sanita -> RE: The Gift of Tears...? (6/3/2005 9:26:18 AM)
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that no matter what they are beautiful in my eyes. There is nothing lovelier to me than a submissive with tears coursing down their face, eyes red and swollen, body heaving with sobs. It's erotic because they are shedding them for me, for something I've done, for reaching a point where they just totally surrender to me and my will. a couple of months ago, i was punished rather roughly, it was a physical punishment, and my first to that extent. now, i rarely think of myself as particularly pretty, much less beautiful, and when i am crying, i certainly feel like a blotchy mucousy mess. but there are times when i see myself through my Master's eyes, and i just kind of get it. when He was punishing me, i was not aware of myself, but i knew the pain, i knew i was crying, and i knew i was perspiring (shrink wrap was involved), and other than that, i was just trying to obey His orders... the ones that sank in. He took some pictures of me during this punishment, with my digital camera. i had to load these pictures when i got home, and send them to Him. a few, in particular... the look on my face was pleading, my eyes were just brimming with the tears that had not yet spilled out, my face was red and my hair was damp and wild. i saw these pictures, i actually whispered to Him on the phone... "i look kind of pretty like that. " He was rather pleased that i caught a glimpse of what He sees. wow. it still sounds foreign to me, to think or say those words, but what a world! fourpeas, i don't know why They drink in our tears this way. i don't know why they need to hit that place... to go there... maybe they just need to touch it once, so they know where it is. for a Dom/me to be able to push that button, to know where the wounds are... oh i am not making much sense. ok, if He knows where your boiling point is, where that place that hurts you so much is, and you still trust Him with that knowlege, that power... there is a gift there. it is also His gift to you, is it not? to be able to sort of flush those wounds. to get the festering anger and pain out? apparently, it is the intimacy and vulnerability that makes the bond. Kindred's post about the beauty really got to me. to further your reflection, who is really the one giving the gift? good luck.
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