Worship Wednesday pt.III
Can you let me have the control I’ve never felt before you? Let me feel like the back bone I’ve molded with care throughout my life mean something? Will you take instruction without hesitation, question, or push back, unlike those before you, even the family and friends that’re still around? Do you know how much it means to me? This control. This respect. This obedience.
When I say “kneel”, you know it’s not degrading. It’s my act of mercy for us both. The calm we both search for, the eye of the storm. Just us, having the control we both wanted, earned, but was deigned to be given, so we must provide it for each other.
I am not your God, or your judgement, though we can frame me that way. No. I am the guardian of your mind, body, and soul when you relinquish them, putting them in a box for me to protect, and care, and make resonate again. You are not simply a subordinate, you are not lesser than. No, you are the provider here. Not me. You provide the core material for my purpose. Out of us both, you’re the most important.
Because you’ll give up your thoughts. You’ll give up what’s most precious, and you’ll be devoted, and you’ll take everything I give you with the appetite of a person starving because you want to be made whole, made full again, but of nothing else in the world but me. You’ll voice praise and appreciation to me in the same tone as a symphony reciprocating the desires of their maestro; whispers of “please” and “yes” and “dear” soft and delicate and quiet, to wails of “no” and “go” and “your’s” quaking, shivering, and shrill like a violin string being manipulated by careful skilled hands. Your body will weep. Head to toe you’ll weep, begging for me to release you from yourself, and your responsibilities. Your body will weep with want and yearning, and I will have barely begun. Forcing you to open up for me isn’t even really with force. Because you bottle up for everyone else, but for me? You’re going to beg for the tension and build it until you can’t hold it any longer and the cork pops and you spill over and it’s all because of my devotion.
Because I am no God, no. I’m only controlling the needs of one of my most precious belongings.
Instead of femme worship, I wanted the middle of the week to be for my affinity for all. So welcome WorshipWedneadays, my sweets. Love you all. Be safe, be wise, and do good things. Asks are always open for thoughts and discussions.
