Just the other day, I and my husband went to have lunch at a nearby restaurant. As always, he ordered our food. I love this about him, I love how he takes control of every situation, how he makes decisions and I don’t have to beat my head around things. I suspected a woman sitting near us smirk when my husband ordered our food but I didn’t make anything out of it, a lot of people were dining that day and it could have been for anyone.
I happened to spill some salad dressing over my dress and went to the bathroom to clean it up. This woman followed me to the bathroom and said that it was because of women like me, that men think they can get away with anything. That I didn’t know how to speak up for myself and it is because of women like me that the world is a bad place to live in today, that women like me fail to raise children sensibly. She said that I don’t have what it takes to stand up for my rights and that I let my man do whatever the hell he wants. She called me a coward and left.
It wasn’t the first time that I received criticism from people around me, for living my life the way I do, but this time I was left particularly heartbroken. I and my husband have recently been through some really rough time and this night was supposed to be our escape from it all. I had never felt so helpless. I feel the need to speak out or I might just burst into a million pieces. *Continue reading to next page*
I am a submissive by nature, not by choice. This doesn’t mean that I have low self-esteem and moral character. You and only you are entitled to the way you want to live your life. I have been a submissive since I was a child. I loved to please my parents and I loved being miss goody two shoes. This didn’t mean that I wasn’t a rebel in my own sense of things. I love being controlled and being told what to do. Submission comes as naturally to me as breathing comes to everybody else.
I literally have anxiety attacks, if I have to take decisions. Assertive is not the way I was born, and dominant is not something I aspire to be. В People need to understand that every relationship has a partner who is dominant and a partner who is submissive. Sometimes, it’s the guy and sometimes it’s the girl. Very rarely will you come across people who live as equals. People need to understand that submission and dominance are not just terms used to define sexual preferences. They are the way one is born, I was born a submissive. No matter how much you disagree with me, I absolutely have no control over the fact that I am a submissive.
Do not take me wrong, I don’t allow everyone to access control over me. Submission is a very intimate bond that I share with people who I trust with my life. Most of them are people I have known since I was a child, I love and care for them. I know that whatever decision they take for me would be in my best interest.
I love it when my husband tells me what to do and what to wear and I am really attracted to the fact that he controls the burst of energy in me. I literally get goose bumps when he accesses control over me. I think telling me how to live my life his way is the sexiest thing he can do. I can proudly say that he has never taken a decision that has brought harm to me in any way. I think it is a man’s world out their and he definitely has better understanding of it than I do. This doesn’t mean that I don’t stand up for my rights, because I do and I speak up for my self, I can discuss my feelings with him for hours and he will always listen. He respects me very much and I have never had to tell him anything twice.В *Continue reading to next page*
I am the kind of woman who likes to give. I would happily put my preferences aside to please him, and I feel very good about it. It makes me a better person; it makes me feel good about myself. In my early teens, I knew something was missing, no matter how hard I tried, I always seemed to be unsatisfied with life. I was kind to people around me, an excellent lover, I prayed regularly and I was a good student. There still was this huge hollow space within me and nothing seemed to fill it out. It was in my late teens that I finally discovered myself. I finally knew what was wrong. I was lost for so long but now I know my true identity.
Studies show that women with blue eyes are born to be more dominant as compared to other women. Blue eyes are a genetic mutation and maybe that’s just it, my genes have caused me to be submissive in nature. I don’t have a damaged childhood, I was loved and cared for and I have wonderful memories of it all. My parents have loved one another very much, as far as I can remember. I was never bullied. Unfortunately, I did go through a phase of depression but submission brought me out of it. Yes, submission brought me out of depression, you can never be happy if you try to be someone you are not.
It makes me feel complete and I have never been more confident in life. I am no less of a human for living my life the way I want to. Yes, I love adhering to all his desires. That doesn’t mean bad things will come out of our bond. My children will be taught the difference between right and wrong and they too will be allowed to live their lives the way they please. To me, my love for him is sacred. I am not demeaning myself, the way we love each other gives my life meaning. I am not putting aside my preferences to please him because I am obliged by some contract of mutual understanding. I am doing so because it makes me feel complete. It gives me an adrenaline rush. It makes my relationship stronger with him. I have never felt so comfortable to be in my skin as I feel around him.
I am this complete person with a strong aura of happiness around me, when I am with him I think I have the ability to turn the world around. It’s so weird; whatever he wants for me is exactly what I want for my self. I have never faced contradiction in this account. My life is not meaningless even though it revolves around one man, I have family and friends. I have a wonderful job and I couldn’t have asked for more.
Do not feel pity for me, do not feel sorry, and do not tell me that I have issues because I don’t. The only time I do have issues is when I am treated indifferently by people.
I am complete and content in the most divine way! There is no one I’d rather be than who I am today and I am very proud of my self!
Editor’s Note
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I think submission to a man defines the character of a woman