Strategy

Girls, huddle round; make a circle, hold hands.

Shhhhh! Quiet now; I don't want to be overheard.

You know, and I know that he is not always right. And, you know and I know that he can be soooo irrational.

Yeah. Yeah. We all know dat.

But, trust me, it is no use makin a fuss. Coz he's not goin to admit anythin anyways wen he's in dat moooood.

So, don't get all steamed up. Nah! Just 'snuff it off'. Forget abowt it.

And, go ahead and have a good day.

Okay?

All right! High fives.


Yes!!!!

Aging gracefully

Two little occurrences this morning when out and about got me thinking:

The first occurrence happened at the nail salon. I was sitting in the spot where one sits to dry one's nails when a woman about my age came and sat down beside me. I said,

"Now comes the hard part!"

She said:

"I know! It's torture, isn't it? Sitting here doing nothing...thinking about all the things we have to do...what to make for dinner, how to organize all the kids for the weekend..."

I nodded and smiled. This is just the sort of thing that I have been working on lately...letting go. There is a time for work and there is a time for play. Women need to learn when to let go!

Secondly, whilst I had my morning coffee shortly thereafter, I read a comment by Sarah Murdoch, the gorgeous naturally beautiful daughter-in-law of Rupert Murdoch. Apparently, she has asked that her photos not be touched up. She wants to grow old gracefully, without the use of treatments that so often leave women without expression in their faces. She wants to "embrace" the aging process.

Well, I do tend to agree with her. I think a woman can look quite beautiful as she ages if she has the confidence to carry it off. Of course, Sarah didn't mean that a woman should let herself go. That is an entirely different matter. Maintaining a healthy weight, looking after one's skin, keeping out of the sun at certain times, getting adequate sleep and rest and eating well are what is important here. I would add to that, that a youthful outlook is critical, too. You truly are only as old as you feel.

Relaxing and letting go at times, ceding control to one's owner, maintaining a fit and healthy body, and remaining youthful with vitality; this is the key to aging well as a submissive woman, I think. The style one chooses is an altogether different thing. A rule of thumb would be, if the man in your life has a desire to undress you as soon as possible, then you are on a good thing and should stick with it.

Flexibility

One of the huge benefits of expressing my submissive nature has been that I am much more flexible than I have ever been before. I am open to a great many suggestions and as far as I can recall, I haven't rejected outright any suggestion that has been put to me in recent times.

I've been introduced to new ways to speak about my body; new ways to speak even. I've been introduced to the notion of being an owned girl and to accept that my owner can do with me, whatever he wants. I've not rejected the idea of being marked, or bound, or physically corrected. I've embraced lessons of being at my owner's beck and call, and making my body of use to relax him when he is stressed. I really have demonstrated, I believe, that I have a flexible mind. And, that's a good thing.

My owner (read: husband) is delighted with his new wife. His wife now has a second name (think Sir J's h, as a rough guide here); a name for that bubbly, giggling creature who is there for her owner to do as he pleases. Yep! He's embraced her, all right. He likes her a lot.

Recently, this girl had a birthday and she received some lovely gifts, such as a voucher to pamper herself at a beauty salon. That was a lovely gift. She got another gift, too, but in fact, it was not for her. The gift was for the other one: the bimbo. And, how she loved it! She began to wear it immediately and she was so beri happi about that.

Sometimes, Vesta, the girl with the thinking brain has to use that brain to get things done. Her husband wouldn't be too happy if she claimed that the reason for not attending to tasks was because her brain had gone missing, now would he? But, the sexual creature doesn't have to think, you see, and that's a lot of fun, too. She has so much fun!

Vesta is not going away. She lives here, too! But, she's making some room for the sexual creature. She is just so giggly and bright, who could deny the wee l'il thing? So, I'm going to make some room for her here and we'll see how that goes. I do hope that she won't be too norty.

Little girls

Naturally, I adore all my children. But, I adore them in different ways for their different qualities. I wouldn't be without my boys. Little boys give their mothers so many kisses. Snuggling into a little boy, cheek to cheek, is one of life's great pleasures.

But, I'm so terribly grateful for my little girl. I was not sure that I would ever have a little girl and when she was gathered up from me, the first words I heard were my husband's words:

"Ooooooooh! It's what you wanted. It's a little girl."

I would have loved the child completely no matter what, but to have a little girl; my dreams had come true.

I remember taking her to Bloomingdales. I was buying shoes and she was sitting up there in her pram taking it all in. She was about five months old. As I was paying for the shoes the sales woman said:

"She is just like a doll: like a china doll."

She was beautiful. And, she still is. I marvel at how beautiful she is every morning when she comes to kiss me before she leaves home at some god foresaken hour to get to work.

And tonight, I can virtually guarantee that she will have made for me the most creative of cards; the most beautiful sentiments in her words; full of thankfulness and love. She is a divine creature: beautiful on the inside and on the outside.

It does not matter how old a woman grows; part of her is still a little girl. She wants to be cuddled and kissed and loved and pampered just as if she were only a few months old.

Give your little girl a big kiss and cuddle today. Watch her light up. It's so worth the effort.

Aberrance

I'm a rather sensitive soul. I don't know if that is simply because I'm me, because I'm a woman, or because I'm a woman with a submissive nature. But, when you add the three together, let's just say that there are moments when I am more complex than usual. My star sign doesn't help. We girls born under that star tend to be pretty emotional and scattered at times. I'm willing to admit it.

So, every now and again, I lose the plot. I take umbrage at something said to me and my mind goes into a tale spin. Maybe, he doesn't like me any more. Maybe, he doesn't find me attractive. Maybe, I'm too much of a pain in a neck.

