In the beginning, before we ever even spoke about D/s, I began the process of letting go, of empowering M. I listened to him and honored him in ways I’d taken for granted before. And after we did speak I about it, it seemed, in my mind, that I had some responsibility in helping him, in continuing to empower him. But, I had it wrong.
My job was to openly communicate with him. To share of myself and allow that to help him in his decision making processes. What I was doing was working against him for a while. Trying to conform him or us to some ideal in my head, clouding our path. Once I let go of that, and simply believed in him and in us, the journey truly began.
He never needed my help. He just needed me to get out of my own way.