Lessons From Goddess: The Power of Pacing

More than a year ago, I was sharing some sexytime with my beloved domme. In between rounds of being scratched, slapped, tussled around on the carpet, delicious cunnilingus, and some of the most sensuous foot worship I could physically offer to a goddess… we found ourselves hanging around in her living room.

Happy and glowing, we paced around the room, following each other with big smiles, discussing everything from new scientific discoveries, politics, where we wanted to road-trip next, what scenes we wanted to try when we were ready to go back to it, to how much we love each other, and how we’ll always be there for each other. I adored every second of it…but I would never have called that exercise, you know? More on that in a second.

Mid conversation, she stops walking for a second, and she peers her lovely eye at her hi-tech watch. Something on it glows, and she jumps up like a kid who just got exactly what she wanted for the holidays. I know I shouldn’t have…but I cocked my head at her.

I would probably get beat for that later.

“I just reached ten miles! Awesome! Okay, it’s time for you… to get back on your knees.” Her passionate words hit me like jazz music.

But I had cocked my head, and I was definitely curious about what she meant. Ten miles? But we were just shooting the breeze. How did she go ten miles right under my ignorant nose?

It was then that my beloved Goddess told me about what she calls “pacing”.

I promise that it is much more than what it sounds like.

Ah, she’s poetry in motion!

Basically, anytime that my Queen finds herself engaged in a traditionally sedentary activity, she’ll try to do it in motion. If she’s watching television, she’s going to pace around the room as much as she can, hellbent on getting those ten miles in. If she’s folding clothes, she’s going to do it standing up, and have her folded pile on the other side of the room, so that she gets to walk her lovely feet just a few more steps. She moves her arms and hips actively as she walks, too. And if she finds herself with nothing to do at all…Well, my Queen will find us something to do.

My beloved is totally a type A personality. For her to be fully happy, she needs to be doing something productive. I believe this is what makes her such a positive, disciplined, and dominating presence in my life. I need a spur in my side to keep me productive as well. I am always a small part of her grand plans, and these plans are always in motion, just as human bodies were meant to be.

“The Goddess-Given Power of Pacing”

I am there in her kitchen when she wants to make bread, flattening out dough and cutting, as she glides from counter to counter, fully engrossed in the physical activity. I am there when she wants to rearrange the multitudes of tasteful decorations on the maximalist-style wall of her boudoir, lifting and reaching to her exact specifications. And I am always there in a hurry when she wants to wrestle me, and pin me to the ground. I love being her heavy bag, and am always open to receive her knockout combinations.

From the moment that she explained the concept of “pacing” to me, I was floored. I thought it was a genius idea, really. I was blown back that I had never thought of it before, it just made so much sense in a world where so many of us are just not getting the physical activity we should be. Clearly the knowing, all powerful mind of the dominant lady eclipsed that of the silly little slave. I thought it was marvelous.

Had I been doing it all along?

I immediately linked it to my boxing training. Before a fight, a boxer has to be warmed up and sweaty, loose and limber, ready to explode. This is why fighters shadowbox before they walk to the ring. They really do pace! They also dance, weave, turn on their heels, and move their heads to the invisible rhythm. Maybe get some quick pushups in while moving around, anything to just keep that body in motion.

Even though all of this is really just tantamount to standing in a room, the boxer has already flexed their muscles, and stretched their limbs as much as they would have during a good workout.

This is how you “get into the mood” before a big fight. It clears your mind, too!

For me personally, it’s a way of meditation. Just me, in a cage, thundering around in it like a wild animal, but with human diligence. Calms me down when life gets too heavy.

But for someone just trying to get those daily ten miles in, all that motion becomes something even more utilitarian.

“Pacing” or, being physically active during traditionally sedentary activities, then becomes a solution to one of the biggest banes of the modern age: sitting down for too long.

Your body is beautiful, and wants to be in motion

We all know the dangers of being too sedentary. A rolling stone gathers no moss, and the active slave gets more love-slaps. There’s a reason university lectures last for three hours or less.

Research shows sitting down slows the blood flow to the brain, and this affects you in different, super-scary ways as you age.

Our joints were made to bend, and our legs were meant to carry us places. All that motion is meant to stimulate our brains as well as our bodies. It’s all hooked up inside the body, you dig?

Thinking about the aesthetic and mechanical beauty of the human body makes takes me back to my old anatomy classes back in college. We are all made of art and science. This thought brings me peace, and it makes me feel connected to the other members of my species in some distant, slightly sexy way.

” Sofa? Funny. Your face is where I wanna sit!”

This was the response I received from my Goddess after I asked her if she wanted to relax on the sofa. She had just completed ten miles after all.

This beautiful reason is why I’m willing to play devil’s advocate for Team Sitting.

I adore a good sit, you kidding? Some of life’s best moments happen while you’re copping a squat.

On a sunny day, overlooking rolling, jade hills and waterfalls? Or on a rocky cliff, overlooking a windswept beach? These are sits that are more than worth the bad blood flow, in my opinion.

Or when my beloved sits on my face? I strive to be the best seat in the world, because my service is my pleasure

Why this sub is determined to pick up the pace

But back to why I think “Pacing” is genius, and why I’m going to be doing a whole lot more of it, moving forward.

I wouldn’t say I follow any philosophy all the way to its end (other than femdom), but I absolutely love picking and taking from sources that I think might have something good to offer.

Utilitarianism is a big one for me. I would never follow it all the way to its, mean, unempathetic conclusion, but there is something so…mathematically crunchy about pleasing two dommes with one tongue, if you catch my drift.

If I can get my workout in while I’m at my desk job, then I’ll have made myself a stronger and sharper slave by doing nearly nothing at all. My coworkers better get ready to watch me crank a set of pushups every thirty minutes, because this is how I’m going to pace. Hear my roar.

And I’m not going to lie, the thought of writing for FemdomU while walking miles at the same time? That’s the sexiest example of two birds and one stone that I can think of. I’m gonna do more of that too.

So, this coming June, I think I’ll be doing a lot more moving around in living rooms, and shadowboxing at the office every few minutes. I love carrying the lessons of my Queen everywhere I go. Even as I write this, I’m doing it on this cool, rising desk I got for a song on craigslist. Right hand to goddess, I wrote this whole thing standing up and moving around!

And yeah, I may have written it nude too, but that has nothing to do with pacing.

I just felt it appropriate.