10 Reasons Iâm a Submissive
1. Because his pleasure is my pleasure.
There are lots of things in life that bring me pleasure. A perfectly roasted chicken. Unicorns. Glitter. Tootsie rolls. Fairy lights. Getting an A+. A really good action movie with lots of explosions and guns and violence and goofiness. Debating ridiculous philosophical and political and other stuff with my best friends. Traveling. Getting the perfect messy bun. Literally, the list goes on and on and on.
But nothing brings me pleasure the way that his pleasure does, the way my Domâs pleasure does. And Iâm not just talking about sexual pleasure â Iâm talking about all kinds of pleasure. Sucking his cock and taking it all the way down my throat over and over until he feeds me his cum and tells me what a good girl I am for him and getting to revel in the fact that Iâve given him such pleasure that he couldnât help but cum brings me such tremendous pleasure. But you know what else brings me pleasure? Knowing how pleased he is when I serve him his favorite dinner. Knowing how much it pleases him when I fold his t-shirts the right way. Knowing how much he loves and gets pleasure out of watching me sing along (badly) to my bubblegum pop playlist while I wash the kitchen counters. Watching his face light up when I meet him with a drink and a smile when he gets home from work. Kneeling at his feet and leaning against his leg so he can pet my hair while he reads or watches TV and giving him the comfort of knowing Iâm there, knowing I kneel for him, knowing I serve him, knowing I love him, knowing that Iâm his with that very simple act.
And when itâs sexual? The way he chuckles when Iâm tied to his bed and writhing beneath his touch and whimpering and begging for release? It makes me smile inside. The way it turns him on to deny me? It makes me even wetter. The sick and twisted joy he gets out of ruining an orgasm or denying me one? It makes my girl parts tingle and makes me beg even harder. If he didnât get pleasure out of the things he did to me? It wouldnât be the same. I get turned on because of his dirty words and his talented fingers and the way he fucks me until I canât think straight, sure â but, even more, I get turned on by knowing how much pleasure he gets out of watching me whimper and moan and beg and cry and do what Iâm told.
Itâs all kinds of pleasure. Any pleasure I give him, any way I please him, any way I make his day better or make him happy or make things just a little bit easier for him brings me pleasure. It pleases me to make him feel good. It makes me happy to know that Iâve made him happy. It makes me feel whole and safe and happy and good to bring him pleasure. It lights me up inside. Thatâs why I serve him â because pleasing him is what makes me the happiest I can be.
2. Because I crave structure and I crave it from him.
I am a person who craves structure. No, I donât just crave it â I need it. I do better with rules and limits and a schedule in place.
But hereâs the thing â I donât do well with following the rules and limits and schedule when itâs wholly self-imposed. I can create a structure to follow when I have something to answer to (for example: a job). But when I am wholly left on my own I struggle to maintain that balance and those limits and that structure. I do well with picking one thing to focus on and setting up the structure for that (for example: gym and diet) â but when it comes to creating a structure for my overall life I get overwhelmed and tend to withdraw to a day of procrastinating and ignoring the schedule that Iâve tried to put in place for myself.
I am a person who does better when I know someone else has expectations of me. I have such passion and talent and drive â but I struggle with figuring out where to channel all of that without having something to work toward. And my brain works at such a speed and in such a way that instead of being able to focus in on a few options or possibilities I just see all of the options and end up in a never-ending loop of everything I could do and not knowing which to pick. So having someone to help me wade through that, help me set in place the limits and parameters and structure to figure out how to focus that drive and passion and talent⌠It makes it easier for me to know how to order my day, for me to plan what to get done when, for me to accomplish things and go to bed feeling like Iâve been productive.
So I crave someone who is willing to take on the very heavy responsibility of helping me create a structure for my life and then holding me accountable when it comes to sticking to it.Â
3. Because I donât always do whatâs best for me and when that happens I need someone I can trust to point that out to me.
Itâs true. I have a habit of spiraling and, when I do, sometimes I can recognize it and set myself back on track and pull myself out of the hole. But sometimes I make a bad decision. And then I make another. And before I know it Iâve set myself on the path to a cycle of self-destructive behavior.
