As I go about my day, I often find myself lost in thought, pondering the unspoken desires that lie beneath the surface of my submissive nature. My husband may think he knows me, but the truth is, even I don’t fully understand the depths of my own desires. It’s a delicate balance, one that requires a level of trust and surrender that few people truly comprehend. And yet, it’s this very surrender that brings me the most pleasure, the most satisfaction. It’s a feeling that’s hard to put into words, but it’s one that I crave, one that I need to feel complete.
Sometimes, I’ll be in the middle of cooking dinner, and my mind will wander to the things my husband does to me in the bedroom. The way he takes control, the way he makes me submit to his every whim. It’s a rush, a feeling that’s hard to describe, but it’s one that I’ve grown to love. And it’s not just the physical act itself, it’s the emotional submission that comes with it. The feeling of being owned, of being mine, it’s a feeling that’s hard to put into words, but it’s one that I crave.
But what people don’t understand, what they can’t see, is the depth of my desire for submission. It’s not just a physical act, it’s a mental and emotional one as well. It’s a desire to be taken, to be used, to be broken. And it’s a desire that I’m not ashamed of, a desire that I’m proud of. Because in the end, it’s this desire that makes me who I am, that makes me the submissive wife that I am today.
>Soulkyn