RRafe -> RE: Breaking a sub/slave? (10/25/2007 10:15:27 PM)
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ORIGINAL: SixFootMaster I'd say from her post that there was a lasting effect. quote:
But I was then *His* and will always have a soft spot for him because of what he made me I wouldn't say it was a complete breaking, but it was a definite letting go and yeilding of the will. Edited to add: What is being broken here is resistance. Well it sounds like it was just a temporary break and what was broken was later unbroken and her will came back since they "have both moved on". So where's the lasting effect? I dont see letting go and yeilding to the will the same as being broken. My slave has been yeilding to my will since before we had our first meeting and I didnt have to do a thing to break her. She was whole and unbroken and ready, willing and able to yeild to my will and she still is without me having to do a thing to break her. Why would there be a need to break a slave's resistance? If she's resistant to yeilding to her master's will and to serve what kind of slave is she? Who wants a resistant slave? If he had ever asked me to stay I would have; I was his at that time. Now I have become attached to others and have submitted enough to others that I would not have hurt them to return to him. However, at the time this happened, it was really casual play. I suppose a friends-with-benefits, but in the BDSM realm. He was involved with someone else, is currently married to his collared sub (wasn't married then, nor was she collared). I also do not mainly identify as a slave but more of a submissive instead. I know that I don't give in completely in all fashions and would be horrible at 24/7 TPE (unless for just a weekend, etc...) so breaking me was not to break me into a slave. I wonder if he ever realized that I would have been his slave without a shadow of a doubt, at that time... I never had the courage to tell him what it meant to me. And as I have said that I have moved on, I certainly won't tell him at this point in my life because I'm looking for someone myself, not a foolish grasp into the past of someone I cared for years ago. But at least you know there is the possibility. Here is the closest that I have found-from past experiences of similar intensity. Barriers to transparency were broken. The aftercare in this is critical. THAT is the time the walls are not just down-but in shattered bits. And that damned near anything I am curious about-any admission I want to have made-is open for my grasp. BUT-I need to be in a zen like enough state to not overlay my expectations and desires on top of that. I look for the base, the bedrock. The animal core from which all else arises-there I find real truth. And once that has been opened, and I have the way to inhale that-everything changes-there is no going back. And I'll tell you this much. It's never about power-I've never felt so humble-as to simply reach out an cup in my hands-the soul of another person.
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