julietsierra
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When I began this life, my first words upon hearing what it entailed was "Are you fucking looney?!" But the more I explored, the more I liked what I saw. The more I explored, the more I came to realize that top, dominant, master, etc just really really didn't work for me. But then, neither did bottom actually. I didn't want all that control. In fact, obedience was a particular thrill for me. So, when I finally felt I had to pick, submissive came to me rather easily. That being said, "slave" was NOT something I wanted. NO WAY, NO HOW, IT'D BE A COLD DAY IN HELL BEFORE THAT HAPPENED!! So imagine my surprise, and concern, and fear and oh hell, ABJECT TERROR, the first time my Master called me "slave." Again, it was "NO WAY, NO HOW, NOPE NOPE NOPE!!" He just smiled and let me stew it over. And I did...for a long long time. Finally, I realized I could fight it all I wanted. I could say "I'm not a slave" and yet... everything I did smacked of slavery to him. He put me through some rigorous and difficult times. Submissive or not, under any other circumstances, I'd have said "Fuck off" and walked away. But I didn't. He didn't do or say anything that made me want to stay really, but stay I did...and the more he did - the more he treated me as his slave - the more I connected to him, cared for him, thrilled to his touch, loved him. And so, I gave up the ghost. I submitted. (mostly I submitted to myself and my fears) I stopped fighting and simply acknowledged that even if never again, with no other person, would I ever say I was slave...but I was, and I am, and I will be his slave - for as long as he wants me. And I guess hell did have a cold day - maybe quite a few of them, because now... With him, all I can really think of is to be his slave. juliet
< Message edited by julietsierra -- 4/12/2007 6:35:20 AM >
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