Being their girl isn’t just about taking care of them. Sometimes being their girl is them taking care of me. This weekend I needed them and they were there completely. Time and space to feel. To squirm and giggle and laugh with them. To curl up and hold their hand or the side of their leg and breathe. To be poked and smacked to find the “overthinking dimmer switch.” To feel safe and protected and vulnerable.
Even in the dark times and especially when I don’t feel worthy they are my Dominants and I am their girl.