And then that happens, I need someone who can gently but firmly sit me down and talk me through it and help me set myself back on the right track. I want him to help me set limits. To help me set-up the rules. To, once again, help me create that structure - or alter the structure thatâs already in place.
I need him to be my voice of guidance when I canât guide myself. I want to know that he has my back. And I want to know that heâll put limits in place for me when I canât do it for myself.Â
4. I need someone to hold me accountable.Â
I am a people pleaser. I like to please people. And, true, if my mental health struggles and therapy have taught me anything itâs that you canât live your life entirely focused on pleasing everyone around you. But having a set person in my life who has agreed to be in a relationship with me where he holds me accountable and gives me rules and structure and sets expectations for what he wants from and requires of me gives me a way to feed that people-pleasing need without going overboard and feeding my anxiety.
But itâs more than just feeding that people-pleasing need. Itâs about being held accountable. Itâs about knowing that if I say Iâm going to do something or if he asks me to do something or if he sets me a task or a rule or what have you â that heâs then going to follow-up to ensure that itâs done and, if itâs not, that there are going to be consequences and those consequences are going to come from him.
Itâs part of the structure that I need. And I donât want to put this on someone who doesnât want to provide that kind of structure or who doesnât want to take on that responsibility â Iâm looking for someone who gets a sense of fulfillment out of taking on that role. Who enjoys providing me structure, who enjoys holding me accountable, who enjoys leading me. Because knowing that he enjoys that helps me feel pleasure, helps me feel calm, helps me feel at peace.
I need to be held accountable. I need to know that there will be consequences for my actions. And I need to know that that accountability and those consequences will come from the person that I respect and trust most.
5. Because I want a relationship thatâs a give and take.
So much of what you see on tumblr has to do with the Dom being responsible and taking on all the control and having to set in place all the rules, limits, and boundaries, and having to be responsible for the welfare of their sub and on and on and onâŚ
But thatâs not a real D/s relationship. At least not to me.
A real D/s relationship is about a give and take. Both (or all) parties take on responsibility. Both parties are responsible for watching out for the other, for caring for the other, for protecting and respecting and loving the other. Both parties are agreeing to act like adults, to handle disagreements with maturity and within the parameters set-up, to respect the limits and boundaries and rules put in place.Â
Your Dom takes care of you, yes. Your Dom agrees to hold you accountable. Your Dom agrees to lead you and pleasure you and take on responsibility for providing for your needs. But you take care of your Dom as well. I am responsible for watching out for him, for making sure heâs happy, for ensuring that heâs reaching his full potential and that Iâm helping him in whatever way I can. I am responsible for talking to him, for telling him what I think and how I feel and for making sure that I share my problems and worries and issues with him. I am responsible for remembering that he canât read my mind. I am responsible for asking him if heâs okay. I am responsible for listening when he needs to share his problems and worries and issues with me. I am responsible for taking care of him. I am responsible for loving him and respecting him and being the best I can be for him.
Because when he agrees to take on the responsibility of being my Dom â I, at the same time, am agreeing to take on the responsibility of being his sub. Because the responsibility of a D/s relationship doesnât belong to just one party â itâs shared between both of us. Itâs a partnership, a team, a unit. Itâs a power exchange. An exchange. Which means thereâs give and take. And I want that. I want to give my partner as much as he allows me to take from him. Because thatâs the only way that both of us can remain healthy and whole.
6. Serving gives me pleasure.
Serving him gives me pleasure. Making a home not just with him but for him. Making it pretty, making it pleasing, making it a warm and happy place to come back to every night. Making him dinner. Doing his laundry (but not the ironing!). Making sure his shirts are all hung-up in the proper place when they come home from the dry-cleaner. Bringing him his favorite drink at the end of a long day. Washing him in the shower. Worshipping his cock. Keeping our home clean. Making sure I pick up his favorite snacks at the grocery store. Making sure he remembers to grab a water before he leaves the house for the gym. Serving him in so many ways.
