LadyPact
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Don't ask Me why, but this thread has made Me want to speak on the topic. Please understand that this is one femdom's perspective. It may not be the right one, but it is My experience. My first slave is no longer in this realm. Years ago, he took his own life when he was not collared to Me. I stood at his casket and cried. I cried for the pain he felt because of and for the world that didn't understand him as a male that was different. I cried because, foolishly, I felt as a Dominant, I did not protect him. I cried because, regardless of role, a life was extinguished. I cried because it was painful and it hurt. I can't make this post without mentioning that Mister Pact was there with Me that day. Years later, I had to tell him the significance of that particular boy in that casket. That he had been the first to offer himself to Me. There's a whole other story behind that. The point is, there is someone in My life who knows what the face of death of a slave looks like in My eyes. Life is a series of meetings and partings. One of the ways that we part is death. Many of us in this lifestyle have experienced it. Those of us who have are at your local group, sitting across from you at the table at a munch, and some of us are even on random discussion boards. My advice to you is the same as with many other topics. Trust, but verify. Please tread delicately. The topic of the death of someone who was once on the other side of the kneel should be dealt with in grace. I've explained it poorly, but I hope you hear Me. In ways, I hope michael hears Me, too.
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