Dastan
Posts: 148
Joined: 12/13/2008 From: Barranquilla city, Colombia Status: offline
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I realize I shouldn't post two separate topics on the same section, but this just struck me as I was reviewing my own experience within the web and some experiences here and wondering what I was doing right and wrong, to define myself as a Sub/Slave or a mere Bottom to be owned and it hit me. I am at this point somehow ina gray area which leaves me at a loss of words. I have trained myself hard and when i got interested in BDSM, I tried in myself the tortures and trials to see if was good enough. I used tazers and cattle prods, even passed out sometimes and got burns, besides but similar to those caused with cigarrettes, and lashes, cane strokes and such, and trhough stickfighting, I let myself experience different sorts of pain, damage and their effect in my functional parameters. I basically learned how much something hurt ata given level of severity and damage and how much it affected my performance, mentally and physically. Besides self-inflicted pain, I then learned of the existence of some people into the BDSM lifestyle which visited my country and through their experiences shared in our play sessions, which i regard more as field tests and experiments on design and adaptation/conditioning, I discovered how much I enjoyed the power exchange, the surrender and control loss, the submission materialized in victimizationa nd the test of power that lied within martyrization and torture, and pain. I don't even know if I am a Masochist, but I define it more like I did in boxing: to take the hits and pain and use them as if they were spurring me towards my goal faster and harder, to win and defeat my opponent, in this case my frailty and weakness of mind and willpower or body endurance, to break a record, to reach a limit or plant the flag at a peak. I enjoy the challenge, the rush of it all, the victory if it comes or the honest all-out effort of letting myself go to the max and best of myself. Now, my personality is something different. I am strong, and I don't back down. Most people tell me that I am kind of playful but cold, distant but caring, and they usually tell me my tone and voice, although polite and smooth as a Buckingham palace's butler when addressing Royals, is firm and commanding like an order come from a General at the trench frontline of a heated battle. I can say that I could submit easily to a woman I loved, to serve her, to please her, to prove her my worth, and all things, but mostly for love, for the sheer inner satisfaction you get out of doing your best and your most for someone you love and her sake, her confort or interests no matter if you don't even like it or it's not that good for your own interests, if you must sacrifice or lose. But my inherent problem is that as I have heard from friends in the lifestyle, they say that I am the same as a tiger as house pet: as obedient as I can be, as trained as I can get, i'll always bee to strong to control fully and although I won't ever bite nor growl to the hand that feeds, pampers and punishes me, I am something else for the rest of the world, and that just like a Lady mounted on a prize stallion, she can easily hold the reigns and wield whip and spurs to make him obey and carry her over or anything and anyone she adds to his load, but the rest of the world will most likely have to watch out so it doesn't get trampled under it's hoofs or kicked down if the steed gets startled or provocked by something around him, so it worries me a little to know what I am. Maybe I am not submissive enough, no matter what for my nature has always been to fight, to win, to build and to control the forces of nature, as my culture's history proves and I am not a switch because with God as my witness, I can't boss around a Lady. I can be strong and Dominant and take charge, when the situationc alls for it, I can submit for her and all ladies as I believe women superior, but if need be, I'll force myself onto the helm of the ship and against all protests, deaf to all orders, I'll turn it around off its course if that prevents us from crashing against the shore rocks. My people's definition of love's sacrifice is "to do what is best for the sake of the person you love, even if such action turns out to be the worst for yours and makes her hate you for doing it" so that means I can one day just ignore orders or break rules and sort of mutiny against my Lady, the captain of the ship, to steer it away from the rocks she doesn't see, even if I hang for it. What does that make me ?
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