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ravenna -> RE: Vocal or silent? (4/14/2005 10:57:09 PM)
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i'm sure everyone on CollarMe will be simply amazed to learn that i am a complete motormouth chatterbox during sex, or during playing or waking or sleeping or really pretty much whenever i'm breathing... ;-) i've always been that way, but my owners have trained me over the years to be even more voluble and noisy and open. They love it, it's part of who and what i am. (They're pretty ferocious talkers, too.) And they want me to be completely transparent at all times, they want to know what's going on inside my head and heart every second, as well as what's going on inside my body, and if i'm not being specific enough or i'm just babbling and moaning (and sometimes all i can do is just babble), they will ask me very specific questions to pull it out of me, so sometimes we're having this very complex dialogue all the time i'm being flogged or roped or whatever. And even during vanilla sex we're always talking, talking, talking, making noises, hollering, laughing; i tend to laugh a lot and sometimes cry while i'm being fucked or used and explored and handled, and especially during orgasms! i almost always start to laugh out loud or sometimes giggle uncontrollably after a certain point in an orgasm, if it goes on long enough (we call it an "orgiggle" or a "gigglegasm"). Sometimes i realize i'm weeping at the same time, i don't know why, orgasmic sex just seems to dissolve all the emotional barriers in my mind/heart/soul/body, i feel all these emotions of every kind flooding through me all at once. And yes, some people who have had sex with me in the past have found this a little, um, off-putting, but it was something my owners and i bonded over instantly in our first nights together back in college (anyone listening in my dorm or at their place must have thought someone was alternately tickling and beating me to death). They love to make me laugh and cry during sex or play, they laugh a lot themselves while they're using me, they travel through huge emotional trajectories in the course of a night of "playing" with me, they find sex just as mysterious and funny and moving and profound and comical as i do. It was one of the Really Big Things that told us all that we were really on to something here with the three of us, that this threesome was something special.
Some big exceptions: Sometimes my mouth is full. Of a cock, a gag, a dildo, rope, my panties, their fingers, another slave girl's nipple or clit or fingers; whatever. It amuses my master when i try to keep babbling with my mouth full of his cock, but it doesn't even impair our communication really, he knows exactly what i'm trying to say, he's heard it all ten thousand times. (But he likes hearing it.) Sometimes i am ordered to shut up for a change, or only to scream or to whisper, or not to speak at all without asking permission. i once spent quite a while, almost a month, being allowed only to whisper, and even then only to my master, and only when we were alone, and only with his permission. It was a lesson, a very good one. Michelangelo's training of me includes some Conditions under which my absolute silence is required, Black for example; in Condition Black i would only be permitted to point out that the house had caught fire, or something equally important, but i've never had to do that, and in Black i'm under such strict control it feels to me as if my voice is quite absent and i couldn't speak if i had to. (But i'm sure it would work if it were required to serve him.)
Well, i see i've babbled at length on the subject of babbling, so it must be time for me to shut up. Thanks for being patient with me!
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