Bismillah

The nature of submission. You think the void is you but it's not.

Cruelty turns you on and comforts you because it feels real and trustable.

The void is no more you than the caterpillar eating the apple. Hungry hungry caterpillar.

The Caterpillar is those evil little nudges and whispers that make you collapse down a spiral staircase.

Thumping on every stone step until you're a heap of lumps and bumps in the castle dungeons.

So hurt and thrown that you wince like a traumatised kitten.

Pain mollifies you and kindness is too scary to think about.

Take my hand little one.

I sit you up, the shaking little needy waifish wretch you begin as.

I examine your bumps and bruises. Emotional, physical, mental, spiritual.

I take time in this examination, and use a clarifying heart as a way to clear away the debris of false vanity.

I really look at you. I look at your values, I plunge my hand into your chest and caress open your heart to tell me your history, and what you think of as a future.

I tell you plainly and clearly, that no matter how much you serve, I can never really own you.

I can follow the creator and live the life written for me and you can join me to find yourself too. To serve and submit to the same creator and to find yourself accepting deeply the implicit and explicot relationship we have as a consequence of following that. Continuous spiritual development. No shame or guilt, except that which naturally springs from living an unaligned life. Asking and Accepting forgiveness and moving forwards

Not feeling so low as to think you're unforgivable.

But this is pared with the most intense smouldering intimate kink compatible life you'd ever share with another human being in this life and the next.

I want to build strong women that are weak for me and only then, selectively.

I want to make mother's and homeschoolers. I want to turn the object of life into the ease found from living ones purpose then that of just hedonic joy.

Even if I make you cum a thousand times, and validate your emotions, and feed you attention or hurt you in a compassionate cruel way that makes you ache for me so deeply it's like you drown when you're away from me.

Even then, I will not be enough, humans are satisfied when they practise the pursuit of fulfilling their purpose.

No amount of hedonic joy can replace that.

You will experience moments of tenderness that could soothe volcanoes, or relax earthquakes.

You'll see my strengths and my weaknesses.

You'll look up to me and see that through the mistakes, i still try my best to act with a Just intent

And you will find your heart beating in tune with mine.

Come to me when you think you're prepared to be guided towards strength and purpose, and submission companionship, to become a hope of heaven, to follow my faith and imbibe it so deeply.

To serve me. To know that im flawed but that you can trust I intend towards good.

That the scared little kitten that has known the traumatic void can start to feel like she is guided towards hope, health, a life fulfilled with a husband and children and loving relatives, one that will have hardships and ease but will feel real and not a veneer.

I'm not selling you an Insta story I'm finding and looking and trusting that this will go to the two women that are right for this journey.