Hold Still

Good Evening Friends,

Tonight I am sitting here quietly basking in the glow of the day. I am learning so much about M/s and creating ever-more content for little space (and you!) that I can’t help but smile from ear to ear. I want to share with you a moment I had last night that made my heart flutter. Sometimes tiny moments with my Daddy are the very things that make life beautiful. For several years now we had been discussing my desire to be used as a piece of furniture for him. The reason is twofold: one, I am a very wiggly person. And two, to be able to be silent, still, and serve my Daddy thrills me to my very core.

Chalk it up to my age, but I am the type of Little who also is very much service-oriented. So, when Daddy called me over and asked me to lay my head down next to him on the bed so that he could use my head as an armrest while he gamed…. I internally squealed with glee and laid down before him. I felt his forearm rest on my head as he quietly gamed and I fell silent and still. I smiled into the blankets, laying on my side, and felt happy that I was doing what he wanted. He gives me so much freedom sometimes that to simply be of service to him, and not multi-task in any other way was so nice.

After 10 minutes or so I began to “feel” the weight of his arm. I was still silent but I thought, “wow… arms have a bit of weight to them, don’t they?”. Still, I held still. I strive to be a good girl for him. This was the “mental wall” that I knew was coming. That moment when I would want to get wiggly and squirmy and completely break free from being an armrest. But, I didn’t. I pursed my lips together. “I am going to keep his dang arm up there like a hat no matter how long it takes!” I told myself. And so he gamed on, and I laid there. (I forgot how long my Daddy can game for LOL).

In that moment when I overcame the wiggles I felt so proud of myself. I know that there is so much that I have to learn as I dive into this more mature side of my submission. One of which is learning to be patient and self-disciplined to follow his command. As a Little I am happy, twirly, bubbly, musical, and wiggly. But, it’s also amazing to be silent, or…. to be commanded to be silent and to simply serve. It is deeply fulfilling. So, I became my Daddy’s armrest for a whole 30 minutes. At the end he lifted my head up and gave me a deep kiss. “Thank you for your service, Kitten” he smiled on my lips. I couldn’t help it this time. I squealed!

Now that was a great moment. 🙂 I hope you all are having a wonderful, relaxing Sunday!

Much love,

~Penny x

3 comments

  1. how sweet and cool 1. the joy of serving. 2. a pat on the head and spoken word of appreciation. #2 was not necessary put adds to the submissive within

    • Thank you, Sindee! <3 Yes, it's baby steps to learning how to weave my little side and my deeper submission/slave sides together but I'm enjoying the journey for sure. Sending hugs to you, my friend! 😀

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