littlesarbonn -> RE: Objectification by "submissives" (4/4/2006 8:12:10 PM)
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ORIGINAL: WhiteRadiance How many Dominant Women feel that they have been treated as an object by a submissive? Most of the submissives I meet seem to care more about the image the title "Domme" conjures up than the real person. Unfortunately this pertains to those I know and love. Does anyone else feel this way or am I just a voice in the wilderness? Staci I'm not surprised this happens all of the time. It just means there are a lot of people who aren't really submissives but are in it for the personal satisfaction they can achieve at the expense of the dominant. Rather than go through the "expected real submissive response" that consists of me saying, oh, I'm not that way, and therefore you should see people like me, I thought I'd rather just share a little story with ya, cause it kind of sets the mood for why sometimes even the sincere submissives give up. You see, I came across a woman in a femdom organization to which I was a long term member, and she indicated an interest in me. She already knew me and my background, so she knew I was already sincere. She decided that she wanted to break into the relationship slow. So, it was usually jeans and comfortable clothing for her most of the time, and I had little problem with that. I've said so many times before that I'm all about serving the significant one to whom I pledge myself, not my own fetish desires, regardless of whether or not I actually have any. Well, for months this turned into an interesting NON-bdsm or even D/s relationship. After about four months, she revealed to me that she had come to know me so well that she didn't feel comfortable hurting me or even doing anything domly with me. We shared so many interesting and intimate thoughts together that she thought of me as her "bestest" friend. And that's as far as it would ever go. So, for years after that, she would show up at my place and hang out while she would complain about never finding the right guy. And I let her, mainly because she WAS my friend, and I figured that's all that was ever going to come from that. She ended up marrying some Hollywood insider guy, and that was the last I saw of her. So, I'm kind of left with the thought of "I really don't know what to do in these types of relationships anymore." I really don't. I have very long conversations with my stuffed penguin about it, and he thinks maybe I'm suffering from a vitamin deficiency or something like that, but then again, he's just a stuffed penguin, so he's not really licensed to make such a diagnosis. Stupid penguin.
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