fyreredsub
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greetings Master Michael, fear has been spoken of, perhaps also even mentioned in my first post in this thread Be Well fyre quote:
ORIGINAL: fyreredsub angel, hello, i can understand the fear, it was a similiar experience for me to be so consumed by the want of this Master and where he was going to take me, i was new, and i didnt know or understand the ramifications of such power a Master can have. i never knew i was a slave in my heart. i had only been an unhappy domme. but Master is right... once awakened it can not lay sleeping quote:
ORIGINAL: barelynangel Greetings Master Michael, i hope my answer is along the lines of what you are asking. When i think back it was fear. Not in the scared for my life fear but the fear that this man could take everything i know, everthing my life is and teach me that i had it all wrong, that the confidence and control i had was only in my mind and he knew differently. You said it correctly... I believe completely in the Action reaction idea that embodies a Master and a slave. What draws the slave from her lil safe haven lol the power. There is a rawness about him. I didn't covet his power, i ached to be engulfed by it. With other Men, i had the power, i knew it, they gave it to me, i felt it, i grasped it and played it for all it was worth. (yes you could probably picture a woman in the midst of a crowd throwing back her head and laughing lol), and i hated it, despised them but yet lol i milked it -- i was and am a lil bitch -- but with him, under the enslavement of a Man who i react to because of his power of self, i was slave .. i didn't care what my friends did, what they thought or said... i wasn't a bitch, i was slave, i was about him. i held him to such an expectation that i didn't hold other men too, i knew if he offered me his power, i would hate him so deeply that i would choke on it. i needed him to be different, to live up to the expectation i felt from him. He didn't offer me his power, he engulfed me with it. He wasn't about me. lol for the first time in my life, the Man wasn't all about me.. i had to be about HIM. Not in a he is a lazy beerbelly lay around on the couch all day kind of be all about him, but the power was his right type of way. i feared him, but i needed him. Where did the fear come in? The unpredictability of sorts. Men with that power that compels the slave, are unpredictable because they hold within them the unknown, a way most women don't know and don't want to understand because it scares the hell out of them. Most women believe they covet the power these Men hold, but with women who become slaves, they realize they don't covet the power, they need to be engulfed by it. Even then it still scares them, but they know they will beg for it, ache for it, they need it. Action/reaction. Master/slave. To me that is the difference between Men i react to as Masters and Men who i don't. Masters don't give me the power, the take mine from me. And i can't help but ache and search for that again. When a woman realizes that the Man before her will not be giving her the power, she can't help but feel a twinge of fear. i am not sure if this answers what you are looking for or if this makes sense. But its the best i know how to describe it from my experience. angel
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"Accordingly, men must then either fulfill their nature, or deny it, and in denying their nature, deny us ours, for ours is the complement to theirs. " Renegades
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