julietsierra
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I always swore I was submissive. I wanted some control. Strange thing though...my actions played out something different. I never ever argued with his decisions. I went to the nth degree to meet his demands even when it was difficult for me. He never told me to, but I began asking permission to do nearly everything that was lifestyle related. Stopped going to munches unless he gave permission, and the like. And the more I gave up, the happier I was. The first time he introduced me as his slave, I kept quiet and then, later, when we were alone, I came unglued. I never wanted this. I fought against it. He didn't argue with me. He just said I was. When I asked him (sarcastically) how he figured that if I didn't think so, he reminded me that my reluctance was my fear and was based on a relationship that no longer existed, and that he wasn't that man. Still I fought Eventually though, I came to see that him calling me that didn't change who I was. I'd been living that role for nearly 2 years by then. All that was left was for me to submit.... and accept that while I could argue till the cows came home, a slave indeed was what I am. It still scares me from time to time, this depth of feeling for him, this depth of service. It's all good. Just another chance for me to give more. Once I realized that, I embraced this part of myself. juliet
< Message edited by julietsierra -- 12/17/2006 11:32:18 AM >
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