Eroticizing submission

It has been pointed out to me by a dear friend with my best interests at heart, that I tend to "eroticize" my submission. I can't disagree with that. I do find the act of submission incredibly erotic on so many levels that my mind is (eventually) able to eroticize just about anything related to domination and submission; at least, as it has been presented to me thus far. Now, if someone were just straight out horrible or abusive or inattentive that would not be erotic but even being told off or dismissed, which in the moment is not remotely pleasant to me, is ultimately erotic to me. It is just the way my mind processes it all and what keeps me humming along. I get a great deal of enjoyment out of it all, so long as the connection remain strong.

I find this photograph incredibly erotic: a total turn on, and stunningly beautiful. I imagine it is a dominant man's great joy to have his submissive dressed in such a way. She is available to him at a moment's notice; whenever he pleases. He can stroke her, or feel her or spank her, according to his whim, or if she should provoke him in some way: perhaps by merely existing! There are no panties to soak up her juices or to distract her from the fact that she is all woman or her true purpose. And, she revels in the knowledge that she may be found enticing by him; his play thing. She may go about her duties suitably attired but ready for him: at his beck and call.

We can see that she has already been spanked quite soundly and been told to kneel to remind her of her place. Perhaps he did it himself, or perhaps he called for his stocky Scottish house maid to attend to the task before he spoke with her himself. Some may say that she is now suitably chastened and repentant. Perhaps, she is hopeful he will dismiss her soon to go about completing her duties. Surely the Master of the house will have mercy on her and send her on her way.

Oh no! Not at all! Her mind is awash with pleasure, her juices (and her creative juices) are flowing and she sits in silent waiting, forever hopeful that he will be unable to hold himself back from touching her, caressing her, feeling her and fucking her.

Lucky l'il thin!