Soul Submissive

"I'm drawn to you in so many ways. When you hold me and I kiss you, kiss your breasts, your arms, and smell your skin, I feel this energy flow from me, into you and back through me. I don't know how else to describe it but energy, and it just makes my cock hard, as if my cock responds to your energy, your will."

S is certain it is more than just sexual energy he feels with me, responding with a stiffened cock each time I grasp him tightly and release my energy into him. It is something primal, perhaps even esoteric and spiritual that draws us together. This feeling is reciprocated in my body. I realize my orgasms flow through me, from a source outside of my body, through the top of my head, down through me, into him through our connected groins, and then shoots back through me and up out of my body. When this first happened, I was overwhelmed with excitement, as I felt a vibration that I'd never known. Now it happens so often, I forget to be amazed.

Recently I've been studying about metaphysics to find some answers. The topic of chakras came about so I did some reading about the root chakra, with was suggested by a friend of mine. . .

The Root Chakra links us to the physical world, solidity and support - especially to the physical body. It is the foundation of energy. The Base or Root Chakra manifests strongly in the motivation to ensure personal survival by way of food, rest, and sexual expression. Spiritually, the base chakra has to do with protection of individual integrity. It is an energy center that provides a solid ground from which to establish our equilibrium in order to ascend to higher awareness.

Absolutely convinced that what I feel is very real, I'm willing to explore this information further. What I know is that what I feel with S is beyond my understanding of my lifetime. It exceeds anything I've every known. I feel certain I was destined to be with him, and as a born leader, I was destined to be his Domme. I love my life now, even with the ebb and flow, ups and downs. To live any other way would not be living. I am ready to grow to a new level, accept a new understanding, and see where this road leads. If life is this wonderful now, whatever lies ahead must be Nirvana.

"Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren't." -- Margaret Thatcher

But to be both, that is electric! S doesn't need to hear that I'm in charge, he needs to feel it. I don't need to tell him I'm a lady, he already knows it. These are the two things that drew him to me in the beginning and the very things that keep him enthralled.

We are visiting his father and stepmother this week for his father's birthday. Most likely, this will be his father's last birthday, as his cancer is progressing at an alarming rate. Having just reunited with his father after a long estrangement, S is struggling, doing his best to break through all of his lifelong fears and rebuild the bridge. My purpose is to be his support and hold him tight, reminding him that my strength is here for him.

S's father is a gentle, kind, funny and sweet man, so much like S that it amazes me. His wife, who he's very much in love with, is a fiery, energetic, enthusiastic woman who seems to always have a mission and a purpose. His Dad often says to me that I remind him of his wife, with all of her enthusiasm. It is apparent to me that he finds himself attracted to me, not sexually, but just like a moth to a flame. I'm not sure he even knows why, but I assume all strong women with hot tempers excite him.

Power is intoxicating, not just for the person with the power, but for those who are in the presence of it. Women of power are thrilling, feeding everyone around them with energy and light. For a submissive male, the only thing more brilliant than a powerful woman is a powerful lady. All that strength wrapped up in silk and lace, gracing the dance floor in 6-inch heels, whispering dirty jokes, leaving nothing behind but her scent, a smile and a lingering fantasy, well now that is true power.

When he walked into the coffee shop for the first time, I felt his electricity. Within 5 minutes of meeting him, after exchanging very few emails over a 2 1/2 year period, I confessed my attraction for him. This would have been fine except for three important points.
1. I was married.
2. He was married.
3. This was a meeting to discuss employment, not anything personal.
Yet I found myself compelled to sit as close as I could get and feel his electricity. S is very quiet, as most everyone who has met him will attest to. He thinks about everything that is said, and evaluates it, before responding. On this day of our first meeting I hung on his every word as if I were hanging on a cliff about to plunge to my death.
I am a writer. I wanted to expand my experience base in writing, so in 2008 I approached a local blogger via email to ask if I could blog on his site about our very small city. A short, succinct email was my reply, outlining very little. Writing for the blog for a year, I received no response. After the one year period, I emailed S again asking if he was pleased with my work. He simply replied yes, and thanks. I wrote another year on just that praise.
The pattern was set before I laid eyes upon him, and before he laid hands upon me.