Weekly Task - Sunday

I am a submissive woman.
Being submissive doesn't mean i am weak or inferior.
Neither does it mean i am unable to make decisions or have reign over my life...
i've merely chosen to relinquish control.
i am an intelligent, informed woman who has chosen to surrender to the one man who place me and my welfare above all else... my Master.

i am not submissive due to low self-esteem... nor am i repressed,
my Master's love and care has granted me true peace and freedom.
Unfettered i can blossom and grow within the safety and protection His love affords.
With His guidance my boundaries are breached and i rise beyond all imagined heights...
joyous in the knowledge He celebrates my accomplishments.

My submission is my offering to Him... is testament to Him as a man and my Master.
He honors me with the gift of His Dominance.
With Him i can realize my destined potential..
without Him, i cannot be.

Author Unknown

As this poem's words ring true, it also rings true for my submissive plant.  It's growing beyond expectations.    Everyday I can see growth, sometimes slow, but still growth.

Things have proven difficult in my home life, but with Masters assistance I am slowly overcoming the difficulties.

Weekly Task Sunday - submissive plant

Another week has passed, and like my submissive plant, I'm also pushing new 'branches' out.  I'm learning a lot about the different limits of BDSM.

Master, would ask me how I feel about a certain limit, and then my mind starts to wander....   Things that I thought would never interest me, is becoming more and more inviting every day.

Moral of my story is, don't put something down as a limit, till you have experienced it, atleast once.

Take a leaf from my plant, and remember the sky's the limit.