tombeange
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It's been said already but I have to express my liking of this thread. Many have listed things that make them feel owned that I would have given as my answer almost word for word. Such as him using me/fucking me/demanding i ride/fuck/ suck/massage etc and so on when I have absolutely no desire to. I want to fight it, I want to tell him/beg him to stop. I want to look him right in the eye and say, "Look Mister, I'm not in the mood right now,". Alas, I do as I am expected/ordered to do. I start off hating it and end up with a strong sense of being owned, and I adore the feeling. I adore giving in when I don't want to, when he knows I don't want to. Just for the sake of his pleasure. Which leads me another posters reply that I associate with as well. He knows that I love it. He knows what I need, when I need it and how I need it, long before I ever figure out what I want/need for myself! My gods, is that an amazing, comforting, warm fuzzy feeling! To know that you have given yourself completely to one that knows exactly what to do with you. "I love you more today than yesterday and I will love you more tomorrow than I do today," seems to sum it up very well. I compare it to the first time I realized that falling in love is not a one time thing. I am always so shocked by how deeper I fall. I can hardly believe that I love him more and more each day. I've thought to myself time and time again that it seems possible to love him more than I do right now. quote:
ORIGINAL: lighthearted it's that moment when he says, "shut up", and I do. it basically does boil down to doing something I would never consider doing, but for him... and for myself, not even wanting to do it, but just doing it. Yep, that one does it for me as well. quote:
ORIGINAL: Delphinus There was one time when we were having an argument of sorts. The air was very heavy between us. We were both miserable and the gray cloud just wasn't lifting. Then he told me to go in the bedroom. I didn't want to - I wanted to resist on every level - I was even angry with him, as I thought it was very much not the time for anything sexual. I thought we needed to talk it out on a one-on-one, save our loving relationship kind of way. I grudged, and I was angry, and I was kind of thinking "how dare he?" Of course, I did it. And we went in the bedroom and he made love to me and it was the deepest lovemaking experience I've ever had - no bondage or spanking or humiliation or general kinkiness that I love so much. Just him and me, having the most intense and (dare I say?) vanilla-like sex we've ever had. I think I felt so owned because at that time, there was no "BDSM", no CollarMe, no symbols, no limits, no implements...it was just a man taking his woman...a man making the decision to change the situation how he saw fit. There wasn't a bit of kink about it, yet it was a pivotal moment in our D/s relationship. Couldn't have said it better. I have experienced this almost word for word, yesterday in fact! Beautiful and passionate, thank you for sharing. :) I must also add that when we are in public and he puts his hand on the small of my back, or has a tight hold of the back of my neck while we are walking makes me feel deliciously owned. He does it randomly and it turns my insides to mush. Sorry if this is rambled and jumbled but it *is* 6am and I am sleep deprived :P
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