BitaTruble
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Joined: 1/12/2006 From: Texas Status: offline
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~FR~ I'm pretty tired, so not sure that I'll be able to coherently explain my thoughts, but here it goes. I might regret this in the morning. ::grins:: I'm not very submissive but in the presence of great power, I am in awe of that power and that manifests in the desire to serve, to submit, at times to beg to be allowed to remain in the presence of that power and I'm willing to go pretty far for it. I will be obedient and loyal hoping that the possessor of that power will keep me around so I can bask in the wonder of it. Sometimes that brings on a battle with my intellect either because the man holding that power isn't right for me, is unavailable to me, is unknown to me or whatever other reason there may be so I have to put those emotions/desires/wants etc. to feed on that power on a tight leash so it doesn't overwhelm the rest of 'me' or worse, suck someone else dry like a vampire and leave them powerless trying to feed me. That's the last thing I would want to happen in a relationship with someone for whom I care. I know it would be quite easy to lose myself in it and as I have an addictive personality, it could lead to an unhealthy addiction or consequences with which I don't care to deal. I'm not always successful at keeping a rein on it though and twice that resulted in me being collared to a man who had that power (in the second case I mistook his physical beauty for power and I think he did, too) but just wasn't right for me. Third time, though.. that was a charm. His power had me from the get go but he wanted me to want more than just his power, so he put us on a slow pace and we built a foundation together, brick by brick because he wanted something that would last, not burn out with its brillance and most importantly, he wanted to make sure that I wasn't just a power junkie, but that I had matured enough and grown enough in my own power that I would recognize his humanity and not expect god-like strength and wisdom from him. Turns out, that worked really well for us. I think, in the end, power evokes certain feelings of longing in me that manifest in the desire to submit to it and the end result is that I submit to the holder of that power because that's what feels most comfortable to me. Power makes me feel safe, secure, cuddled, hugged ... things that were never part of my life and which are so appreciated by me now so I guess that submission brings out that inner child that missed those things growing up because that sort of power makes me feel smaller (although, weirdly, not really any younger) and dropping to my knees seems to level the way I feel with how much of a view I have from that position. When I feel two feet tall in the face of power, I *am* two feet tall when I'm on my knees so it balances things for me and keeps my slight case of OCD and need for symmetry content. If this makes a lick of sense, ya'll are probably drinking too much. ::grins:: My eyes are almost closed.. I can't even proof-read because I can't see and by the time I wake up it will be too late to edit typos or missing words so this is what it is. Good night!
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"Oh, so it's just like Rock, paper, scissors." He laughed. "You are the wisest woman I know."
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