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VivaciousSub -> RE: To pose and dance for Master (10/7/2008 2:32:13 PM)
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ORIGINAL: spook101
Thank you again for the encouragement.
I can assure you, the area is quite safe, no pot holes, and there is a barrier so as not to fall off the bridge. But it will be merely the first of many places to come - weather allowing, of course. My Master had long reassured me that although I may not know where I may be taken, or why, regardless of what I may be wearing, he would always place my safety first, for instance, my Master will soon take me to places where I may be dressed in fetish wear, but would not place ourselves in positions where it would be dangerous by other persons or even by the police. He will take me to places wearing extremelyshort skirts, looking slutty in public, but not in places where I would meet people who I would know or meet again.
On the subject of the 'trust', this is so true, I never considered myself beautiful, perhaps enough to to look pretty if wearing the right dress, but Master encouraged me to apply the appropriate make-up (which may be classed as slutty by others) but in fact I descovered I looked incredable, never before have I looked so good, I trusted in him, and was proved that if I ignore my own lack of confidence and 'listen' upon my Master's encouragement that I literally grow and develop. Still a new relationship, but I have exceeded all that I believed possible with my appearance, and this was before the hood!. He whispered into my ear how could I have ever believed I was not beautiful, as I knelt before him with my hair straightened and down (I always wore my hair up and curly) My confidence grows, my inner thoughts are becoming more possitive about myself. If such changes are made in such short a time, then I cannot imagine what is to come. Even with the hood which covers my head, he guided me to the bathroom,, I looked down ashamed that I would see something hideous, he ordered me to look into the mirror, but what i saw facing the mirror with my collar and my leash - I felt incredablly feminine. Even when my cuffs were hooked to the door-things which hang over to attach the cuffs, when he would whip me with the assortment of toys, I felt so incredable, not because of the BDSM thing, but because of how he created the feeling within me, how I felt about myself.
Something else, something I had not experienced before, when I mumbled (as was wearing a gag) my begging plea for him to stop as I felt had reached a limit, he did not, but continued. I felt for the first time ever - a slave, I did not have the control over myself, He did, and later when we talked, he told me I could have taken much more, and I know I could of done, in fact he expained was going quite light, but in time will learn and gradually take more without any problem - in time. I trusted him, as he had earned it I think, and was proven right to trust him. As a consequence, I am left feeling those feelings slaves crave, I gave him the power of myself over to him and he took it from me leaving me to rely on Him to guide us both.
I know, a mere few steps to what lies ahead, but I have taken great strides, I think. 'Trust', it makes a difference when the person you hold that trust in is worthy of it, and sensible with it too.
sorry, waffled there a little.
I got warm fuzzies reading that, anyone else?! [:)][:)][:)][:)][:)][:)]
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