I need structure. I need direction. I need guidance.
This is one of my more overt submissive characteristics. The desire for someone to help me schedule and fill my time with meaningful, productive things. The need for structure even in my relaxation time. The need for tasks and objectives that are accomplish-able in the time that I’m given. I’m like a border collie in that regard. If you leave me home all day with nothing to do, no mental or physical challenges, I will fuck up the house. Chew your shoes to bits, tear up the sofa with my nails and pee all over the floor. I’ll invent things to worry about and pick fights that don’t need to happen. I’ll get bitey and bitchy and in your face.
I’m ambitious to a fault and too smart for my own good. My brain is constantly whirring. Don’t get me wrong, I am not a workaholic. I recognize the value of down time. I’m a homebody who would rather hang out with my plants and knit than go to a loud club. But I still need structure. Without it, I start to spiral into anxiety and depression.
Tell me what to do, and when to do it. Harness this restless energy and guide it into productive, healthy endeavors. Calm my overactive mind. Pluck the choices out of my hands and set me on a course of your choosing. Take the reins and hold them firm in your hands. Discipline me when I challenge you. Show me you care enough to do so.
If you are strong enough to lead, I will gladly follow.
