ownedgirlie
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~ FR ~ Truly fascinating, the direction this has turned. Wowser! To .the dark., Chewsie, beth, adaddysgirl, IrishMist...and anyone else on that same plane - I applaud what you are saying. I am extremely careful about what I put out here, because I've watched the prop-witch-hunt repeatedly on these boards, and because frankly I don't have the kind of stamina she has to keep spreading the message. And adaddysgirl, my Master has been called a piece of shit, an abuser, and far worse, both on these boards and in private email, for what little I have revealed about our relationship. It's funny to me, in an odd sort of way, that if a race car driver dies from an awful crash, or a stunt pilot takes a fateful explosive plunge to the ground, the general consenus is, "Well he died doing what he loved." A dangerous, high risk career in which obtaining life insurance must surely be a bitch, but if he dies doing it, and his odds are much higher at dying an early death than say a school teacher, he died doing what he loved, isn't that awesome, let's all light candles and call him a hero. But if I died at my Master's hand, in an ultimate state of bliss, having lived as I've never lived before...well let's call the cops, haul his ass in jail and stamp VICTIM in 120 point font all over my headstone. You know that scenario I wrote about in other threads about safewords, where I explained I thought my ankle was breaking so I screamed out "ankle!" a bunch of times? The thought that was running through my head at the time was not "Oh dear god stop cuz you're breaking my ankle" It was "I wonder if he'll let my ankle break, and if so, how long I'll be on crutches" There are "immoral" and "illegal" and "unethical" and "dangerous" risks he exposes me to periodically. He is aware of the risk. He prefers to not damage or kill me. But he knows that some of what he does is dangerous and edgy. Hey I'll jump out of an airplane with a parachute...well when I do what he subjects me to, he is my parachute, and if something malfunctions, then you can all say I died doing what I loved to do. So call me crazy. Maybe I am. But I'm living life to its fullest, and enjoying every minute of it!
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