

[CurvyAshlynn]

This was beautifully said. Gonna need to show my Dom.

[Leisa]

I’m happy for you that you’ve found your place of peace through all the trauma.