chiaThePet
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ORIGINAL: BossyShoeBitch oops. ok so my earlier post stated that I was assuming you were talking about Doms and female subs. If I am to be completely honest, I think that when you are talking about Dommes and male subs, there is more of a potential for an authority shift. It's very interesting how the whole thought process changes when one switches the genders around.. I'd like to hear more details about your mindset during the experience as compared to your mindset afterwards.. Dear BossyShoeBitch, i really wasn't asking of one over the other, but it is interesting that You feel the Dynamic has a better chance of shifting if it is a Domme. Do You feel they are weaker of resolve, or perhaps as Women might fall into the romanticized sexual submissive postion? i'm not saying this is so, but it seems to be what is inferred here, forgive me if i am wrong. As for my own experience, it involved a Dom, (yes Ladies and germs, the pet is a bisexual, if such causes severe palpatations to your little hearts, look away, for the love of God, look away) After several communications, we agreed to meet and it was implied it would be a meeting of a sexual nature at some point or another. He was leather clad, somewhat the stereotype, but i was attracted to the whole package. (pun intended) We spoke for a while and "i" moved things along and asked if He would like to get more comfortable. He was willing, (yes i thought, i get sex today) and proceeded to stand and reach down to remove his boot. i sprang from the chair to my knees in front of him and gently took his hand from his boot and placed it on my shoulder for leverage. i then proceeded to lift his leg and begin removing his boot all the while saying,"Your submissives don't take very good care of You now do they?" i gazed up at Him with my batting puppy blue eyes, and the look on his face was priceless. i had completely caught him off guard and i knew at that moment, He was mine. i'll spare You the naughty details, but it continued as "i" desired beginning with my second look which traveled from His eyes to the crotch before me, then back to His eyes, then.....You get the picture, i know what i got. The entire episode was directed by me, how i wanted it to go, what i wanted to do and how i wanted to do it. i even directed that which i desired of Him in interaction with me. At the time it was working for me, i was getting "just" what i wanted, didn't have to do a thing for it but bat my puppy blue eyes. i celebrated after He left, content in the afterglow. As time passed however, i realized i simply had sex with this Man, the sex i desired to have at the moment. i was satisfied in the sense that i "got" some, but i lost that sense of submission as i reflected. i controlled everything that day, the place, the time, the drinks, the flow and application, i submitted to nothing beyond removing His boots and dropping His leathers, nothing as He might have required of me. This may have simply worked for Him, an easy "getting off" scenerio that didn't take any effort on his part. Leading up to such, He had been all strict and demanding, very Authorative in His demeaner of approach, but rushing to his boot seemed to knock the Dom right out of him, go figure. Understand that my unhappiness doesn't come from the sex, hell, i like sex. But in the course of, i lost that submissive sense in which i find the greatest pleasure. At the time i was seemingly enjoying running the show, now i feel as though i was simply watching someone else from the sideline. i was there, but it wasn't really me as i know i am. Make sense? Now i feel like i have to be very, very careful in my approach to a Dominant, don't want to screw things up and be left running the show again. "Ah, i'll get us a drink, go ahead and take Your boots off, i'll be right back." chia* (the pet)
< Message edited by chiaThePet -- 7/17/2007 8:50:36 PM >
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