UniqueRaven -> RE: Request made for wearing high heels (7/30/2010 10:08:27 AM)
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ORIGINAL: Bobanna Update: One of the men I was speaking to (and was becoming quite attached to) came to the realization that the person he is looking for has to be willing and do what he says without question regardless if there may be a logical reason behind why they would protest in whatever he wants them to do. I told him that he is looking for someone with what I would term a "slave" mentality (loosely defined by me as someone who obeys without thought) And that I was definately not that type of mentality. Not even close. ((Via ----> the stiletto heel issue. )) So after many markers that we did match on (morals, common interests, and so forth) it came down to little issues such as heels, necklaces and silly things that I felt would infringe and take away from my free spirit, which is a part of me I cherish. Thus I wished him well and have ended our communication as of this morning. The other man I'm conversing with (that has the desire for me to wear high heels) seems to have some other red flag issues that are anthother story all together, probably moral issues. SIGHS ~~~~~~ Your entire experience here with shoes made me think of this corollary story about my experience as a slave, if it is useful for anyone....[:)] Slave mantra for the day: "Whatever must be endured, can be." i understand what the man you were speaking with was getting at here. Honestly, with my previous Master, the "shoes issue" was HARD for me for a long time. i cried, i begged, i pouted, i cited all sorts of information to him about how he was ruining my feet, my knees, etc...but at the end of it all, he just didn't care. He wanted me to wear the shoes, and nothing on my part would stop his desire for me to wear them - as it was about HIS fantasy, not mine, of what i was "supposed to be" as a slave. But over time i realized something much deeper, greater, and more profound - which was that it wasn't about the shoes at all. It was about him pushing me into learning and realizing that whatever he wanted is what would happen. And it wasn't about ruining my feet, knees, and body - he didn't want that, he did love me after all, and took care of me - it was about him seeing me giving him every bit of "me" to endure and accomplish what he set out for me - he wanted to see me give him my all, and make it work. And once i learned this lesson, and accepted that this was his will for me, and just did my best, then suddenly - it became easy. i tell you, repeatedly falling on your butt in the middle of Manhattan while wearing stilettos and a short skirt and walking on a tilted sidewalk in front of the building staff (almost all sidewalks in Manhattan have a slight tilt towards the street for draining) is way more humiliating than eating out of a dog dish and sleeping in a cage. The lesson i had to learn as a slave is you don't get to pick and choose your challenges - and what people think most often of as "slave challenges" - being beaten, caged, peed on, collared, leashed, etc. - are actually some of the easiest challenges. The hardest are the ones that you do not want to do, you have lots of reasons not to do them - you can even cite writings, posts, articles, etc., to back you up - and...the hardest challenge - where what he wants you to do goes against your identity, and how you have defined yourself as an adult human woman. These are the challenges that actually mean something - and are where there is the most growth as a slave. It's how you deal with these moments that define your slavery. i had to learn that it wasn't about the shoes - it was about obedience. Standard disclaimer, this is about my journey as a slave, isn't right for everyone, i don't say it's "the one true way," and so on and so forth. [:)] Edited to add: DesFIP, i wonder if you remember all this - i remember you posted to those "other" boards with me way back then...sometimes i wonder what you recall reading of my struggles over the years, ha ha! (hugs!)
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