The Dictionary, Page Four

Submission is a timely topic (but isn't it always?) and this morning over coffee we wondered if perhaps submission had anything to do with turnips.  The taking of coffee together for the first time in years had clearly made us giddy.  We had been exchanging stories about what could possibly have been the nascent, beginning features of his dominant personality and my submissive personality.  Submission is a big deal to me and has been for the last several years; so much so that this past year I have undertaken a serious study of submission, bringing to bear the force and rigour of my mind as I would treat any other major idea in philosophy.  I have been well-rewarded for my efforts.  These conclusions I hold true, self-evident, and sacred:

1.  There is one person in all the world with whom I would never turn off the performance of my submission; and that person masters my submission truly.  Tasdron, time will not erase the good you have done for me.  No time, no place, no act can erase or negate the way in which you privilege our connection, and how you make me feel it.  There are good people in the world who do good deeds and who give regularly, and I am blessed to know them.  And, Tasdron, your goodness speaks to me like a soul-mate.

2.  The performance of my submission is the most natural, pleasing, fulfilling performance of my life.  To seek ways in which to perfect it for you; to seek ways in which to clarify it for you; to seek ways in which to demonstrate it before you; these are tasks I set myself.  And, any task that you lay upon me to fulfill, I believe such tasks achieve the same thing.  They are opportunities for me to love you.

3.  I understand, now, the meaning behind the picture that I love.  The blindfolded girl, and she smiles, and she kneels with hands in chalice-position, and she waits by an empty chair.  I understand the assignment that I was called to write about her, by my mentor.  I understand why I was compelled to send you that assignment, even though we had not spoken for a long time.  And I understand that, whether or not we can articulate such things, the truth of it rattled around inside us, continuing the journey for us even though we were (for a little while) focused elsewhere.  When I submitted to you years ago, I never stopped, even though we did not know how real we were at the time.  It was fun to play!  And it is also fun to do it for real.

4.  There is no cruelty in your domination; there is no weakness in my submission.  There is no weakness in your domination; there is no cruelty in my submission.  Tasdron, we have so much in common.  Where is the difference between us?  In the songs we sing to each other when the world is too much with us.  Your mastery; my submission; we understand each other.

5.  Submission does, very likely, come from turnips.  I am what I eat, after all.