In Training
Now that I'm single and getting settled into that fact I look ahead at the daunting task of finding a suitable submissive that will thrill me, meet my needs and stimulate my imagination. The journey of finding, training and eventually owning is long and filled with the investment of time, emotions and hope.
They mostly come, those not afraid to approach, with visions of porn influenced submission that have fueled their times of masturbation with the impersonal viewing of two dimensional dominant women that meet their every desire unquestioned. When meeting a dominant woman face to face who speaks, challenges and questions their motives, most would rather retreat back into their fancy-filled dreams than face what lies within them. Those brave enough and hungry enough to move past their fears are the ones I look for.
These are the men who are tired of living half a life. Tired of hiding in dark shadows what beckons them in the mid morning hours. Men willing to put aside their preconceived ideas of submission and dominance and will strip away the role and title to reveal what makes their heart beat wild. It either lies within you or it doesn't.
The authentic I can work with, train and eventually own for both of our pleasure. Because it's not about following some rules or pattern set by someone in a best selling book. But about the reality of a connection between two people who naturally bring those desires to the surface and remove whatever boundaries society has put on them. Growing the hunger and reveling in it's ever increasing glow and power.
It's the foundation that is laid and built upon between two people with respect and adoration for one another. Knowing deep down each is needed by the other to exist. Who am I without the beauty of your submission?
I am searching and will find once again that magic. I'll know again that trust that runs deeper than any river and the vulnerability and openness of a surrendered heart. Until we are both owned by each other.
Owned
