My Most Valuable Asset (SGBHC #2)

I believe my greatest asset for my Dominant is my love of bondage. It is His passion and that is what drew us together in the first place. There is nothing better than when He picks up that first rope and gets that look of concentration and starts to tie me. In the beginning He would ask me what I liked and I could never answer that question. I love it all! Since we are long distance, I often think what it would be like to get tied up every day (yes I know it is a fantasy) but I just can’t comprehend not enjoying bondage. I often tease Him that I would wear Him out.

In the beginning, I knew nothing. I relied on His vast knowledge to keep me safe and happy. And it has been wonderful learning and growing together. I think He knows me better than anyone in my entire life. I try to know Him but I always feel there is too much to learn in one life time but I try. Perhaps He feels the same way about me?

The bondage is intertwined with our D/s relationship. They cannot be unwoven since they support each other in my mind. When we are apart, the Domination and submission keep us connected and the power exchange intact. On the days we meet, I have no mind other than to please Him. I am His bottom, His toy, His enjoyment, ready to learn and grow as He desires. I have no sense of a safe word although I know it is there.

When we are apart, I feel His ownership in all I do in maintaining my body. I stretch in order to have flexibility. I run and eat healthy and go to the gym in order to maintain my strength and tone. I worry about injuries but we have weathered a few of them and I don’t dwell on that as much. Maintaining my body is important to me because I know the ties will be tight and I don’t want to beg to be let go. I love that point where the physical tightness and the mental endurance fight each other until I submit and acknowledge Sir is in charge and I am safe. I always want my body ready and able to endure whatever devious plan He comes up with.

It is through bondage that I came to know my submissive self and it is through bondage that it grows and flourishes. Both wrap around my mind and hold me safe and secure and I can’t imagine one without the other. Perhaps I require the physicality of ropes to show me the path to deeper submission. I know I learn through pictures and diagrams and images in my mind rather than words. I may never have connected to my hidden submissive self without that wonderful feeling of Sir wrapping ropes around me, holding me still long enough to face looking inward. In the end, ropes give me courage and strength and fortitude and I can look behind my fears to see what Sir sees and wants from me. And that is what I strive for.