A reblog by Tom Wolf
I hope you’ll enjoy reading the following blog post from Vile’s Arianna as much as I did. I emphasize that everyone’s version of TTWD is unique, however, miss Arianna highlights the common denominators on how the two are mutually exclusive.
Service vs Serving
Hello WordPress world and all the lovely people reading.
My absence has been kind of surprising to me. I looked back on my last post and it has been about 2 months.
Things have been rolling along. Which is good.
I wanted to try and figure out in my head the difference in being of service and serving. I think that there is a difference.
Being of service reminds me of having the availability to serve. It feels compartmentalized. It feels that there is a beginning and end. A time frame set aside. Maybe like a sub. Still having terms defined by those previously agreed upon. Maybe it could mean being of service as in chores, tasks, and accomplishments.
Serving to me, is the act of serving. Not only being of service and available but giving of oneself with a purpose. Its a 24/7 thing. Serving is putting anothers needs in front of your own wants. Taking that extra selfless step. Its in those tough times when your tired, overwhelmed, and/or feeling less then submissive that serving can really shine. I mean everyone can be of service when they’ve gotten enough sleep and feel energetic but what about serving when you just want to curl in a corner and pull the covers over your head? What about serving when you’d rather order pizza but a homemade Meal would be more appreciated?
Say for instance tonight, I had hamburger patties in the frig, which is Master’s favorite comfort food, I wanted to make a great dinner. My body was saying no and my mind was saying, omg, can I really do this? I was fighting with my internal self. There were options but I wanted Master to really enjoy dinner. So, I buckled down, took one minute at a time and even through my frustration and almost tears, I put a good dinner on the table. Did master demand it? No.. But my need to serve overrode my body and internal battling. Does that make sense? Lol. I wouldn’t feel that deep satisfaction if I bowed out and ordered pizza. Instead, I made My Master smile. He Truly appreciated and I was able to eat a wonderful homemade meal that I could be proud of because there was a reinforcement that, yes, I am a slave. Serving when its inconvenient and serving when I’m not at my best.
So, in short, there are 24/7 slaves who are serving when its not fluffy or sparkly. Its in the trenches. Its decisions and commitments that moves the submissiveness forward.
Have an awesome day.
—end of reblog—
This is service with a smile on the inside and out. One of th most compelling observations of this post is how much she considers her needs as a subset of her Master’s needs. The Dominant and Master both have to give credit and appreciation to this sort of dedication, reciprocating in whole, about how much they care for their sub-miss. Not doing so, I would imagine the sub-miss puts less and less value, and probably trust, in what the Dominant or Master says. In my den, I treasure my Mynx and her submission. I need her to submit as much she needs my Dominance. It’s reciprocal.
So the question I raise to the submissives reading this; please share your views on miss Arianna’s thoughts, and please pay her a well-deserved visit when you have an extra minute to read more of her inspiring thoughts, won’t you?