CallaFirestormBW -> RE: Take Me to Your Leader (7/24/2008 8:00:46 AM)
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ORIGINAL: subtee While I recognize Dominants are not hard-wired for absolute self-assuredness in all things, why would a Dominant worry about how the outward expression of his or her dominance is received? Who is leading? Honestly, I've been called a 'cold hard bitch' for it, but I really -don't- worry how things I do will be perceived by a submissive-type person. Either we're a good fit for one another or we're not... that includes me being completely -me-... including my interest in participating in intensity-rich experiences. (Just as an example, yesterday I participated as the 'victim' in a non-consentual 'drowning' scenario, courtesy of Sclitterbahn Water Park -- AMAZING experience -- life flashing before my eyes, and a GORGEOUS chocolate-brown hand reaching into the rapids to pull me out, attached to the most incredible eyes I've ever seen! Yes, I'd do it again in a heartbeat!) On a purely academic level, I -am- curious how the 'other side' sees these things, if only because, even when I was on 'the other side', I don't think I saw things the way others who are more naturally flexible in that area did. I was a resistant, inflexible servant -- I had hard, strict, and rigidly enforced rules -- but as a creature of Chaos, that was the only way to manage me -- consistency. I get the feeling (though I've never been sure) that people who are naturally resiliant in the wake of dominance-applied pressure may see the world through a lens that I am intensely curious about, but may never understand. Because of this, I often ask my own servants (and listen with avaricious greed on the boards as other submissive-types talk) about their thoughts and feelings and about the things that impact their sense of yielding. No matter how much information I gather, though, I don't think that it will change my basic nature. If bowing to the House and spending 4 years in abject slavery didn't do it, then I'm pretty sure I'll remain bossy, demanding, and with excruciatingly high expectations... and fondly attracted to sharp objects, the metallic-crisp-sweet smell of blood, and the thick sweet-char smell of branded human flesh. Calla Firestorm
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