I can tell when my slave is flying off the handle, just beside herself with stress, with overload, with fatigue and is not where she needs to be. There are times when I send her to the bedroom, or get her to rest, but not this time…
Fist in the hair. The pain gets her attention and will cut through the clutter.
Pull her back/down to put her in a lower position and me in an upper position.
Look at her straight in the eyes.
Speak the words to center her, bring her back, focus her on one thing – that point, that moment, that singularity where there is only the surrender.
Later, “thank you” she whispers to me.
And I know. And it feels right, to know this person so well, to know better than she does, at times, when she needs to come back to center. That single point where time stands still and we have found the yin/yang in surrender and authority.