Kana
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ORIGINAL: pg4g Ok Kana, I have four questions: 1. Do you consider this for real, or ultra-intense role play? 2. Would you consider your relationship exploitation and use of a person, and why do you hold this view? 3. I have a very hard time reconciling what you describe as love. I view love as caring, and all I see is selfishness without care. How does that work? 4. Aren't you blackmailing your partner to do whatever you want with your "my way or the highway" thing, and using their devotion to you against them? I've seen women, my mother included, forced psychologically like that to stay with an abusive husband, and to accept a lot of abuse as they are devoted to that person. That... scares me. I'm not judging but I have no way I can understand this... 1-It's for real. I abhor role play. It feels so, well, false, to me. Everything I/we do is emotion based. 2-Sure it's exploitative, but in a mutually symbiotic way. She fills needs in my life. Cum dump. Scream machine. Laundress. Personal Assistant. Chef. IT Guru. I fill them in hers. Mentor. Guide. Spiritual balance. Emotional Rock. Most of all is that I thrive on control and she needs to be taken. (None of this in hand shit either, more like by the throat) Fuck, all relationships are exploitative. All interactions are. People do shit because they get something out of it. Economic, emotive, security, personal satisfaction, the joy that comes with giving, whatever. They don't do shit for free though. There's always a payoff. Always. The only thing different about us is that our terms of agreement are blatantly above board and etched in plain sight (Which frankly I see as a whole lot healthier, secure and grounded than a relationship based on passive aggressiveness, nagging, distrust, insecurity, jealousy or henpecking, to use a few examples we've all seen a 100 million times before) 3-Of course it's love. There's lots of people out there who can do things to her. Very few of them can do so in a way that's not only emotionally, mentally and spiritually safe but satisfying. I give her what she needs in an atmosphere of trust and compassion. Course I also have whack-job ideas about some things, one of which is the idea that hopefully everyone I really interact with in life will be better for knowing me. I encourage her. I push her. I set goals, sometimes higher than what she thinks she's capable of (Falsely too-She a whole lot better/smarter/well equipped than she sees herself). She's changed jobs from a dead end place she hated to a job that she finds challenging and adores. She's moved from a dying town to the heart of a vibrant city. She's gone back to college and is a year away from completing her degree. I think it's safe to say she's better for having me in her life. And of course I am a significantly altered and better person for having been blessed to have her in my life. So call it what you want, but I don't do that shit for peeps I don't care about. 4-Nope. No blackmail at all. Think of it contractually. These are my terms for entering into an agreement with me. Should the other party not want to fulfill the contract that's all cool with me. We'll consider the contract null and void and both parties are free to go their own way. I won't judge.I won't get angry. I'll genuinely wish her the best in what she does and hope that her life thereafter is utterly fantastic. I don't coerce. Uggh. That's no fun. 1/2 the thrill of the deal for me is that the slut is willing to crawl, to beg, to have me do the things I like to do to her. Even if, especially if, she hates it. It's the surrender of control, the ceding of self, the willingness to give over and go places where she wouldn't ever ordinarily go, that's where the fire burns brightest and hottest for me That now, that's a heady elixir, one well worth imbibing. Reach right down in the nuclear rods at the heart of her slave self and start tinkering. Own that cunt. All the fucking way. Treat it like the property/object/meat it is/needs to be/craves. But you gotta realize one thing. Mouse ain't dumb. She's not naive. She grew up in the school of hard hard knocks. As in a trailer on the side of a mountain in fucking western PA. No running water. No heat. She grew up fighting health issues, bad ones She's had a husband die on her, leaving her with an infant to raise. She's served in some fashion or another for twenty years. She's owned and run dungeons, played with cats like Carter Stevens and the Insex/Kink peeps. She's done online BDSM since Gore invented the net. Seriously, she was doing the deal in the alt.com days.What I'm saying is that when it comes to TTTWD, she's been around the block. Not once. Not twice. But oodles of times. She's had good masters and she's had awful ones. And she spent six years on CM single. It ain't like she had a scorching case o sub frenzy kicking. She didn't randomly pick me. She didn't jump right in blindly. She chose me because she trusts me, trusts the man I am, trusts my intent and intentions for her. This wasn't an irrational, knee jerk, ill considered act on her behalf. She thought it through. Examined the ramifications, asked herself where she would be happiest. And willingly made the decision that was best for her. But she ain't a victim....well, at least an unwilling one Never ever mistake that.* Like any good slave, the chains that gird her body are naught save mere physical manifestations of the emotional and spiritual irons encasing her heart and mind. *If it sounds as if I admire her, well, that's because I do. Tough as nails my mouse is
< Message edited by Kana -- 2/17/2014 7:13:09 PM >
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