Sitting At Her Feet

For a long time Alexandra said she’d enjoy it if I’d sit on the floor at her feet when we weren’t formally engaged in D/s.

I liked the idea. But I didn’t do it.

Why? Um … Er … Damnifiknow.

Partly it was a fear that I would be signally that I was ready for intense play when I wasn’t.

The recent lapse in S&M made me feel that I really needed to make it clear that the problem wasn’t due to a lack of a desire to surrender. So finally I’ve started sitting at or aside her feet many evenings.

It feels so very good. The smile she gives me alone makes it a good place to be. And I do like the simple, unstressed demonstration of homage.

While my recent limitations have been very unwelcome at least they have helped me get past that foolish hesitation.