Popular Post jinxed Posted April 6 Popular Post (edited) She's been put at the most inopportune place, wedged between my thighs, at the lowest point of my torso, covered by two shielding layers, staring down at the ground and at nothingness. On top of this infuriating location, she is also immobile and thus completely hidden from my view. It was a learned man who gave me a first inkling of how to rate her. One factual observation was enough to make me be ashamed of her and to later hate her. And what is there to like about her? She lures men towards her to confront me with the fact that I'm made to be broken into. She bleeds, swells up and widens or contracts and tightens, seemingly all at her own will, making me the victim of her moods. As she cannot be controlled, she cannot be trusted. There's not much I can do to manipulate her either. Discipline, rigour and restriction, which so superbly perfection all other body parts, have no effect on her. And what would be perfect in her case? Should she be fuller? A different kind of red? Less sensitive? Or rather more? And even the ideal look would not change the validity of the initial condemning statement made about her. These words built a wall that no innocent compliment or encouragement can cut through. So I decided to make her suffer. I rejoice when she gets slapped, whipped, scratched, chafed. Brutal intruders are welcomed with open arms, gentle ones rejected immediately. She's being wished away, cursed and complained about by me every day. Nobody gets to look at her longer than absolutely necessary as she doesn't deserve to get such attention. And no tongue is allowed to lick her lest it finds out about this monumental imperfection I am plagued by, and any attempt is met with a withdrawal so fierce that it discourages the bravest of souls. She has long accepted this treatment, has become undemanding and is grateful for any kind of attentiveness, no matter how p@inful or disparaging. Or so it used to be until the day that she was needed. Confronted with the decision to either disappoint or please, I was f0rced to cast her as a protagonist in the story. Not as a suffering entity but as a receiving and esteemed being. In this role she is wanted - though I oppose any kind of admiration. Pleasure is supposed to be felt to fulfill the requirement, so I have to tolerate the idea of a mouth near her, on her, and in her more self-indulgent moments inside her. This seems to go to her head. She is becoming overly present, at times demanding. She wants to be seen and felt, but she also wants to see and feel. She asks for the age-old comment that sent her into exile to be reviewed, this time taking into account that it can be read in a much more neutral, perhaps even positive way. She prays to be considered valuable and beautiful and to be treated in a way that reflects this conviction. She's adamant and convincing. I am tempted to finally give in. Edited April 6 by jinxed
jinxed Posted April 7 Author 3 hours ago, SilkenAuthority said: This is a lovely articulation of true submission. Thank you for this comment. "Is it?" shot into my head when I read it. But I think you are right, this is what's happening!
Wi**** Posted April 27 Irresistible burning need to serve. No agreement, no wilfullness, this the substance that creates and sustains the slave heart. It's the Irresistible *** meeting the unstoppable object, but rather than being a paradox, it's what creates the perfect slave heart. The burning international *** compelling one towards the unstoppable object Only a slave of the truest sense and heart would comprehend as you have. Call yourself a sub or a slave. That's a tag and not of your own choice. Your inner self has chosen for you without consulting you. You are you, just as you are and you have arrived.
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