tsatske
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Joined: 3/9/2007 From: Louisville, KY Status: offline
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Some that a few others have mentioned: being slapped in the face does it fast. Having my hair pulled, also. The sight of a belt being pulled through the belt loops of jeans used to do it, but Master reserves his belt for discipline, which has sort of broken that one. Sitting at his feet. A mention, suggestion or promise of what is to come or might be to come, sometimes can do it. That certain tone of voice, or look. making me beg, telling me no. I kiss his feet every morning and every night, but being given the oppertunity to worship at his feet more extensively will send me into deep, deep subspace. the snap of steel closing around me - shackles, handcuffs, and, for whatever crazy reason, thumbcuffs most of all. Being told to 'shut up' or called a bitch, ect. Interesting, because outside of a consentual M/s relationship, I do NOT tolerate the word 'shut up' at all, I consider it the singular most vulgar word in the English language, with the exception of words used as derogatories aimed at any particular group. In general, anything that carries with it that feeling of being 'put in my place'. Even the act of wearing clothes that Master has selected for me which are vastly different than what I would select for myself. I wear pink so often - a color I declared off limits long ago and NEVER wore before becoming his; that at the last munch, when I was wearing a wine colored skirt and a white sweater, someone mentioned my not having on any pink <grin>. His hand softly at my back when we are out shopping. oh, my goodness, a million things. It's amazing I am ever in my right mind.
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