slavedesires -> RE: Gift or not.... (6/30/2005 6:26:41 PM)
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Once again i will throw this out, it is from b.com We like it. Altho who we are is the gift given, ourselves and who we are. to the other.... gifts are NOT conditional. This is a forgotten fact. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Submission, as they say, is a gift. Suppose, instead of giving herself to me, my lover gave me a cd player. Suppose the cd player did not work; and suppose I never tried to get it repaired. She'd think I didn't value that gift very much, wouldn't she? When she gives me something, she wants to see me enjoy it, she wants to see that I value it enough to keep it behaving properly. The gift is her. Her heart, her mind, her skin. Slowly I will weave a silken net around her, a net made of rules, rules made of authority: the authority an owner has over a gift he adores. If she struggles within the net, if she breaks a rule, she will be punished; this is not easy for me, but it is my commitment. It is my gift, this dominance. If I let her get away with breaking my rules, she'll feel that I don't value the gift she's given me. I spell out the structure of rules she needs to follow, and the rules become a silken net, and within this net she knows exactly how to behave in order to please me. The animal that knows how to be pleasing is a happy animal; this structure, so explicit, and tight as shibari, is also my gift to her. With ruthless efficiency I will work to keep my lover in a hungry, sexualized mode of obedience, as the air around her is charged with electricity and danger. I want her to feel held, I want her to feel loved; yet I will also be swift, dominant, brutal and uncompromising, training her to serve me as I want, to love and adore me, and punishing her expediently. I don't do this out of unkindness, I don't do this out of fear. I am what I am because I know of no more powerful way to love a woman than this. ~~~Themistokles
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