I…might be a switch. Heavily leaning towards submissive. Whatever I might I will say this: I love to serve. Which leads me to being a submissive. Which leads me to being the one being pursued, caught. Waiting for someone to come after me.
I am, by virtue of being female and a sub, a sort of prey. I suppose. At least many might see me this way. And while a deer may not wish to be prey, the wolf does not care much for the deer’s opinion on this. At least I imagine it doesn’t.
But, you see, I may be the submissive type. But that doesn’t mean I have to be a piece of furniture, well, at least not all the time (subtle nudge, nudge, wink, wink, know what I mean?) They push forward, as their submissive’s comfort level allows. Sometimes this is more, say, considerate. Sometimes the arrangment is such that the dominant plows forward (so to speak) with no thought for their submissive’s cares.
I have never in my life been the sort to sit there and wait. I have a dominant (perhaps shortly multiple dominants) and I did not get that way by softly whispering messages across a crowded room, just the shade of a glance towards someone I might care to have an interest in some time, some day.
So, yes, I will take action of my own. I’ll drop myself into someone’s lap. Because I want to, well, be with someone. I don’t want to be one of those passed by, day after day, because they don’t actually notice me. And when someone extends their hand to me and says, “I’d like to eat you out,” I take their hand and say yes with my eyes and with my voice.
I am not a shy, vulnerable wallflower.
I think I can safely say I make myself noticed.
If you wonder why someone else manages to find a wonderful, caring, loving dominant but you just can’t seem to find a
….take charge. Because this is your life. Don’t sit around waiting for someone to make you theirs.