I woke early and while listening to the coffee brew in an otherwise silent house I checked out Facebook.

Don’t judge.

Amongst the now-only slew of minions, recipes, political opinions with increasing frequency, and pets-plus-kids (hey, guilty) I came across an inspirational meme about parenting:

“What if the greatest thing you accomplish isn’t something you do, but somebody you raise.”

Gotta be honest, I gave it points for making me reflect on my parenting choices.

Yet I scrolled on and the question kept coming back to me only in different form. I began to reflect on my submission and service and tangled it up in this question re-formed. It became:

“What if the greatest thing you accomplish isn’t something you do, but the Partner you back?

Well, I think that’s an incredible thing.

I am my Dominant’s greatest cheerleader. I am his rock when he wavers, his secretary to remind him of his schedule, his editor in type, his dictionary, his marketing guru, his accountant, his personal shopper. I am anything and anybody he needs me to be at the moment. It’s an exhausting job, a full time one like his.

At the end of the day though, I’m gonna stand outside of the limelight and watch that man shine. I want to help him become the best man he could ever dream of becoming. I want to handle the details while he controls the big picture. I want to back his decisions and encourage him to think critically.

How many mountains can we move together if I cheer you on while you push?

More than alone.

Maybe building up this Man, this Master, can be the greatest thing I ever do. Because in helping him fulfill his dreams, I am living mine.

Kind Regards,
Mrs. Darling

I awoke in the middle of the night with a cry in my throat and tried my best to wash away the cobwebs living between my nightmare and the safety of reality. It was a bad dream, as simple and silly as it sounds in the light of day coming from an adult but there it is.

Master pulled me into him and asked me what was wrong and his words and actions took away the fear and I realized that that is what the best parts in my life are about.

I know that I can maneuver through the world as a strong, independent woman who could answer to nobody. I’m a smart girl, capable and willing to work hard and even “lead the troops” when needed. I can handle shit and my Sir expects that of me.

But at four AM when my subconscious is playing tricks on me and vividly playing out terrible fantasy worlds of life and loss, well, I don’t wanna be big or strong or independent.

So as I gasped us both awake (albeit briefly) and I felt sad and small: he tucked me into him. Every piece of his skin laid against mine, his strong legs eclipsing mine, weighting me down, protecting me. His comforting murmurs were the lullaby I needed to risk closing my eyes and sleeping again.

I knew in that brief awakening my most valued part of being owned. I am protected, living under this strong man’s wing, day and night. When I don’t need it (though sincerely want it) but also when I do need it. I felt his breath slowing back down upon the back of my neck, his weight a comfort, and realized that this is pretty much everything.

Kind Regards,
Mrs. Darling