A wife’s submission is a beautiful gift to her husband. There are moments where it is hard to give. We all have our selfish wills. But what about the beauty of being under a strong man’s leadership?
My husband controls the finances. He picks (some) of my clothes. I adore it. His control gives me a warm feeling inside. It starts in my heart and goes through my body like a chill. He is my earthly master. He has absolute command over me. He doesn’t abuse that, but I love that he uses it.
Sexually I belong to him. I never say no. He has authority over my body. I am his. He can take pleasure with me whenever he wants. I am his to use, touch, explore.
I am the vessel for his seed. Giving my husband a baby is one of my favorite moments. If my health would allow it, he could impregnate me at will. I would have loved to give him a big family.
The safety he gives me when he puts his hand on the small of my back or around my shoulders, and guides me to where he wants me to go, makes my toes curl. When he tells me to do something that, despite my rebellious nature, I know is for my own good, I feel a blue electric jolt between my head and my heart.
My body is light, carefree. The hard decisions don’t fall on my shoulders. I can focus on love and passion and caring for my home. I can write and be pretty, and clean for my family.
This is just a sliver of the ecstacy I experience by submitting to my husband and basking in the glow of his strength.
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