RippedTwisted2
Posts: 14
Joined: 10/27/2007 From: upstate, NY Status: offline
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Ok, well... I feel that I was a sub until the moment I gave my consensual non-consent. By doing so I have in effect given him my full consent (years ago, now) to do anything to me he wishes INCLUDING killing me in a worst case senario, where I were to leave him and there was no other way for him to get me back to my knees (figuratively speaking). I am often given some choices as to an activity I would prefer over another... my opinions are considered and I am not without decision making capability within our lives together... but final word is his and I have consented to anything he chooses to do to me or with me, and my current opinion or view on any such thing may be taken into account, but there is no "no" that I can utter, no sincere begging I can do, no safe word which will affect whatever outcome he chooses. The day I consented to never again have the option of refusing his will, is the day I feel I became a slave. For us, it isn't about who does what around the house, or what verbal name we might refer to each other as, depending on the situation. It's not about my collar, it's not about how much pain I can take or anything so trivial. It is about having NO way out. NONE. It's about being raped, which is not rape because I gave my consent years ago...no matter that it's misery at that moment. It's about being beaten and having no safe word...nothing but my body language to tell him if I'm in trouble, and sometimes body language fails and I am hurt badly... but I consented to it...If he chose to loan me or sell me, I would go where he chose, though my heart would be broken. This is just my opinion, but I would not feel that I am a slave if there were any sort of "out clause". I do feel though that it bears mentioning that I am NOT particularly submissive! I want to be, I try to be... but thus far (13 years in)...I'm sad to say...I'm not.... I am merely owned property with no escape... rebellious at times, perfectly reprehensible at times, but in the end I am always beaten down into the dirt where I belong and am most fullfilled. And even in my most rebellious, nasty snits I would never consider trying to get out of the relationship. There is nothing in the world that would keep him from finding me and dragging me back. I know, I know to some this may sound abusive and not consensual at all.... but I knew what I was doing when I gave him my consensual non-consent. This is what I want and need. What happens to me, is based on my own actions and/or his decision of how to deal with whatever I've done... or simply for his pleasure and desire. Whatever. I am his slave until death.
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"I came into your world, and kicked you in the mind, and I'm the only witness to the nature of my crime" "He was born dead and just got older"
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