lally2
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ORIGINAL: lally2 i think ive lost faith in myself or at least i think ive lost faith in 'this' as a process or as a means to finding happyness with someone. its a bummer to be honest. i was considerably younger, prettier, slimmer when i first started out on the internet nearly 10 years ago (we all were) - i couldnt find him then, im even less likely to find him now. (My GAWWWD woman....I just looked at your photos....you're fucking hot!) and i wonder at how dignified it is for a woman of my age to be dragged around by her hair or by a collar in a club with next to nothing on. not very. (Prolly not...but you're still fucking hot) maybe ive just reached a cross roads here and i realise that whatever it is im looking for isnt what it used to be. cept, actually it is. i didnt come in search of BDSM then. i came looking for a dominant man who would understand my submissive nature (so sweet). but from that BDSM exploded into my life and became the frank expression of submission and has become more and more so as the years have trickled past. It drives you...occasionally it envelopes you...sometimes you can't even think straight. a subs performance on the bdsm floor seems to have so much more to do with submission than her nature and her desire to simply look up to and respect her partner. It has to do with what you think it has to do with. oddly thats how i started out, trying to find Ds without the BDSM, now im a little bit hooked on BDSM as part of sex and part of the expression between Ds partners but it isnt and it never was the premis in seeking a partner 'here'. You want to be enamored, even as he's deriding you. You want him to find you entrancing, even as he looks away. am i wrong in my conclusion (no) then that this lifestyle or whatever it is, is all about how much pain you can take (yes...you're wrong, that is), how long you can kneel in one position (no), how submissive you are to having youre (your....sorry....I'm a spelling nut) nipples twisted so hard its unbearable. what sort of gobshite (actually never hoid that woid be4....cain't he'p ya) does it make me to be humiliated and objectified and made to struggle to prove my submissive nature. (If that's what floats your boat....why worry about it?) all the hours ive spent struggling with myself, internalising, growing, developing, changing, hankering, trusting, trying, crying, pushing limits, pushing (that's a whole fucking bunch of "ing'ng" ya know?) myself all for the glorious accolade of a 'good girl' pat on the head. someone sent me a cmail today asking me what it is exactly that makes me a slave. damn good question. i suppose the answer is 'depends who im with'. (Always). the thing is that in my heart i am a sub i can be a slave and over the years ive developed a taste for some of the BDSM activities around. but that isnt why im here and it isnt why i started out and so when i get cmails from guys wanting a long list of kinky things from me all i can think to myself is 'oh god, here we go again, the same old boring, one dimensional crap' (and by the way....not to digress but....if you're looking for one dimensional crap.....) so, am i the sum total of my ability to submit to BDSM play?. nope and i never was and yet that seems to be the expectation out there. so im asking you guys, has the simple art of Ds in its simplest format of two people simply being themselves without the trappings of floggers, chains and paddles to express themselves got lost somewhere. im not talking to the absolute exclusion of BDSM, whips and chains but i am talking about the interplay of dominant and submissive natures melding like any other relationship and just being the ying to their yang and symbiotically, naturally just being themselves without effort and protocol slowing it all down. (This almost sounds symbiotic). sorry it went on a bit.. xx right now i look like shite oh and gobshite is an irish word which means idiot, but thank you youve made me really laugh xxx
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So all I have to do in order to serve him, is to work out exactly how improbable he is, feed that figure into the finite improbability generator, give him a fresh cup of really hot tea ... and turn him on!
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