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vivian1000 -> Valentine From a Sub in Pgh…or Reflections From the Girl Who Thought She Was a Sub (2/14/2010 11:17:35 AM)
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It seems a mass valentine is in order here. I’ve been on this site for a few weeks now and I’ve experienced many interesting things and people in my quest to find out what my submissive nature was really all about. A single night from a Dom who gave me my first proper spanking, yes…he definitely deserves a valentine. He’s a man who knew I was frightened but dizzy with anticipation, who spanked me hard and shortly after starting, in a completely different voice entirely, whispers to me, “remember this is consensual and you tell me if you need me to stop” then there’s the softest kiss on my back before he goes right back to spanking me as hard as I’ve always wanted. Yes, indeed, what a fine valentine he was. How about the psychologically sophisticated Dom who spent two weeks showing me his version of the lifestyle? Oh, it was completely intoxicating…there were moments that I would have given him everything I had, everything, if only to thank him for helping me to say the unspoken…things unspoken for years. In the end, because he was quite skilled at showing me how this life could be, I was able to see that it wasn’t for me. Not 24/7 anyway. I was shocked to find that all I really needed was something much simpler…a man to push my limits, ask me for more, but only in the bedroom. Can’t we be equal in between playtimes? I don’t know if that’s possible…where does a girl find someone who is just really kinky and wants to be in control in the bedroom most of the time. Oh, I know, how about a switch. It’s certainly time for a valentine for the sweet switch who says he’d been in the BDSM scene for years and finally learned that it’s best just to tell everyone who tries to fit you into their D/s box to just fuck off. What…you mean, I should be myself and just wait to find someone that would match my desires? But what about the experienced Dom who insisted there was no box for me…no one who wanted what I wanted. Ah…just more mind fucking, I get it now. But cheers, too, to the stranger from across the country who writes a simple email telling me to never let anyone tell me how submissive I should be…that’s only for me to decide. You dear sweet nameless friend…thank you. So, here I am, on this Valentine’s Day, sans a true single valentine…but I have so much more…a new perspective, understanding of myself and the opportunity to meet some of the coolest people anywhere.
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