Wednesday, September 5, 2012

A woman owned



I am a woman, born in 1960, three years before Betty Friedman penned The Feminine Mystique. This was the dawn of a movement of women away from traditional roles, inspired by the civil rights movement, and further fueled by Ms. Friedman and her contemporaries formation of NOW in 1968.





I am a woman born of a woman who seduced, used and abused the people around her. One who had a chain of men all of whom served her and were debased by her, who came away from her less than when they came to her.


I am a woman with the heart of a little girl. I am a woman who emerged from my past with a delicate grace and fragile wings. I am a woman who through some random act of cosmic kindness found a man who fills me, who loves me for who I am, exactly as I am and supports me on the breath of his love, letting me soar for the first time in my life. I am a woman who treasures her family above all else. I am a woman who finds my happiness in being shelter, peace and comfort for the ones I love. 



I am a woman who needs a strong man, one who can lead, and on whom I can depend. I am a woman who enjoys the feeling of his control. I am a woman who thrives expressing my submission in my response to his, "This is what I want you to do..." I am a woman who loves the feel of his hand in my hair, pulling my face to his, that look, that voice, low and sweet, "Who do you belong to, little girl?" I am a woman who enjoys the 'good girl' when I yield to him.



I am a woman who enjoys feeling my place, across his lap, his hands on my body, warm caressing strokes, squeezes, stinging spanks and exquisite pleasure that send me to lovely, floaty places that only he can bring me to, and hearing his voice, "Do you feel owned, little one?" And the sigh that floats in my head, like dandelion puffs, and I wonder if the words ever get formed, "Yes, Daddy, I'm yours." But somehow he knows, and he smiles, and the warmth radiates from his 'good girl, mine' through his hands and wraps me like a blanket as I'm pulled into his arms.







I am a woman out of time.
I am a woman deliriously happy.
I am a woman in love.
I am a woman owned.





(the photos in this post are reblogged from Dominant.tumblr.com, blushredtail.tumblr.com and breathingwhispers.tumblr.com)


HIS POV:  The lovely Ms. June strikes at the heart of what is real and vibrant. The gift of your unquestioning devotion.  From the way the light catches your form in the middle of the day to the way your body moves in time to the cadence of our love, I am a blessed man to know you, to share a life with you, that is gift beyond anything I have received and I wear the mantle of "Daddy" as a crown with you beside me as my queen. I love you deep and I speak to the beauty in that woman that I call mine.

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  1. While our backgrounds are different June, the rest I certainly identify with. ;)

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    1. Thank you, Grace :) Sometimes I am overcome with gratitude and the immenseness of what I feel for Ward. In what many would see as an untenable situation, I thrive and find freedom and peace of which I had only dreamed.

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  2. That was a lovely post June! Thank you for taking the time to share!

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    1. Thank you, Kitty :) Sometimes the sweetness of my life overwhelms me.

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  3. "Sometimes the sweetness of my life overwhelms me"

    I feel that way too. You put it perfectly.

    My husband says he feels ownership of me, yet I do not feel owned, I feel cherished. Whatever we call it, we are in sync. I'm happy for you guys too, its a beautiful thing to know love like that.

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    1. Thanks, Stormy! You know before Ward I would have absolutely bristled if anyone said 'I own you'. It's not being owned like being objectified or subjugated, it is very much being cherished, being treated as someone precious, being held and protected and loved like I have never, ever been loved in my life. For me, being owned is a comfortable feeling - like being wrapped in the softest and most luxurious blanket - utterly delicious.

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  4. This was a touching post June, I identified with the sentiment 100%.

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    1. Thanks very much, dancingbarez. It's nice to have 'sisters' when most of the world considers you kind of an unevolved throwback, lol. This is a comfortable, happy place for me. I love being his.

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  5. What a well said and touching post June. This is beautiful.

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    1. Thank you so much, Kat. I find a grace in my life with Ward that I never dreamed I could experience.

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  6. I haven't been around these parts in awhile as I feel a calling to other areas of life. But the day I stop in I find such a beautiful writing. I could have written just about everything you wrote; our pasts are very similar. I know how difficult it is to break from. I know the kind of love you write of with Ward and I can almost hear Dave speak the words from Ward's POV. It is an amazing feeling to know love and feel love at such a deep level. Thank you, June, for writing this. I really needed to read it today. I really need to stop in more often.

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    1. Thank you so much, Jacquie, and it's wonderful to see you again! I am glad that you found something that spoke to you. I'm a very simple woman, but the depth of love that I experience with Ward is the most intricate and beautiful, living, breathing relationship that I have ever had. I am blessed...sounds like you are too :)

      Sometimes I am most amazed that with my past, I would ever find someone like Ward would even find me worthy. I feel battered and dented, yet somehow Ward sees this shiny, beautiful creature.

      I hope your journey is bringing you happiness, and it would be most wonderful if you stopped in more often, we miss you!

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  7. There is nothing in this world like submitting to a man. The rewards are worth every minute. I feel sorry for the women who won't even try. I think they are missing out on something every important. It sounds like you have found it.

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    1. That is truth, Dragon's Rose. When I told a friend that I was submissive to Ward she asked - what are you giving up? And I answered, so much less than I am gaining - and that is truth. He fills me in ways that could never be imagined.

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