A clever 'gurl' would play her cards well at this stage. She'd be strategic, perhaps take her own counsel until she had settled herself down, or ask a few well placed questions to assure herself that he did still give her a pass mark.

But, I'm not a clever 'gurl' at such moments. No. No. I'm more like a dumdum bimbo hoo dusnt no wen 2 leav da thing alown. Im sorta norty and owt of cuntrol.

The thing to remember about we submissive gals at these times, is that we mean well. We really do! We just get a little...lost! We lose our way in the forest, sometimes, it's true. But, it's also true that we submissive types also always manage to find our way out fairly quickly. It's a very temporary thing, that abherrance of ours. We simply need a little bit of help from the man; that's all!

So, don't be mad wif us! We didn't meen no harm. We just need a bit more luv dan dose udder gurls. Shall we go owt an play now?!! Oh, no! Put dat cane down! You donna need dat! Ohhhhhhh...

Giving

When my son was just a young child, he was given a copy of 'The Giving Tree', but we didn't read it all that often. It tended to make us a bit sad. There was the tree, willing to give everything that he had to the boy, until finally he gave all of himself to the boy, spare a stump. The boy made a boat and sailed away. In his old age, the boy returned to the tree and the tree worried that he had nothing left to give. But, the boy was now an old man and the stump served him well as a seat and together again, the boy and the tree were at one. You see. It is a little sad, isn't it, in spite of the ending.

Perhaps the greatest thing about the human condition is that nearly all parents have a built in desire to put their children's needs first. Most parents are willing to put their children's needs ahead of their own and will go without a great deal if that means that their children have opportunity, good health or happiness. They didn't learn that in a rule book of parenting, and no one told them that this is the way it must be. It is ingrained inside of them. It is the natural response.

It is well understood by my regular readers that in a power relationship both the dominant and submissive give of themselves to the other, according to their roles, and that neither the submissive nor the dominant is more important than the other. Having said that, I wish to consider today the submissive woman (keep reminding yourselves, please, that I just don't know a single fact about the submissive man)in relation to the natural impulse to give of herself, much like the parent or the tree.

A submissive woman wants to please. She wishes to be at one with her man and she will do a great deal to achieve and maintain that happy state of affairs. Her dominant will ask of her that she obey him and she does so, regardless of whether or not she knows better. She accepts his leadership with confidence in his ability to lead but aware of the inevitable fact that he will err in his judgement, from time to time. Still, she follows, sometimes through the abyss, forgives him and follows him again. She does this, sometimes against her deepest instincts and inner voice that sings out to her that a mistake is in the making. Her instincts for recognizing a flawed plan are good but her instincts to submit to his will are even greater.

A submissive woman is a delicate creature: wanting to love and be loved with a burning intensity, willing to give of herself, time and time again. She is a good and noble woman. Like the tree, she is only unhappy if she has nothing left to give.

It is the role of the dominant man to direct the submissive woman and in so doing, he takes the best of her and revels in that gift. Wanting to give as she does, the possibility is always there that she give away herself: everything but 'the stump'. The wise dominant will ensure that she only gives away so much, for the submissive woman still requires her identity in the world; her branches and leaves. The submissive woman is complex. Sometimes, she needs the protection of the dominant; from her own desire to give too much.

What I learned

The saying goes that 'time flies when you are having fun' and I have had a great deal of fun with this blog. I have absolutely loved it and I continue to love it, every day. This post is a bit of a milepost for me. It is my 200th post and I haven't even come close to running out of things to say here. There is something about the number '200' that has me wanting to say something especially significant today. I've written a good many words here on the blog and perhaps today is a good day to reflect on what I have learned.

I've learned a great deal about me. I've learned that I have a deeply submissive nature and that I yearn for control. I've learned that in my most difficult moments, I don't want sympathy or being left to my own devices. I don't need space, or time, or distraction. I need my man. I need my man to come and physically control me. I need him to spank me, and very hard at that, and I need him to make use of my body any way that suits him. The moment I begin to feel that he is in control of me, I begin to feel my spirits lift and my little world gets put back on its axis. I need him more than I can possibly say, and I always have.

I've learned how to function best in my life. In order to deal with my husband's business ventures,the daily ups and downs, the ongoing phone calls, the high risk and the potential wins and losses, I need to withdraw from it. Whilst one ear is listening and supporting, the other ear is drowning out the message. I have found great comfort in a bit of a fantasy world where things always stay the same. I no longer worry about my inability to be comfortable in chaos and instead focus on all the other lovely things about life.

My husband understands me better now and he does his best to allow me that sense of stability and calm. He still talks to me about it all and I still listen but he gets a sense now of when I am overloaded with the detail. My job is to support him without letting that world infiltrate my little world. In my little world, the focus is on things more serene, more aesthetic and more fulfilling to the soul. Our union and our family operate at optimum level when this girl is very happy, light and breezy.

It is my inner life that guides and sustains me. I'm a girl whose spirit wants to be free to fly. I want to enjoy my life and react with and respond to that which is spiritual. I want and need to feel an inner peace and to be at one with the world. I do this by giving of myself. I give my love and my joyous and caring spirit to my husband, my children, my family and friends, and to you.

Wrongs are done in the world every day. People hurt and travesties of justice are done. This is the reality. I cannot sweep that away. I have no magic broom. But, what you will find here is something above and beyond the daily toil of life; burdens and responsibilities. What you will find here is the power of love, of positive spirit, of embracing your true selves and finding the magic in your day and in your life.

I live in a cage of my own choosing, and I love that cage so very, very much. In that cage, I am free to let my spirits soar. I don't ever want to leave. This is what I learned.