AriakeRattus -> RE: So what causes Y/your Switch? (2/22/2007 12:40:25 AM)
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To start, both my Daddy and I are switch. I am mainly submissive, though there do come the lovely times when he curls up with his head on my leg and stares up at me with the best innocent look he can manage, and then we hand off our roles for a while. Tis a lovely thing, a true switch relationship. Before He came along, I was a very fiery little female. I had never once been submissive to anyone, not even in long past relationships. Then he came along, and I found a sense of security and satisfaction I had never before experienced until becoming his little girl. I am not naturally submissive. I like to be in control, I like power, though I am not one to abuse it. I had always been in control as so to speak until he came and (literally) swept me of my feet. I find myself to be more dominating when I feel the need to protect and care for someone. I have a compulisve urge to tend to them, to hold them when they are scared, to direct them when needed, and I get the greatest since of satisfaction when I sit down and they lay their head across my lap, when I can watch them and see subtle behaviours that only I understand. It's the little things that really get me. I aldo have noticed that I am far more dominant with women. I can be a bit of a bitch around over cocky, sex driven males, though it's not a trend. As far as being submissive, it generally comes to me when I want to be taken care of. No relationship before has given me this, and to be able to give myself completely to someone, in absolute love and trust, is what turns that submissive switch. Once turned, it becomes a undeniable, overwhelming urge to please the one who is taking care of me. To do whatever possible to please, and in a sense, care for my Daddy. There is not a more soothing set of sounds than "Good girl, I love you." For me, it's more about the emotional levels, than the s&m involved, though I do enjoy the blunt pain of Daddys thick red oak paddle. I personally don't like any play anvolving sharp objects, it does nothing for me, I prefer blunt pain. However He loves blade play, anything sharp really. When we switch, it does give us a chance to revel in the types of things we like. It depends honestly, on how we are feeling and what we want. I could just as quickly find myself at his feet, untying him, handing him his blade and asking permission to get a drink, just as quickly as he could go from scolding me to sitting at my feet purring "Yes mam" into my thigh.
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