You might have thought I would have written a post with this title when experiencing a streak of triple digit heat where I live. Although at times I felt I was melting from that heat, the melting that I experienced this morning in service to Sir is much more blog worthy.
This morning's melt was not necessarily the result of heat. Rather, it was a melting into Sir's hands. Melting into his control. The melting away of tension. Maybe of resistance. Maybe areas of control. I gave myself to Sir's instruction. Let everything else just fade away.
In the midst of play, Sir always asks me how I feel. Sometimes I struggle to find the right words. I have levels of "floatiness." Those descriptions are more about, for lack of a better description, my physical reactions to our play. Sometimes I am more aware of my emotional state. I'm aware of my pleasure in serving Sir. I enjoy pleasing him. Serving him. Making him happy.
This morning as we played it just seemed none of the terms I've used to describe how I feel were adequate -- or exact enough.
As Sir took me this morning I felt myself open more to him. Both literally and figuratively. I felt I wanted to be totally available. My mind and body were totally free of everything except serving Sir. I felt a release in my body and a relaxing. Felt it all just melting away -- down my spine and out of my body. Right into Sir's capable hands.