Daddysredhead
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Joined: 11/6/2005 From: Northern (yet still part of the South) Virginia Status: offline
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Dear Piece, I can relate to some of the things that wrote about. I grew up in a traditional, Christian home, very loving, and very vanilla. I discovered my desires for "twisted" things in high school, but they were still pretty mild compared to the things that I find fascinating now. I struggled with how I was raised and the things that interested me and still do at times. I went to a liberal arts college, very much geared to "empowering womanhood," etc., and I kind of developed a chip on my shoulder against men having anything of value to offer, although I wanted so badly to find one who could prove me wrong. I was married to a man whom I was able to "boss around" and control, though he was a manly guy. His deferring things to me so often (at first) inflated my ego, and made me feel powerful. After a few years went by and having kids, this same behavior wore me out mentally, emotionally, and physically, and I grew more and more resentful of him and the behavior. I got infuriated when things were "dumped in my lap" because I felt that I was the only adult acting in the relationship. However, I also felt that the feelings that I was having ran counter to the strong, independent, woman, mother, employee, whatever that I was. If I hated being in control, that must mean that I was weak, right? That battle bounced around my head for years. It sucked to live in my mind. When I met Daddy, our first conversation was, in part, about me telling Him how I wished I could find a man who I could respect enough to yield control to, and defer things to, with confidence that he wouldn't screw things up as a result. Funny, I didn't know about bdsm at that time, didn't know what kind of man Daddy was, and had no idea that my "submissive confessions" were lighting a spark that would become the fire that lights O/our relationship to this day. During that same conversation, Daddy asked me why I thought that submission meant "weak." I didn't know why, only that I always figured that if you weren't steering the ship and controlling things with an iron fist, that meant you were a weak, wimpy person. He told me that some of the strongest women He knew were submissive in their relationships and their home lives, but were the pillars of strength to the family unit and in the rest of their lives. That took me a while to wrap my head around, but I finally got it. Knowing your limits and capabilities is a huge part of creating a life that is healthy and satisfying. Trying to do things that are constantly beyond your means and that make you feel as though you are not being true to yourself is draining to your mind, body, and spirit... it can also lead to a huge bout of depression as you are constantly setting yourself up for failure. I know this from personal experience. I, too, tried to break away from who I am at heart and also from Daddy at one point, and felt so miserable and so incomplete that I knew that I had betrayed myself at my core. I was fortunate enough that Daddy understood that I was having a "crisis of self" and that I just needed to see if I could break away and be content. I couldn't and I had to tell Him so. He didn't hold this over me like a trophy, or an "I told you so" moment... He was there to help me back to my feet and hold me close. Like a prodigal, I came back to what felt right in my heart, and Daddy was there with open arms to take me in and make me feel protected and safe. Remember, submissive does not mean the same thing as weak. Strength and submission can peacefully dwell in the same soul, as long as the soul does not create a hostile atmosphere for them to live in, by setting them against one another. Be strong, know your points of greatness, know your limits, embrace your submission, and love the One who will inspire you to even greater things by helping you love yourself.
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Founding Member, Clan of the Scarlet O'Hair-a's Do not challenge me to a battle of wits & come to fight unarmed. Are you really that stupid? ~ Bless your heart 13th doughnut
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