Mercnbeth
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...My question is 2 parts … have any others, Dominants and submissives/slaves alike, felt “growing pains” in their personal journeys, and if you have – would you be so kind as to share your experience here on this thread?...orig: dawntreader This slave came to a point where she was convinced that she would travel solo on whatever path she was on, embraced it, befriended it and used it as an opportunity to dig down into the layers of what made up this slave. Spent 3 years attending classes for self-improvement, meditating in the wilderness, serving every opportunity that came up in the immediate community(homeschool co-operative, 4-H project co-leader, afterschool tutor, costume designer and producer for church plays, summer program tutor/driver, storage for down-on-their-luck, clean-up and pot-luck crew for the sick) praying fervently for an OBVIOUS sign, if indeed a sign would ever come, to involve a specific other…to seek another’s guiding hand, to trust another enough to accept this slave emotionally naked. To choose to be in service to ONE Master required this slave to lose her ego-centric sense of self and what she considered service, become a part of the Master/slave relationship and focus on the service that Master requires. Part of the choice to surrender this slave’s life to Master included surrendering certain personal pronouns--—as a possession of Master the words my, me, mine and I are no longer appropriate. Third person speech has helped to peel away the me-me-mine-mine ego by reinforcing, verbally and through writing this slave’s position. It has helped this slave many times to focus on speaking in a manner pleasing to Master, as well as gentle to the rest of the world. It takes effort, does not come naturally, even after 4 years of use…but it has helped this slave to grow, to go deeper in service and as disdainful as many are about it, this slave is grateful to Master for insisting on it's use and encouraging her growth beyond self-focus. This slave could go on about the growing pains of watching wee ones leave the nest, wincing at their mistakes as they learn their own lessons about life, losing an elderly parent and utterly failing to fill the shadow that is left in their absence in an effort to help the one that is left, but somehow doing it anyway…guess what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger, and the more light and positive nutrients we surround ourselves with, the more we will grow into what we truly are. Last but not least, pain isn’t always such a bad thing…
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