Worshipping

Here's the thing, most people don't know I crave to be worshipped. So, now everyone knows. I realize being dominant goes hand and hand with wanting to be worshipped. But I honestly, didn't realize the extent of my craving until K. I thrive on his accessibility and submission. I use it, it rejuvenates and stimulates, as well as relaxes. But never abuse it Just sink into it as if it was a warm soft down comforter and let it surround me in it's warmth. I am his Ma'am such a short title that carries so much with it. The joy and thrill of hearing it softly, with strain, with gritted teeth or with laughter. The control that that short title creates when he address me as such. For me it is calming and rewarding. His Ma'am. The concentration and the needs that one word can mean to him. I enjoy the feelings that one word gives me whether he is kneeling awaiting the emblem of his service or standing with his hands folded behind his back and his eyes on me awaiting a command. The seriousness of his face and the relaxed stance of his body while at attention. How is that you ask the opposities at the same time? It is that he stands erect but his body is relaxed in anticipation of what is about to come without fear of injury. No matter what there is about to occur there is always that soft gleam of joy in his eyes that he can provide a way to please me.There is nothing I could ask or want of him that he would consider humilating. Isn't that strange that the thought is to obey, as well as, willingness to give up control of mind, body, and will. True there are moments of hesitation because the command was not as concise as it should have been. Once all is understood, there is no hint of hesitation on his part and a gleam in his eyes for the service he provides. Worship healthy, stable, and rational worship of his Ma'am, with imagination without looking for reward, but knowing the service provided may be worthy of reward.He is different my "special K" (LO) he is remarkable for what he gives freely and sometimes with laughter and joy. His definition of worhsip is so simple, please Ma'am. It is I believe sincere, which is all one can ask of ones submissive.When I visit I make myself comfortable, snuggling into the sofa, relaxing with intelligent conversations that run the gambit from history to modern times activiities to be done while sipping a glass of wine, or eating a meal. The time I think is well spent enjoying beautiful sunsets, roosters crowing in the early dawn or just cuddling under covers like two children waiting for the sun to shine. There are soft caresses and gentle nudges a warm body slowly shifts within my arms and there is that soft murmur of "Yes Ma'am".Then there are the massages slow, easy gentle rubbing of the skin and muscles beneath that relax the body to the point of bliss, and make the body feel as if it is one long moan of comfort. I truly enjoy those and they too are a form of worship. The coffee pot awaiting my awakening so that even if he is not there in the morning because of work that too is a form of worship. It is those little things that make one enjoy the worshipper. These may seem like little things to someone but the consistent performance of these task are a form of worship to me. So yes there is such a thing as healthy worship. I see it and feel it when ever we are together. It may not be at the shrine but then again the mind and body are shrines are they not?