The way you look at me and talk to me when you turn up your dominance flips a switch in me. Your face changes, your posture hardens. You look me directly in the eyes and I feel like I’m under a microscope. I squirm as I feel like you’re inspecting the soul you can see clearly behind my eyes. I feel that you see my soul and the places where it’s not quite right for you, seeing the places you need to train me.
All of that can make it feel like I have no choice but to serve you, like you’re a tornado that will sweep me up into your orbit no matter what. But the truth is that I do have a choice. I make the choice to serve you anew every single day. Why?
I serve you, I think above all, because I love you. Maybe it wouldn’t make sense to a lot of people but I know you understand. I get on my hands and knees for you to spank me, I worship your pussy, give you a massage, spread my legs for you to hurt my balls, or do the homework you assign me. Every single time I do any of these and more, I am telling you that I love you. When you hit me and I say “Thank you, mommy”, I’m also saying “I love you”. Serving you feels to me like the most intimate expression of love I can give to you. You’re my girl, my mommy, my best friend, and I want to give you everything. So I give you my agency, asking you to use me how you want, and hope that it is enough to show you my love.
I serve you because you make me better. It feels to me like we’re both better off when you’re in control of me. You know me deeply, and love me. You help me to do things that I need but that I struggle to do myself. And I know that taking of care of myself, doing the best I can for myself, is also serving you. You own me, and you deserve the best version of myself that I can give you. I’m grateful for you always taking care of me and helping to build me up. My mommy has my back, and I’m a better man for it.
I serve you because you deserve it. When I look at you I honestly see an incredible person. You shine. Anyone that doesn’t see that isn’t worth your time. I see my goddess, and I mean that. You put me into sub space when we play, which I absolutely love. But that’s not why I serve you. I serve you for how I hope I can make you feel, not the way it makes me feel. I hope that my service, my worship, helps you see the woman I see. The bright, vibrant, thoughtful and spastic woman that hooked me the moment she walked through my door. The independent, strong, full-hearted woman I know that has faced every difficult thing life has thrown at her and come out of it stronger and wiser. That is the mommy I know and admire. That’s the mommy that I will always serve, because you deserve it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/x7jwii/why_i_serve_a_letter_to_my_domme_m31_f33_ds_femdom