Do you want to please me?
Do you want to be a good girl?
Do you delight in doing a job well?
Are you afraid of displeasing me? Do you feel tension, anxiety, around my requests, my demands?
If I had my druthers, pleasing me would be a delight for you. Nothing would please you more than knowing you had pleased me. And it would be effortless, lighter than air, to do so.
My requests would arrive like gifts.
Giving me what I want would feel, equally, like a gift to yourself.
When I give you the gift of my desire, of my need, I long for it to arrive like a gift, not an obligation. An opportunity to succeed – not to fail.