Stephann
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Joined: 12/27/2006 From: Portland, OR Status: offline
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I happen to adore deciding what we're really going to do for dinner. I doubt I'd get as excited over a fantasy meal. Reality is, and means, a few odd things. In reality, charlotte could (if she had to) find a way to get her collar removed, probably within the span of time it takes from now (2pm) until the time she usually comes home (5:30pm.) She could declare she's no longer my slave, that she's not interested in being with me, and would I please gather the few things I have in her apartment and car, and leave before she calls the police. That's reality. Yet, in reality, that would mean she no longer gets to enjoy the things we do together, laugh with me about silly trivial things, she'll never see me (and probably anyone else) flog Fitzwilliam (her teddy bear) as she giggles and shrieks, nor be able to enjoy a couple hours of music at our favorite bar. It means she turns her back on things that we do for fun; thus, I find the nature of our relationship to be every bit as 'real' as the things any other real couple does after work, in their play time. So where does the fantasy start? Where does it end? Is she legally my slave? No. But she is, in practice, my slave. That's real enough for me. Stephan
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