Bend for me

“Bend for me, bend to me”

The first time that Sir said this to me, it stopped me in my tracks.  This particular set of words wrapped themselves around my tender submissive heart like a bow and I felt changed.  These are the words I’d been waiting to hear for much of my adult life.

Sir and I’s power exchange dynamic continues to evolve.  Yesterday, we reminisced about the first time we conversed as Dom and sub (about 8 months ago) and he directed me to take down my pants and panties for him and sit on my bare bottom while we talked.  Since that time, our dynamic has grown in so many beautiful ways and our connection continues to be absolutely thrilling. 

One of the best parts about all of this for me…is being able to live with transparency.  Daddy and I talk about Sir and I’s dynamic often, and he is fully aware of my activities.  As Daddy continues to grow more comfortable with Sir’s presence in my life, he has offered his blessing in expanding the boundaries of Sir and I’s dynamic.  Recently, Daddy gave his permission for Sir and I to start talking on the phone.  In addition to Sir and I’s instant messaging conversation each morning, we now have an afternoon conversation on the phone almost every weekday.  It has been somewhat overwhelming getting to know Sir in this new and exciting way…learning his vocal mannerisms, hearing his voice, and…of course, having him discipline me.  I now feel the full brunt of his lectures as I am subject not only to his words, but to his tone and the sheer power in his voice.  And he can hear my reactions to the paddle or other implement of his choice…and he can hear my voice quake with tears and remorse during my spanking. 

Gifting my submission to Sir has been such a blessing in my life.  Sir holds me accountable, and he expects me to be productive, even on days when I’d rather not.  This pandemic has greatly changed my work life and I find myself still working from home for the foreseeable future.  While it would be easy to grow rather lazy with so much unstructured time, I find myself with a solid routine and pretty big expectations for my weekdays.  While Sir is incredibly fair and reasonable, he also doesn’t tolerate any nonsense on my part.  For example, Sir expects me to workout five days each week.  You will remember that I recently faced a near death experience with an underground nest of hornets (big exaggeration) and so of course Sir excused my workout the following day as I was covered in itchy welts.  However, he does not accept excuses like “I just don’t feel like it” or “I am tired”.  I must push myself to persevere OR face the consequences from him.  As he likes to say, “You will behave however you will behave, and I will respond accordingly.”

At the end of the last post where I discussed my dynamic with Sir, I offered a bit of a teaser, sharing that Daddy had recently consented to Sir incorporating anal plugs as part of my discipline.  This was very pleasing to Sir, and he will often direct me to insert a plug prior to our planned conversations.  Sir has shared that he feels strongly that the act of wearing a plug for him puts me into the submissive mindset that he desires…and he is right.  The act of retrieving a plug, applying lubricant to it and my naughtiest place in preparation, sends me spiraling into subspace.  During these times, I am softer…my mindset and will more yielding, my defenses all but gone.

I have learned so much about myself in my submission to Sir.  I am learning what it means to obey him, even when I have a strong mental pull to make a different decision.  I am learning greater self-discipline and to make better choices for myself with regard to health and wellness.  I am learning to be more consistent with my intentions and in my actions in my daily life. 

And most of all… I am learning to bend for him, and to him.

XOXO,

nora