daddysprop247 -> RE: "Everyone has limits." (11/5/2006 1:07:44 PM)
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ORIGINAL: BitaTruble ~fast reply to address several points~ There are things which I am incapable of doing. I don't consider those limits as they are impossibilities. To me (and my thesaurus) the two terms are not fungible. That said, I accept that some people will view them as such and will not accept "I have no limits" as valid. As I don't want to turn this into a semantical debate on definitions, I will agree to disagree and we can debate 'definitions' in another thread at a later date. I recognize "everyone has limits" as an opinion and not a fact. That was the point of this thread. There are those who seek out M/s or BDSM looking for Knights and Saviors. I was looking for Satan and evil, but I do, firmly, belief that both of those 'reasons' can come from the same sorts of backgrounds. My heart goes out to those who fall on either side of the fence and I hope those who come looking for those things can purge their demons and become accountable for their own actions. In all of this, limits or not, I firmly believe that 'my' actions will have consequences and I am responsible for those and 'why' I have done something is unimportant in respect to that. There was a question asked.. what would happen if I say 'no'. I don't know if I 'can' say no. If I 'could' I don't know what would happen. I can't imagine a request he would make which result in a negative answer from me. Maybe he would release me or divorce me. Maybe he would punish me. Maybe he would find someone who would say yes to whatever he demanded. Well, I just put this question to Himself and he responded.. "What would you say no to?" I just can't answer this question. I don't know how. Which brings me to my current mental/emotional state. I'm menopausal, which should be 'nuff said on the topic, but I will illumine just a bit. ::chuckles:: I think I can explain it best by giving some examples of my past and present way of thinking. This is from a diary entry I wrote in 1976. "Nothing, nothing, nobody. No one. No where. Guess that's me." This is from my current profile, written this year, but embraced at least 15 years ago. "Just think of me as precious, priceless and adorable. It's accurate enough for the time being." A therapist may have helped me achieve the second sentence faster (and 99% of the time I actually believe it), but the process would have been the same. I'm the sort of person who has to do the math myself in order to 'get' the answer. I've got 99% which leaves that 1%. It's not much of a burden to carry and much less than a lot of other 'healthy' people whom I know. I'm satisfied. Celeste Oh, yes.. regarding happiness.. ::chuckles:: I laugh a lot. I giggle even more. I have joy in my heart. I have more sex, more fun and more play than anyone I know and I'm head-over-heels in love with the same man for over 10 years. If I could bottle it and sell it on Ebay, 'happiness' as a label would be pretty accurate. [:D] Bita, it sincerely brings gladness and light to my heart to hear how happy you are today. :) this will sound terrible, but usually when i hear of another's happiness or joy, it only depresses me. because such emotion, as a general state of being as opposed to a fleeting moment, is completely foreign to me and often feels like an impossibility. but after reading about some of your story...knowing where you have been and why...and then noticing the general sense of fulfillment and happiness that shows itself in every post you make...it gives me hope that maybe one day, that sort of joy is possible for me too. like you, i am a slave, and i have no limits. also like you, i have my share of war wounds. whether or not the two are related, i really do not know, i try not to let myself dwell in that space too long...but yes, i suppose it's a likely possibility. from an early age, the idea of my death was a happy thought. it seemed the only escape to the neverending cycle of pain that was life. my apologies in advance for the jumbled, confusing way in which this is likely to come out. it started around 5 y.o...rape, bondage, torture, humiliation. i never once tried to fight him...that weak submissive in me i guess. i still have so many vivid memories, things more clear and alive to me than anything that happened last week. like hiding in his bedroom closet, nude bound and gagged, because it tickled him to have me there close to him with his wife walking around the house, clueless. or leaving me outside tied to a tree for hours, sometimes til nightfall. or the time i got a whoopin from my mother for ruining my new white pants..they were stained brown and yellow from crotch to toe...she thought it was mud. it was actually my own blood and pee, but how could i tell her that? every night i would pray with all my heart to god to please let him kill me...please let me die, just please god let me die. by 8, i was an expert at things many grown women never learn. early on i learned how to just zone out...physically i'd be listening to his every word and doing everything he told me....mentally, emotionally i had left the building. this became my natural sexual state on into my adulthood. emotionless, cold, clinical, but very active and functional. earned the label slut in the teen years because all the boys knew i never said no, and i did EVERYthing they wanted. never got asked on dates, to dances, etc. but pretty much every day at some point i'd be in the boys' bathroom, or in the stairwell, or in the woods behind the school on my knees sucking off some guy or other. it was all i was familiar with...and seemingly all anyone wanted me for. so fast forward to my discovery of the D/s lifestyle, and of the slavery possible within that slavery. it spoke to me. instantly i knew that this and only this was what i needed. all that i read a heard: a slave has no limits...a slave has no power...a slave doesn't say no or fight....this was me! there was actually a place for me...Men who want this?? it seemed too good to be true. some question how one can "instantly" have no limits upon becoming a slave...well it is easy when one never has limits in the first place. and maybe it is so easy for me to say and mean, "i have no limits", and say that yes i would put a gun to my head and pull the trigger if my Master demanded, and yes i would put him even before my children, because of my scars and the general outlook on life they have given me. a part of me still welcomes death...sees it as a happy place where the pain will finally stop. that part grows a bit smaller with each passing year my Master showers me with his love and need, but it is still there and likely always will be. edited to add, Bita you are much farther along on your journey than i am. i can only hope to reach the state of contentment in which you now thrive. tho i love/adore/worship my Master, even he cannot kill all the darkness within me and show me the light. it may be true that lasting happiness can only come from within. i do not look to him to heal or cure me. only to give me a place and purpose in this life, which he has done, with the added bonuses of love and support and guidance and care beyond measure. the things this Man has endured because of me! i shudder thinking of some of the things i've put him through...but still he has not given up on me, has not released or sold me, and still thinks i add great value to his life and to the world, which is far more than i ever imagined possible for me. so while no i am not generally "happy", i have no complaints. life is no longer hell. i laugh a lot. someone loves me as much as i love them. in general, life is good.
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