Demonstration of Submission
You asked me to demonstrate my submission. At first, I froze. My head swam with all the ways that I might please you. I could sense your impatience as I second-guessed myself, wondering exactly what it was that you wanted. Finally, you took pity on me. Holding my chin firmly in your hand, your eyes were not unkind as you spoke. ‘Breathe. You can do this.’ This was new to me. It was something I’d only recently discovered about myself. You’d seen it, and gently drawn it out, patiently teaching...