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ownedbyPF -> RE: The Stupid Stuff (11/16/2010 12:46:34 PM)
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Well, I have thoroughly enjoyed the replies so far, thanks! It was cool to read them an giggle, especially since I was a tad grouchy... what can I say.. kids. how come you can't sell them on Ebay??? Anyhow, I wanted to reply to just about every post! There is always the question... reply to each seperately or do them all in one post? I'm going with one post for the sake of brevity on the readers part ;)
BonesfromAsh: Heh, He promised that if we have to go the fake route we can get a Salt City Pine scent Candle... they are the best and seriously smell like the real thing.. whew! I agree that there are, or at least should be hard limits of that sort in place before getting involved with anyone. Kinda like I said in another post... I chose not to get involved with someone I was pretty certain wasn't going to want to decapitate me[;)] Then there are things like... how are they with the kids, the dog, and so on. I imagine that you do come at it with a different perspective, but one I enjoyed hearing!
DesFip: Yeah, I think perhaps that might be going a bit further with honesty than most appreciate :) The gas thing made me laugh. He doesn't stop for gas nearly as often as I do... meaning that if i"m low, I'm like omg... He knows it's only ten miles and so he waits! This is a perfect example of one of those moments that being a slave or sub (depending on the realtionship) is harder than you realize! My inclination was to freak out the first few times, then I slowly reminded myself that he hasn't ever actually run out of gas... like ever... so perhaps he didn't need me to point out his desperate need for gas! So, I shut up, breathed, and now I'm okay with it, but it took getting used to. The kind of thing you don't even think about having to get used to before it happens!
Aquaticsub: HA! OMG! Sometimes I wish he would ban me from my crazy family! Having said that, yeah, I agree, him getting along with them is very important. The truth is... He handles them better than I do and frankly, I really needed that in a Master :) He left my make up alone... he likes it (thanks be to God!) but he made me grow my hair out... that was a hard one!
SpaceSpank: My Master thinks the same way. If not having a tree is sending me into an internal meltdown, I damn well better tell him why, because as you say, it might be much more significant than just the tree. He still decides, but he wants all the info before he decides. I called it the stupid stuff because sometimes it is stupid, and sometimes it's the craziest smallest thing that makes you go... god! Being a slave can be really hard sometimes! It is simply his preference over mine and so that's how it's done and lots of times, I don't care, but every now and then there is some dumb thing that makes you go... argh, stomp, k.
ejmichaels: Love the pantry example and adore the rule name! It's all perfect!
Sunshine: Wow, music.. see that's one I hadn't thought of.. I don't even know how I would cope. I don't know how you made it through, but I'm glad you did[:D] I'm making light, but seriously, that would be a really hard one to deal with. I have hard time biting my tongue when he turns down my favortie song[:o] then I get on over it. That's a lot better than never even getting to hear it!
NuevaVida: Show tunes? Really?? Omg! You touched on an experience I had. My Owner is all about skirts and well, a certain look. He took me shopping. I thought I would die! Drop dead on the store floor. He didn't ask my input, just draped clothes in my arms and sent me into the dressing room. Okay, it was weird not to have any say in my clothes, but it wasn't just that... it was some of the things he put on my arms.. I was like, omg, please, please, pleeeeease don't make me wear this, ever, ever, in my whole entire life, pleeeease! I didn't say anything though, I just took the clothes, tried them on, came out for him to look... Thank You God for giving me a Man with taste! All the things that had made me cringe he ruled out when he saw them on!
Lovingpet: That story cracked me up even if I wasn't there! I'm going to touch more on what you said in my response to Darkfeather :)
Darkfeather: Ah, well you got to the heart of my musings. There is a difference, at least for me, in being a slave vs in a vanilla relationship. When I was in a regular relationship I could be quite demanding about compromises.. I belived in compromises. That isn't to say that I didn't bend, but let's say I wanted this room blue, and he wanted it white.. I would have gone with a light blue, or something we could both live with. Now, living as a slave, that doesn't happen. Now, I say, I think this room would look pretty in blue and he would say I hate blue, I want it yellow... and that would be it... it would be yellow. There isn't compromise. There is... explaining why I want a pet (anniezz ;) ) and him saying yea or nay. I don't decide how to cook the steak (lovingpet;) been there, omg.. and I am here to tell you, I now love medium rare, and rare even more), or where to shop, or what to wear, or when to get gas, or how to arrange the pantry, or anything else. Does he care how I do the pantry? Not really, but he might say, the cans need to be moved they get in the way of my reaching for the protein powder every morning. Or I might say, I think this room would be pretty in blue, and he thinks about it, decided he doesn't care and says, okay.
I realize that relationships are different. Subs (in general) have more compromising power (for lack of a better term) than slaves (in general.) Lol, how many qualifiers can I fit in here? Anyhow, they differ. SOme slaves have more decision making abilities than others and so on. However, in any relationship where it is based on some power exchange, some sense of a final authroity, there are going to be moments that you have to suck it up. Some of those moments that make you look petulant for a minute and inwardly stomp your foot, and think fuck! This is hard! Are over things you never would have rated as anything worth mentioning. They aren't the big ticket items.... they are the pantries, steaks, and Christmas trees. (Oh and corsetts, have you ever had to wear one, really? Like under clothes, out shopping? OMFG!) But that's the way the D/M/O/whatever likes it and so that's the way you do it [;)] Sometimes though, it's fascinating to think, I'm flipping out over the tree, yeeeeet I drink his piss without blinking?! really?!?
~ownedbyPF
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