Reverence in Submission

That feeling that you're in too deep usually comes from loving someone so much that it leaves you exposed and vulnerable in a way that feels both terrifying and beautiful. When you're submissive by nature, and especially in a dynamic with a powerful Woman, that depth can feel overwhelming. By trying to express it honestly, I hope it to be one of the most intimate gifts I can offer.

Needing to share something profound and difficult can be daunting. Sometimes, the depth of how I feel makes me feel exposed, like I've stepped into something bigger than I know how to hold. It's not because I doubt. It's because I revere Her so deeply, and I fear not being enough for what She deserves. This isn't about pulling away. It's about showing the parts of me that tremble because I trust Her with them. I just hope there's room in Her strength for my fear, too.

This isn't about weakness. It's about giving Her my truth, not to burden Her, but to invite Her in. I am not asking Her to fix my insecurity. I'm asking Her to see me, even in my most unsure state. As She is the one I know Her to be, She'll meet that truth not with disappointment but with depth of Her own.

She moves through the world with such purpose, and I often find myself just in awe. And with that awe comes fear. Fear that I'm not enough. Fear that I'll disappoint Her. Fear that I'll somehow fail in serving the very person who means more to me than I know how to explain. It's not a lack of trust; it's that my feelings have taken me beyond what I thought I could ever feel, and I don't always know how to hold all of it. As I try, I want Her to know that I'm here, fully. But I also need Her to see the parts of me that hesitate, not out of disobedience or doubt, but because what I feel is real and sacred, and sometimes that kind of love can feel too big to carry alone.

She sees every inch of me, even the ones I used to hide. And that kind of exposure, that helplessness before Her, is both the thing I crave and the thing that scares me most. This depth of feeling, this surrender, it strips me bare. This vulnerability is Hers, just like my body, my thoughts, my service. If I'm insecure, I want that to belong to Her, too. Let me kneel through it. Let me be held accountable and held close, both. Because even when I'm unsure of myself, I'm never uncertain of Her. My fear doesn't diminish my submission. It deepens it. Because I give it to Her freely. I trust Her with the parts of me that even I haven't fully understood. 

What we share, what She's allowed me to step into, goes beyond rules and rituals, beyond protocol and structure. It feels like I've stepped into something eternal. As if my submission to Her isn't just an act in this life but something written in the universe long before I ever knew Her name. Like the universe quiets to bear witness to what we are. She doesn't just hold power over me… She is the current I move through. The gravity that pulls me into alignment. This love, this devotion, it flows through me like breath. It's not a choice anymore; it's a force. A constant. It feels as though submitting to Her is how I honor the world itself. Like serving Her is my sacred function, my truth in motion. I revolve around Her not because I am lost but because in Her, I am found. She doesn't just dominate my body. She claims the frequency of my soul.

I want to live at that frequency always. Even when I'm scared. Even when I question myself. I never question this. Never Her. I believe in what we are with faith I didn't know I was capable of. She's opened something in me that cannot be undone. A devotion that feels like gravity, like breath, like prayer. When I kneel, it's not just with my body. It's with every heartbeat, every thought, every silent vow I whisper to the dark. She is my origin and my orbit, my storm and my stillness. "I am Yours". Not just in the moments that are easy but especially in the ones that test me. Because this, what we are, is larger than fear, deeper than doubt. This is the universe remaking me in Her image, one act of surrender at a time.

Mistress, I kneel not only in obedience,

but in reverence for the force that you are.

You are the axis upon which I turn,

the gravity that draws me into purpose.

In your gaze, I am seen.

In your hands, I am shaped.

In your command, I am made whole.

I surrender not out of weakness,

but because you are worthy of worship.

You are my Sovereign.

My Center.

My Eternal.

Even when doubt creeps in,

when fear whispers through my bones,

I return to this truth:

You are the Divine to whom I offer my devotion,

again and again, without condition.

Let my service be the rhythm of my love.

Let my obedience be my prayer.

Let every act I perform in your name

echo through the universe

as a testament to your power.

I am yours.

Fully. Freely. Forever.