I want to have control.
He wants to submit.
There’s a lot of history and a lot of issues and a lot of perceptions….but those complications are the branches that hang over, gawking at the spectacle of the roots growing closely and tightly together. Growing longer themselves into the dirt, supported by the growth of the other. Getting stronger, stretching out for more fuel to grow.
Similarly to my previous post, I really am risking some form of newfound spirituality, but I was considering Muladhara, the root chakra tonight as he worshiped my feet. It’s become a comfortable and warming habit or ritual of late – him rubbing my feet, and sucking on my toes; savouring them before deep throating as much of my feet as he can get into him. My energy engulfing his, and his feeding me; his energy healing mine.
Safety, and security. Certainty. This is the definition of how I feel about his submission. It is there, always, to support me.
As a personal aside, since my surgery, my feet have given me the most trouble in getting back to my normal physical self. I don’t want to get into too many details, but this is why my mind had been on muladhara in the first place. The irony of him worshiping that which is injured. And the injury being the major thing that we were going to train him with – only being allowed to cum on my feet. Having my feet covered in pie, him shooting a load on my feet and then licking it up, along with the coconut cream pie. We’ve since added getting molds of my feet to use as a gag, or two of them together just so he could drool over them.
Perhaps – after all that has happened – getting back into dominance is a necessary step to gain back my confidence in my now healthy self. It’s the the start, the very base, of what I love about me. And at the very least, a great way to live a large life.
Not many were there through my illness (which I have had a gambit of feelings about), but he was. Anytime of day. And I was thoroughly selfish with that time, going on about my stories and just doing my best to feel human via another human. That specific submissive was my link to the human I was. He was helping me remember myself so that I had something tethering me to my identity.
And with that feeling, of strength and power I became more stable in my emotional handling. All of that is the root of things for me – at least between him and I.