submission at the beach

A few years ago, I had a memorable day at the beach that perfectly encapsulated the dynamic in my relationship with Richard. 

The sun was shining, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore set the perfect backdrop for a fun-filled outing. I was eagerly looking forward to swimming in the ocean, and Richard was right there with me, ready to support my enjoyment.

As we arrived at the beach, I felt a rush of excitement. “Richard, this is going to be amazing!” I exclaimed, glancing at the sparkling water. “I can't wait to dive in!”

He smiled, but I could sense a hint of apprehension. “Are you sure you want me to just stand here while you swim?” he asked.

“Absolutely!” I replied, my playful spirit shining through. “I want you to wait right here on the beach for me. Just promise me you won’t move until I come back.”

With a chuckle, he said, “Alright, I promise. But just so you know, I’ll be standing here in long pants, shoes, and a dress shirt!”

“Exactly! It makes it even more fun,” I teased. “I want you to fully embrace this moment. Just stand there and hold my towel and clothes. This is your time to shine.”

Richard nodded and took his position on the warm sand, holding my towel and clothes. As I waded into the refreshing ocean, I glanced back at him. There he stood, fully dressed, completely exposed to anyone passing by, and I felt a thrill at the sight.

“While I’m swimming, remember to repeat in your mind: ‘Women like to be waited on and waited for.’ Let that remind you of your place here!” I called out, emphasizing the playful power I held.

I could see him chuckle softly, and I knew he was fully embracing the moment. The sun beat down on him, and I could only imagine the curious glances he was receiving from other beachgoers.

Time seemed to stretch as I swam, enjoying the cool waves and the freedom of the ocean. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I emerged from the water, droplets glistening on my skin, and walked toward Richard.

“Did you miss me?” I teased, clearly enjoying the moment.

“Of course,” he replied, a hint of relief in his voice. “You looked amazing out there. I hope you had fun!”

“I did! But honestly, watching you stand there was almost as entertaining,” I laughed, relishing the playful power I held. “You really stuck to your promise.”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way. You deserve to enjoy yourself,” he said, pride evident in his voice.

Stepping closer to him, I looked into his eyes, filled with appreciation. “I love that you’re willing to wait for me like this. It shows how much you care, and I really appreciate it.”

That day at the beach was more than just a fun outing; it was a beautiful representation of our dynamic. The joy I felt in embracing my role was matched only by the fulfillment Richard experienced in supporting me.