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Epiphany, Part II
4/6/2006 7:35 am Last Read: |
I went blog-spotting today. I was about to pass one particular profile as I figured he was looking for yet another tiny, cute, slim, fit submissive but the profile was longer than a paragraph, and I can never resist a good read. Definitely looking for a submissive he was, but he was a wordsmith, through and through. It was like reading Anais Nin distilled through a man's psyche. Couldn't help but read the whole thing, and then the blog. Now I never thought of myself as even remotely submissive - as stated before I tend to get rather violent when put into restraints and I don't think I can ever trust anyone to do the "sub thing". But his most recent journal turned me on big time. Apparently the writer (whether real or implied) is pining for someone - someone who has him completely out of his head with desire. The man who wants to control a woman down to the hairstyle she wears, being driven mad in the wee hours of the morning by the mere face of the object of his desire. It was a huge turn on just reading it, to my own surprise, and I had to sit and think about why: it wasn't the erotica itself, it wasn't the descriptions. No. ...all that power... Let's face it: in a D/s relationship, it's the sub/slave that makes the rules. A sub can decide to walk out if they don't agree to the contract at any point. They can decide what they want to do, and why. They may follow the rules with head bowed, but they're completely aware all they need to do is show a bit of leg, or a glance beneath lashes filmed with tears and the Master is foaming at the mouth. When I was the Mistress, I enjoyed the powertrip more than the means to the end with my husband - how many submissives do you know will pour wax over themselves over and over again when you say "Show me how much you love me?" I'm not talking tapers - pillar candles. BEESWAX candles. My husband poured the wax of 12 candles onto his chest, howling, and yet, he still did it, over and over again, until I stopped handed them to him. He said it really did his head in to do that to himself, but for me, I was utterly convinced I'd never let him go, solely because he did that for me. Without even realising it, while I had the power to tell him to do that to himself, his obedience made me HIS slave. I've never ever thought of myself as a submissive person by any stretch. I don't think I could give so much up, so much of who I am to be molded by someone else - and then cast aside when something better comes along. I don't think I could ever trust anyone like that, in any way. But then I just had a read of my "fantasy" for my profile, and it came as a bit of a shock that, in essence, it sounds rather "submissive". Everything planned for me (as apparently you can't be dominant and want to be cherished). But what I enjoy about that sort of fantasy is the anticipation that builds until the man cannot stand it any longer and must obey his nature. It's given me something to think about. The power to bend a man's mind like that... I'm almost envious. I hope she's enjoying it. |
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