gypsygrl
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Joined: 10/8/2005 From: new york state Status: offline
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Do you need it, and why, and do you have reasons or is it just because that's the way it is? You already know my answers to these questions, Sir, but I'll post anyway for the sake of discussion. I don't, at this stage of my life, need punishment and am only slightly attracted to it as a means of getting off. We have occasionally done play involving punishment, and sometimes it went well, other times, not so much. If I'm attracted to it at all its as a subset of humiliation play, as in, "I'm being punished?!? How humiliating to be treated like a child!!" Early on, when I was first dabbling in this stuff, I was far more attracted to it, and thought I wanted it as part of any dynamic I would be involved in, but I'm thinking that was before I had the experience to differentiate between what I wanted kink-wise, and what I wanted relationship-wise. I thought they were the same and it took me some time to sort it out. As Sir already said, I am obedience driven--this means I need, above all else, to obey. Its important to me to please Sir, but even more important is obeying him. For the most part, he is pleased by my obedience and pleasing him and obeying him are the same, and there is no conflict. But, in the event of a conflict, I would have to resolve it in the direction of obedience. For example, before I moved in with him almost 2 years ago, he said I was to always "call him on his shit." I have always tried to obey that first order, even when I think its going to piss him off royally and it scares me to make him angry. He generally deals well with my calling him on his shit, but I didn't know this at the beginning and its taken me some time to learn this about him but I obeyed anyway even when I thought doing so would mean all hell would break loose. Anyway, being obedience driven means I obey, albeit not always perfectly seeing as I'm human, and share all the weaknesses and foibles humans share. And, Sir's wise enough to only give orders I can obey without a whole lot of back flipping--He knows he's not a god and isn't so foolish as to think that I can follow any order just because he's given it. He hasn't targeted my coffee addiction or my tobacco addiction via obedience because he understands that addiction isn't the sort of thing to obey orders. Nor does he give orders that are contrary to my personality or beyond my ability--he wants my obedience as much as I do, so hasn't any interest in setting me up for failure. I'm like this in most contexts. If there's a rule, I need to follow it. I'm not a discipline problem at work even though I work at the sort of a job that has a discipline policy surrounding it. Driving would be the exception--I speed, I have a history of not using my seatbelt, I talk on the phone. When it comes to the open road, I'm a veritable rebel. Although, when it became apparant that not using my seat belt displeased Sir, I got much better at it--now its simply a matter of breaking a habit. Anyway, I'm so preoccupied with obedience, there really isn't much space in my life for punishment. Its not so much that I want to obey but that I have to. I really and truly can't help it. Over the years, this has caused me a lot of grief, and there's been times that I've convinced myself I'd have been much better off if I'd have been a rebel bad girl.
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“To be happy is to be able to become aware of oneself without fright.” ~Walter Benjamin
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