30 Days of Submission: #1

I have been searching for BDSM related journal prompts for those days when I’m brain fried and/or feeling less than creative. Today, I stumbled across 30 Days of Submission and I’m going to be giving that a go. These questions will be addressed in order but will not be answered in successive days.

1) Does your submission – either what you practice or what you strive for – have a label? Do you view your submission as Taken in Hand, domestic discipline, top/bottom, dominant/submissive, master/slave, owner/pet, or some other description or combination? If you do not use a label, why?

I need to be careful answering this because how my Master and I define our relationship can be a challenge for some to understand. Rather than answering outright, I’m going to, first, offer a brief run down of these label sets as succinctly explained by my Master.

Top/bottom: Power exchange based physically
Dominant/submissive: Power exchange based physically and emotionally
Master/slave: Power exchange based on a spiritual bond

Each “step” of these label sets are an increase in intensity both in the interaction and the bond between the people involved. As regular readers of INA know, my bond with my Master is unlike any I have ever had in my life. We are Master/slave.

I resisted this label “slave” for quite a while. I saw myself as His submissive. Being submissive is what I had wanted for a very long time. I struggled with the implications of the word and the connotations associated with it. I had read about slaves and how much control they relinquish to their Masters. I could not understand anyone giving up all of those choices. I am furiously independent. I run my household. No one tells me what to do. I will submit at His feet. I will not submit outside of His presence. I did not understand – could not understand at that time.

My bond with my Master has grown. Our connection is inexplicably deep. We are life mates. I have done things with Him and for Him that I could not have imagined just a year ago. More than one of these things I would have vehemently stated that I would “never” do. I would have said they were deal breakers.

These things I do for Him, I do only for Him. Because it brings Him joy. Because He is my heart divorced from my body. Because it can be no other way. Because He owns not only my body but my spirit. Because I am His slave.

Word of the Week Wednesday

en·rap·ture  (in-ˈrap-chər), verb
1to fill with rapture or delight

Examples of ENRAPTURE

  1. Her melodious voice enraptured the audience.
  2. <enraptured upon learning that he would be attending college on a full sports scholarship>

First Known Use of ENRAPTURE

1740

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Housekeeping

Greetings INA readers,

I have a some housekeeping things of which to inform you.

* First and foremost I’m Not Anastasia has surpassed 100 followers. Not too shabby for only five months time. (And let’s face it, this is sort a of a niche thing I have going on here. I’m not exactly peddling low fat recipes for the soccer mom types. Nope, nothing here about using applesauce instead of oil.) My thanks to those who read daily.

* The results from the INA Censorship Poll were overwhelming. I get it, all of you want all of me. I can’t do that for the reasons I have previously stated. I will not, however, post heavily censored entries. Though I will try not to, this will sometimes mean I go a day, here or there, without a post for you. The majority has spoken.

* Lastly, I know am behind on my award posts. I will draft one as soon as possible. Thank you for all of the nominations. They mean more than you can possibly know.

Many thanks to each of my readers for sticking with me while I figure out how to share Our life without also feeling like I’m standing naked on a street corner.

Love and light,
K-

Joy

I process
He smiles

I squirm
He laughs

I obsess
He delights

I hold my breath
He breathes me in

I tremble in fear
He absorbs my energy

I become quiet
He draws me out

I wiggle dance in bondage
He chuckles

I endure pain
He is proud

I am shocked
He giggles

I am myself
He is whole

Recovery

mark_compositeYou have been on my mind all day. I’m hoping Your drive back wasn’t too hellacious and that You will soon be at rest.

On an unrelated note …

You have asked me many times if the marks You’ve given to me “itch”. Until today, I could not understand what You meant. My thought was always Well, I suppose if the answer was yes then I would know it.

Today, every time I stand, my legs are infested with poison ivy infected mosquito bites. Occasionally, I am joined by subcutaneous vampire-glove-toting, wool-wearing fire ants.

There is so much edema that the contours of my thighs have changed. I now seem to have extra muscle bulges that defy the laws of nature.

Lumps on my buttocks are plentiful even where the bruises are not yet visible.

I now know what “tear you up” looks and feels like.

Thank you. I cannot wait to watch these marks bloom … once I can sit without wincing …

I love You.

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Today I am grateful for: pain relievers
Today’s funny moment: My sister being under the impression that when You are here for the week, I spend all of my time with You … including the over-nights.