Reminder to myself
She chose me.
I am lucky enough to have something spectacular. An all in one. What’s an all in one? A relationship that ministers to every facet of my soul. Something I have wanted and needed my whole life.
She’s everything to me. Submissive. Little. Lover. Best friend. Bucket of trouble. Mischievous imp. Sex goddess. Personal slut. Imaginative delight. Lifetime project.
I transmit. She receives. Our frequencies are the same. Always.
Are we perfect? Nope. We’re fucked up. Both of us. In manifold ways. We fall apart like old cars. At that worst possible times. When that happens though, she fixes me. I fix her. We get back in and continue the trip.
Life without her would not be as rich. And so, I’m writing this reminder to myself. Perhaps a few of you dominants/masters/bad ass power tops will read these words and remind yourself of this important fact:
They choose you.
She chose me. To hold her hand. To discipline her. To be a guide in the dark. She picked me. To whisper secrets in her ear. To laugh with. To be her snuggle partner. She gave everything up for me. All of it. Handed me her hopes. Endowed me with her body. Stepped into my dreams and invited me into hers.
She chose me. Every morning, when she wakes up, she has to decide whether or not to choose me again. She can take it away at any time. I’m writing this reminder to myself because I don’t want to be casual about her. Ever.
Being chosen is an awesome responsibility.
They choose you. It’s not the other way around. Remember that when you introduce yourself to her. Remember that before you throw demands around casually. Remember that before you ask for something she can’t give you. Remember that before you break your toy.
A reminder to myself.
I saw this by MisterTimebomb and think the same of my wonderful wife
