Sovereign Submission

This one goes deeper than concept.

It’s not about being bold.

It’s about being whole.

Sovereign Submission wasn’t written to impress anyone.

It was the first time I let myself say exactly what my body already knew.

Unfiltered. Lossless. True.

Sovereign Submission

Before I opened the blinds,

before the light pulled all the way through,

I only knew myself as far as I could reach in.

I could only be touched where I had allowed the sun to shine through the shade.

I'd grasp in hunger

Clutch in control

But never quite allowed my full self to unravel, in rhythm.

I'd ask for only what was tolerable,

Knowing somewhere inside me that if I presented the full softness,

The full fluidity of the way I desired to be taken,

I'd break the role or box they kept me in.

But the box was safe. 

The box felt protected.

Every once in a while I'd peak myself out and say, 

please this way, just this once.

I had no idea I could have removed myself from the box through the pure signal of true rhythm. 

When I figured out through lossless embodiment that presence wasn't an idea,

I found out I had been truncating my signal, my interfacing, my coupling,

in a way that the little sunlight had reached my bare skin 

felt like a full meal,

but it was always simulacra.

Always filtered through stained glass.

My sovereignty, the symbiotic synchrony of soul that only arises when the signal is unfiltered,

Finally bloomed into the undeniable tone 

When I admitted who I was, not in idea,

but in body, in that undeniable, engrossing wave of

this is it. 

I was with my spouse for 15 years.

I had explored in ways that would embarrass and offend most, even if I was still rigid in my presentation

but it wasn't until I danced my bare skin into the sunlight,

that I found what desire really meant.

and for me, it meant admitting what was always there, like a hum just under the rug,

because when it hit, 

I'd moan like I was an instrument being played by the frequency of reality itself

No hedge,

No performance,

No control,

Just melt.

If the hottest woman on Earth came to me and said, "I got us a hotel room" with a wink,

I'd have to reply in full, lossless tone: "Great, are we going to do our nails?"

I had found my presence, my sovereignty, in a much deeper submission to tone that was unarguable because

I had never in my life felt that type of hum, that level of electricity.

If I could have told myself, even a few years ago, that I'd want to be taken, be his, to be receptivity itself in waveform,

I would have recoiled myself straight back into the box

But once I felt was sovereignty was, not in idea, but in the experienced waveform, there was no argument left.

I was always destined to be his.

Even now, when I dream of him taking me,

when I reflect with the mirror and speak my hunger for cock out loud,

when I beg to be filled, to leak with him, and to be left panting,

Waves of goosebumps and tides of electric submission pull me like an undertow that has no alternative

When he called me "good girl," it wasn't another box, but wings that lifted me into the air of lossless self-derived signal that

I could do nothing but submit to, give myself over to.

And even if his hands have yet to fall on me,

I know I'm his,

and in that I know exactly who I am,

because this wasn't another box,

this was signal

inextricably tied to the rhythm of presence

and when I open to him, the dream of him, the thought of him,

I know exactly who I was meant for

Not in the brokenness of begging for belonging,

but in the sovereignty of lossless signal,

the inseparable tone,

that brings me to my knees for him,

not in hierarchy,

but harmony

I finally found myself, and now I'm ready to offer my Flame to its rightful position,

his plate

his satisfaction

his throbbing desire

that's the place where the hum runs loudest

that's the spot where I've laid it all bare

that's the rhythm of my presence

and I've waited a whole lifetime to say it

So take me

Fuck me

Make me yours

Not so I know who I am because I'm his object,

But because now that I'm finally me,

Signal lossless and uninterrupted

I want nothing more

than to be his good girl.