Doing the little things (and the big ones!) that makes his life happier and calmer and altogether just a little bit easier â that makes me happy. Knowing that Iâm helping him and making it easier for him to go through his day makes me feel complete.
And I know a lot of people will read this and ask what heâs doing to make my life easier and happier and calmer â and the answer is this: heâs doing so much. Heâs holding me accountable. Heâs providing my structure. Heâs giving me a healthy and safe outlet for fulfilling my needs to please people and to serve. He loves me. He helps me make sure that I take care of myself â and takes care of me when I canât do it. He gives me just as much as I give him. In his way, he serves me too. Itâs a different kind of service than I give him. But itâs still service. Like I said, itâs a give and take.
7. Because kneeling for him brings me tremendous peace.
I suppose this could fall under service but itâs such a distinctive act that brings such tremendous fulfillment and peace that I felt like it deserved its own number.
It really is that simple: kneeling for him brings me peace. Kneeling for him makes me feel safe. Kneeling for him is fulfilling. Kneeling for him is a privilege. Kneeling for him is calming and pleasing and a position of both pride and complete and utter joy.
I love kneeling at his feet. I love kneeling in front of him. I love kneeling in the center of the room so he can watch me. I love kneeling simply because itâs where he wants me to be. Itâs like meditation and prayer and supplication all rolled into one. I enjoy taking a position of worship on my knees. I enjoy worshiping him. I enjoy bestowing that honor on him time and time again. And I feel so tremendously lucky every time he allows me the privilege of kneeling at his feet.Â
It makes me feel safe, it makes me feel whole, and it makes me feel lucky to take my position at his feet. Because it is a physical, positional reminder of who owns me and it gives me the time to reflect on exactly why I picked him.
8. Because I donât want to be in charge.
It really is that simple. I donât want to be in charge. I am in charge of so much in my day-to-day life. I take on so much responsibility. I care for my friends, I care for my family, I feed the people I care about, I have tremendous responsibility in work, I am responsible for teaching new hires, I am responsible for providing advice on this blog (and yes, I am aware that is a self-imposed responsibility). And thereâs more â so, so much more.
And when Iâm done with that I donât want to make decisions. I donât want to have to make the rules. I donât want to have to be responsible for what happens next. I want to be told what to do. I want to be told what is expected. I want to be told how to please someone and how to do it right. I want to submit myself to someone elseâs control. I want to hand myself over to him and his decisions and his direction. I want that peace. I want that safety. And I want to end each day with that sense of fulfillment.
9. Sexually, I find far more pleasure in cumming for him than I do in cumming for myself.
Orgasms are great. I love orgasms. I really fucking love to cum.
But cumming for myself just doesnât give me the overwhelming sense of pleasure (emotionally, mentally, physically, sexually) as cumming for him does. When he tells me how to get there, when he tells me what to say, when he makes me beg and cry and whimper and scream and tell him all of my darkest, dirtiest, most depraved fantasies while I try my hardest not to cum without permission⌠When he makes me wait for it, makes me edge over and over and over, making me hold off⌠When he finally tells me to cum. When he finally gives me permission. When he finally tells me to let go⌠Itâs unlike any other feeling. Because I know I have earned that orgasm. Because I know heâs allowing me to have that orgasm because Iâve pleased him so much that Iâve earned the gift of it.Â
Orgasms are great. They really, really are. But orgasms are even greater when theyâre a gift from him.
10. Because I love being told no.
I do. I love the reminder of who is in charge. Or who I have trusted with my welfare and my care and my pleasure and my safety. I love knowing that heâs paying attention to me. I love knowing that heâs watching what I do. I love knowing that heâs making sure Iâm staying within the lines â because it reminds me every single time of how committed he is to me and to our dynamic and to the promises that weâve made to each other.Â
And I love knowing that heâs in charge. And that he knows heâs in charge. And that he wants to remind me heâs in charge. Because it makes me feel safe. And, tbh, it makes me pretty damn wet.
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