lizi -> RE: Ideas for bedridden slave (1/12/2011 8:33:34 AM)
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ORIGINAL: favesclava then take your hat of to Master Fredpbear. that's exactly what He did when i was sick with thyroid infection. even little gifts to make His slave smile. holding me gently while i rested. meals served in bed. making sure i took medication and fluids as orderered. no sex , no play. i didnt forget for one second i was His slave, His property. if anything i felt it even more strongly. I know this thread is about done but I had to chime in here with a similar experience. When I broke both of my arms over this last summer my Dom had to take care of my needs in unprecedented ways. I had to have everything done for me and I never felt so owned in my life. He took care of what was his extremely well and in doing that impressed it upon my brain that I belonged to him. I don't think I will ever question that again- not that I was, but it's just lodged in there permanently now. I could only do exactly what he wanted when he wanted it because I had to have his help to do it- I literally couldn't get a drink, eat, go to the bathroom, brush my teeth or hair, get dressed, wash, scratch an itch, go through a closed door, drive, clean, take my meds, or even get up out of bed if I was fully reclined without help. It was a very bonding and unusual experience. I will also say that I've have given anything during that time for a sense of normalcy, I think the OP of this thread is on the right track in trying to find some things he can ask of his partner. Even though I was in severe pain and highly medicated at times, I still wanted to just have my 'old' life back if only for a few seconds by replying "Yes sir" when he told me to be still while he brushed my hair out and braided it for me, and when he'd ask me to promise not to forget to take my next medication at the proper time when he was gone- he'd set it out on the desk where I could get it with my mouth and I could get a drink from the water he'd leave with a straw in it. He was stern but loving, it helped keep the balance of things in place for us until I got better. In no way was his being stern ever a hindrance, at that time it was an expression of how much he cared. I still felt free to literally cry on his shoulder when I needed to for whatever reason, pain, frustration, etc. He wasn't thrilled about that since he had to be the one to wipe my eyes, get a tissue, and hold it at my nose for me to blow it when it happened, but he never complained, just let me do it if that's what was needed.
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