#satisfaction

vvahlee:

Satisfied Saturday (17)

Whoever is taking care of him back there is visibly doing a great job…

Previously satisfied

vvahlee:

Satisfied Saturday (19)

Whoever is taking care of him down there is visibly doing a great job…

Previously satisfied

vvahlee:

Satisfied Saturday (18)

Whoever is taking care of him down there is visibly doing a great job…

Previously satisfied

I waited patiently for the Lord; and He inclined to me, and heard my cry. —Psalm 40:1

With so many instantaneous forms of communication today, our impatience with hearing a reply from others is sometimes laughable. Someone I know sent an e-mail to his wife and then called her by cell phone because he couldn’t wait for a reply!

Sometimes we feel that God has let us down because He does not provide an immediate answer to a prayer. Often our attitude becomes, “Answer me speedily, O Lord; my spirit fails!” (Ps. 143:7).

But waiting for the Lord can transform us into a people of growing faith. King David spent many years waiting to be crowned king and fleeing from Saul’s wrath. David wrote, “Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and He shall strengthen your heart” (Ps. 27:14). And in another psalm he encourages us with these words, “I waited patiently for the Lord; and He inclined to me, and heard my cry. He . . . set my feet upon a rock, and established my steps” (40:1-2). David grew into “a man after [God’s] own heart” by waiting on the Lord (Acts 13:22; see 1 Sam. 13:14).

When we become frustrated with God’s apparent delay in answering our prayer, it is good to remember that He is interested in developing faith and perseverance in our character (James 1:2-4). Wait on the Lord!

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When a sense of dissatisfaction persists, that means it was placed there by God for one reason only: you need to change everything and move forward.-Aleph book by Paulo Coehlo

liefst:

Touch me and see what happens. Engraved kitchen knives, 2022. instagram

The upturned swell of a woman’s bottom is a like a heady drug; more so when it’s upturned towards you,an offering for you to indulge in. 

The slightly tilted chin, the exposed neck, the thrust chest, the open mind. Each of them a gift, in the right context. Each of them at my mercy, to be enjoyed thoroughly. 

That’s a list I’d like to have written on a card. Something wallet sized, preferably, so that I can pull it out and hand it into whatever adorably feminine hands belong to whomever asks me the following question.

“I understand the appeal of submission. The vulnerability of it, the release, being able to let go and allow another control. It must be very cathartic. 

But what do you get out of it? What’s the reward for Dominance? The appeal?”

Which is a very flowery way of introducing today’s topic. What do I get out of it? What’s my game, in other words, when I decide to push a girl over my knee and divulge her of her knickers?

I think it’s worth exploring because, when I was asked this a few days ago, I didn’t have an immediate answer. Nothing popped into my head, something I could just point to with a smile and say “But of course, it’s this.” Instead, I had to scratch my head, come up with some half answer that didn’t really suffice, and rather spend the next few days thinking about it.

I’m not sure I’m entirely happy with the answer I’ve come to, but it makes far more sense to me than some lacklustre ‘I enjoy the control’. There’s also probably a pretty clichéd and unfortunately Yin/Yang neatness to it all that seems far too neat, far too tidy. And D/s really isn’t known for being particularly tidy, in my experience.

A lot of submissives seem to decide that a big reason for their submission is that need it. That they require someone that they can please and serve, and that can exact a particular kind of control over them. The flip side of that, and the answer that I think I’ve come to, is that a Dominant needs to be needed. It’s a perverse inversion, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense to me.

Of course I’m not the first one to come to this conclusion, but I would like to go into a little more detail. It’s not that I want someone to need me in every single way. On the contrary, I’d rather that the person I was with was a very independent woman, both financially and individually. The idea of having a submissive housewife is almost unsettling to me, as I’m fairly sure someone with no outside stimulation beyond media and my own conversation (as good as it is), would struggle to remain interesting, or even interested.

Instead, D/s allows a frame for a particular kind of need. It almost compartmentalises it, so that you can need andbe needed (depending on your inclination) without that having a drastic effect on your life outside of D/s. And while some people may choose not to have a life outside of D/s, that in itself is a choice they have the freedom to make. It’s a way of moderating need, while at the same time achieving a wonderful form of sexual release. 

In a way, this could be seen to downplay the role of D/s, just have it as a coping mechanism for some itchy neurosis that you need scratched. And maybe that’s what it is, but I don’t think that really detracts from the power of it, or its importance in the lives of those who are invested in it. 

I’m starting to ramble. The crux of it is this: I enjoy being a Dominant, and having control over others, because they want me to have that control. Being able to cater to that want, that need, and fulfil it, having the power to fulfil it, is incredibly rewarding to me. Of course there are specific kinks that I enjoy, and a certain style of Dominance that I practice, but at the fundamental base of it all, it’s that fulfilment that I crave, on both sides. 

C