Softening

Recently I had the opportunity to be a silent observer of a private moment  between a DaddyDom and His girl.

It was a moment in which they were totally focused on each other and unaware of anyone or anything around them.

I don’t think they could know the beauty of the exchange from the outside looking in.

This is how it went:

she (upset and clearly feeling insecure):


He: Soften to me, sweetheart.

she: Yes Daddy

Just that.
How simple….soften to Me….Yes Daddy.

No punishments or talks about sassy behaviour.  
Not a reprimand or smack across the ass.
No continued sassiness.
No more insecurity.
No.
He honed in on the root of the problem immediately and addressed it with a firm, sure hand.

Insecurity makes us unable to be soft towards each other, irrespective of on which side of the slash we are standing.
Hurtful words within a relationship are a result of a hardening of heart.

However, there is something more that caught my attention.

What is submission within the context of a love relationship if it isn’t a softening of the heart… an honest showing of our vulnerability and openness?
How can we submit, truly submit, when our hearts aren’t softened?

We can ‘fake it and hope we make it’ but that deep space that I’ve glimpsed and held on for an all too short while, will remain elusive.
The secret for a deeply satisfying and lasting dynamic between Dominant and submissive, I believe, starts and is maintained right here:

Soften to Me , sweetheart.
Yes Daddy.

Loss…Lost…Losing

As I prepare to travel to attend my granny’s funeral, I feel again the loss of Him so acutely today.

I don’t know how I will stand at her grave  and mourn her passing, and not also mourn Him. I am not one to show my tears to others… How will I contain what is in my heart?

I realised today… it is not the feelings of loss… the emotions of loss that I find difficult to manage at times… it is the reality of an empty chair and a silent voice.