mistoferin
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I apologize right up front for this major RANT I am about to go on. There are times today that I feel as though I am from the Dark Ages in this lifestyle. Maybe I am just getting old but in many ways I see changes happening here that I don’t necessarily think are for the good. Is it just me…am I the only one who sees it this way? Isn’t one of the primary responsibilities of a Dominant/Master to guide his submissive/slave through her personal growth so that she can become the best she can be…in all aspects. Or has it just come to be about the kink? I do not mean to imply that what I am about to say is what is occurring in all lifestyle households, but I have seen it increasing in frequency at an alarming rate. I hear so many today claim they are submissive/slave, owned and guided by a loving Master/Dominant. They have the talk down pat. Then you get to know them a bit and you visit their home or see them away from the monthly play party. You walk in, their house is a wreck, they look like they dressed from a rag bag, their children are unkept, they are serving some sort of unrecognizable food for dinner, they are sometimes mouthy or at best ill grammared, sometimes even giving orders to their Dominants or arguing with them. There sits Master/Dominant in his chair, seemingly oblivious to all that is going on around him. He doesn’t even seem to notice the sheer chaos of the situation. I have to wonder…..what exactly has he been teaching? Has he been teaching at all? Does he not think he has a responsibility outside of the bedroom? I was brought up a tough, street fighting kid on the streets of Brooklyn, NY. I spent most of my teen years and many of my adult years in 1%er motorcycle clubhouses, rubbing elbows with guys who make Freddy Krueger look like the Easter Bunny. I can hold my own in any given situation…from a street fight, to a clubhouse, to a PTA meeting or a black tie affair. Why? Because I have been fortunate enough to have had Dominants in my life who have also guided me in all of the finer aspects. The Dominant men in my life have taught me the importance of eloquence, of being a lady. It’s not always been about the finer art of blow jobs or how much one can take while bound to a cross. It has been charm school…..Dominant style. I have been taught to keep a proper home, how to entertain guests, what should or should not come out of my mouth in a public setting. I have been taught to look my best, to not be ashamed of my sexiness, but to embrace it with a degree of modesty also. I have been taught that it is ok to state my opinions, but that it is not ok to be argumentative for the sake of argument. I have been taught to be respectful. I was also taught personal responsibility and accountability. What I say or write may influence another and it is my responsibility to choose my words with great thought. Once they’re out there…well, they’re out there. There are no do-overs. I am accountable for my actions and there are consequences that are mine alone to bear. I was taught the importance of honesty. Truth is far superior to a lie, even when it hurts. I was taught the importance of having personal integrity. To give thought to the code of personal morals and values which I choose to incorporate in my life, and then live by them. Not to toot my own horn, but quite frequently I have had newer submissives come to me and say they are jealous of how easily this comes to me, how for me it seems to be so natural. EASY? Not on your life! I have worked my tail off at this to get to where I am today. Is that just a sign of the times? Do people today want everything to be simple, not worth working for? If submissive came in pill form would it be more popular than Viagra? Yes, they are right, when I walk into a room people tend to notice. I carry myself that way on purpose, because I have been taught poise and elegance. I have been taught to be warm, outgoing and kind. But don’t kid yourself into thinking this is just who I am. This is who I have become and it was a long and hard road with many skinned knees(and red bottoms) to get here. Am I proud? Damn straight I am! And when I walk into that room on the arm of my Sir you can bet he is proud too. But He too knows just what exactly it took to get me here. I’ve come along way from that street fighting kid in Brooklyn. Thank you to all of the Dominant men that have molded me to be who I am today. No matter where this life takes me, that will never be forgotten.
< Message edited by mistoferin -- 2/25/2005 5:48:33 AM >
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Peace and light, ~erin~ There are no victims here...only volunteers. When you make a habit of playing on the tracks, you thereby forfeit the right to bitch when you get hit by a train. "I did it! I admit it and I'm gonna do it again!"
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