|
DefinitivelyDom -> Perceptions (9/24/2008 7:47:29 PM)
|
Perceptions.
Initial impressions that are hard to change.
When I share these thought I go by what the percentages are...
Knowing there will always be those rare exceptions.
I always question those who insist on being refered to as ’Master’, or feel the need to identify themselves as a Master... Same is true for submissives.
Again, going with the percentages there...
Anybody can self annoint themselves as anything they want to.
Even more so in the cyberworld.
I’m well aware of the fact that I too am not exempt from being percieved in some personally preferential fashion that may contradict who I really am.
Presenting an image doesn’t make one that image.
Yet so many people are able to manipulate themselves in a fashion to create an image that they wish to present themselves as being...
Actors.
There are a lot of actors out there.
The better they act?
The better they are able to convince.
By the amounts of people they are able to convince?
They gain a false sense of credibility.
I’ve stayed away from the social networks that cater to this lifestyle.
I don’t go to munches.
And when I have?
I see a lot of actors.
Both submissive ones, and Dominant ones.
I will share a story here.
I went to a munch in Chicago some time ago.
Because I showed up in My comfortable cargo shorts, sandals, and Tommy Bahama silk shirt instead of the popularly acceptable, and expected leathers.
I had a lil girl submissive come up to Me and state that;
"I don’t look like a Dom!"...
"Well what the fuck does a Dom look like little clueless girl actor?", I asked.
In contrast.
At another munch I had attended...
I had just arrived, and I was speaking with the host.
I was wearing pretty much the same outfit as described above.
The host walked away, and left Me on My own at the snack table.
When I turned around to join in?, I was BAM!, face to face with 3 little subbie girls.
They were looking at Me like they saw a ghost they couldn’t believe seeing.
One of them stepped up and exclaimed?,
"You’re real!, aren’t You?"
Looking at Me in awe like I was the 1st one that they’ve ever been in front of.
I had not said a word up to that point.
They had no way, other than My presence, to make such a determination.
Well her Dom, and the other 2 subbies Doms?, over-heard that statement she made, immediately approached and grabbed each of their respective girls only to haul them out of the room never to be seen again for the rest of the evening.
They were shamed by what was the subliminal insinuation that they were not real.
Their actions proved them not to be real.
Yet I learned that they were considered to be 3 of the most reputable Dominants in the area.
And I just popped their balloons without having said one word.
The host sat back watching all of this with a great big laugh and chuckle.
He knew who I was.
It’s that kind of constant hypocrisy that is presented at these lifestyle social events that have kept Me away.
Word has it that they have never returned to that group.
Nor have I.
I present Myself with a specific intentions...
Those who could relate to My intent are not found on the shelves at Walmart.
Myspace is a self-promotional tool.
And I’ll use whatever tools that are available to promote My awareness, preferences, beliefs, and intents.
My abilities, and experience in this lifestyle had been learned, and gained, in a more exclusive underground environment.
It was about sharing the same ideals, interests, and intents.
It was about sharing different skill sets, abilities, and strengths.
We had a Shibari guy.
We had a guy who pushed the taboos.
We had a guy who liked his machines, and tools.
And I was the mindfuck who coordinated, and directed the scenes to be lived out at any gathering we shared.
The ’Master’mind. The Engineer.
We were all sadists.
As much as we legally could be.
With our 3 limits.
No shit, No kids, No reasons to dial 911.
It wasn’t about building, posing, or posturing images and personas in an effort to get noticed.
Because of the way I was brought into, and mentored in this lifestyle?
It has been rather hard for Me to become part of it again.
Too hardcore with My respect for the ’Definitive’ expectations within D/s.
Too appreciative, and respectful, of the ’Definitive’ results realized.
Unable to jeopardize My integrity by conforming to any lesser expectation.
It was a pretty 19yr. old girl, that I had befriended when I was 24, who looked at Me one day and announced to Me that I was going to be her "Master"...
And I had no clue what the fuck she was refering to.
She did not teach Me how to be her Master.
That would’ve been hypocritical.
But she did do the leg work needed to get us involved with the right people.
She sensed in Me what the 3 subbies in the story above had sensed.
I was so naturally Dominant that I wasn’t even aware of it.
A calm confidence.
Charisma, Charm, and My ability to say what I felt.
Even if it wasn’t so nice.
I learned.
Within 3yrs. My Mentor Titled Me as a "Master".
Yet it was not until 2yrs later that I became comfortable with that title.
He had to convince Me that My skills had exceeded his own on so many levels.
He was a technician.
Knew all the ropes, and the machines, and a girls responses to them.
I learned those from him.
Although I prefer simple velcro restraints over ropes anyday.
Fast, safe, and easy. Velcro. Not just for backpacks anymore.
*Grins*
He made Me understand that I had an ability that he never had, nor ever will.
I had that Charisma.
That Charm.
That Integrity.
That ability to intrigue them with a look, while frightening them with the same look.
The ability to draw them in with an intoxicating presence.
I’ve watched girls knees buckle as soon as they enter My personal space.
I’ve seen their words stumble, and mumble, because of hot flashes in their head.
I’ve seen them look at their shoes in self shame when their eyes locked onto mine in a way that we both knew I could make them do anything I wanted them to, and that they’d love every minute of it.
I saw those same eyes rise as I lifted their faces by their chins with My index finger.
When their eyes again connected with Mine?
It was with a plea to do whatever I wanted to them.
It was a plea to make them do what they had only imagined, and fantacized about up to that point.
Girls have naughty, nasty fantasies.
Truly more naughtier, nastier, and taboo than the majority of men do.
Stupid Men would never suspect how perverse women actually are.
So much suppression will lead to the desire of so much more freedom.
Freedom to pursue those naughty, nasty, taboos of their dreams.
They are frustrated for not having found the one who has stepped up and guided then to the potential their hearts really desire.
They have a hard exteriors that are protecting real fragile interiors.
That tough exterior can be percieved as being a ’brat’ with their self-preserving resistance.
Yet their desire is all about one who they can trust completely with the task of breaking them of that resitistance, while channeling their strengths into positive results that they would be proud of.
That’s something we all want.
That’s My Perception.
It will not change.
|
|
|
|
