BitaTruble -> "Everyone has limits." (11/5/2006 1:21:44 AM)
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I had originally written this post in a response to another thread, but I'm cutting and pasting two posts from the nonconsentual-consent thread as this is an entirely different topic in my opinion. So, for what it's worth, this is why I say I have 'no limits' and **warning** it's long, so one of those 'skipable' posts for people who hate to read. quote:
ORIGINAL: ImpGrrl I believe that people who call themselves "no limits" really mean that they impose no limits on their owners that their owners do not hold for themselves. I think it's a disingenuous way to say it, but it's as close as people can come. I'm going to answer the gist of this in my response to adaddysgirl and her response to daddysprop. quote:
ORIGINAL: adaddysgirl But i don't hear anyone here saying that they would allow their kids to be taken away or allow their Master to set them on fire just because that is his will...period. It's funny that you should happen to pick these two extremes as examples as I both gave up my children (for a time) and my first Master set me on fire. (Himself has also set me on fire, but he did so by accident. ::laughs::) I also slit my wrist on his order because he wanted to watch me bleed, submitted to water torture via a garden hose, starved (which worked really well with the coke addiction actually), was forced to drink too much tequilla which resulted in alcohol poisoning, overdosed on prescription pain meds (his meds, not mine) because he thought it was funny when I was high and a whole lot of other shit that I don't need to go in to on a message board. The behavior eventually landed me in a loony bin for for almost a month. I don't know how far he would have gone or how far I would have gone. I was 25 years old and there was simply nothing that I would not do if Master told me to do it and over the course of our three year relationship, things got progressively more intense and dangerous. It seemed to be that one or the other of us was going to die. He happened to be the one who died first. Being really dumb and naive but academically gifted, having zero in the way of self-esteem and coming out of a home where what Master did to me seemed like child's play, well it can do things to your head. It fucks with you, ya know? I don't think it's possible to completely get over some shit that can happen to you, but you can get close enough for it not to matter anymore. When I say I have no limits, it's because "I" don't. It has nothing to do with Himself (and it has nothing to do with liking the way it rolls off my tongue although I do like that line ::chuckles::). He's a good man, a caring man, an honorable man and I am extrodinarily fortunate to be allowed to call him Master. He protects me from myself and he loves me. He knows I have no limits and it's one of the reasons that he's pretty careful with how he speaks to me because I do take him literally and he knows if he gives me a command, I'm going to do exactly what he says. I was trained that way a long time ago and the training took. It was beaten into me on a daily basis - first by someone who was supposed to love me .. then by someone who didn't give a shit about me. They seemed pretty much the same to me. To this day I flinch. 46 fucking years old and I still flinch. And sometimes I cry. Not always, not even often, but sometimes I think about it and I cry. For people who want to believe that 'everyone' has limits .. keep believing it. You don't have to think about how harsh life can be and the blinders can keep you pure. I'd trade what I know for your blinders in a heart beat to have some limits myself. I just don't know how. I just don't fucking know how, ok? You know, Moms really do beat their kids with wire hangers. That's not just something from a movie. Moms use metal rods and bats and belts and their fists and sometimes they really do cut all your hair off .. and they scream at you over and over.. "Don't you dare say no to me. Don't you dare say no." You get to a point where you actually can't say no anymore. Not won't, not don't.. can't. Get it? Not everyone who jumps into the leather vats does so from a healthy place. If we're lucky, we can get fairly healthy again, but sometimes there are things you can't ever get back .. like the word no or having someone move their arm suddenly and you not flinch or having a panic attack over a hairbrush or a pair of scissors. (Ever go ape shit in a hair saloon? ::laughs::) Just casualities of war though, you know? I got into BDSM because lust, thrill and risk were easier than facing demons. I didn't know that BDSM was going to force me to face those demons anyway but it worked out and considering some of the other consequences which could have surfaced, what I've lost doesn't seem all that bad. So I flinch once in a while, I cry on rare occasions (like now, but I'm two days away from my period and menopausal) ... and I don't have any limits. Big deal. Himself doesn't flinch, I've never seen him cry, he has plenty of limits and as far as I know, he's never, once, gone ape shit in a hair saloon.. so it's all good. Celeste http://www.collarchat.com/m_470070/mpage_2/key_outside%252Cpain/tm.htm#471796
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