ownedgirlie -> RE: One You Just Can't Handle (5/12/2007 11:21:11 AM)
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AmazonLady, The belt was a trigger for me, also. Having been beaten severely by belts throughout my upbringing, the the sight of a belt in my Master's hand had me trembling, and brought me back to the emotional place where as a youngster I used to tremble and beg while stepping backwards until I was cornered against the wall before grabbed, stripped and positioned for a whipping. The thought of my Master using the same implement on me was horrifying. Throughout my upbringing, receiving pain from someone (parental unit) meant he/she did not care about me. So the first time Master really caused serious pain for me (with something other than a belt), I felt so wounded. I looked up at him thinking, "Why would you do that to me?" as in my mind, this meant he no longer cared about me. Screwed up? Oh yes. I told him all about my belt experiences, and that I really wanted to overcome them. I didn't want any emotional barriers. Together we worked through this. He put me through some visualization exercises. Using imagery, I put myself in a situation where he was belting me, and I was successfully receiving it trauma-free. I wrote about every detail of how I felt while going through this process, leaving nothing out. I did this several times over the course of a few months, identifying every fear along the way and what triggered it, and visually working through it. When I felt ready to face it, I asked him for it. And then one day he had me kneel before him, naked. He asked me if I was prepared to receive whatever he gave me; I was. He stepped away and returned with a big thick leather belt in his hand. I was very nervous, and he caressed my face with it...told me to kiss it and befriend it. I kissed it and he continued to caress me with it, then ordered me to bend over the bed. He draped it over my back, letting it slide along my skin from my shoulders to my hips and then down my bottom to my thighs. And then he brought it around to my face and had me nuzzle it and kiss it again. The first strike was not a hard strike at all, but brought up all that past fear of mine, and then the second strike came down a little harder, and I had this image of my father whipping me and started to panic. But my visualizations returned to me, and I knew instantly - - this is not my father, but my Master, and I am safe with him. No one here wants to hurt me (emotionally) today. The transfer of this ordeal, from my dad to my Master, gave me great relief. I still do not like the belt though! I do not like the pain it creates, but I no longer relate it to my father (or mother, for that matter). Master is safe. Unlike my parental units, he is not about harming me. For me, I had to come to the emotional realization that my Master is in control of my pain, whereas my parents where not. I am safe with my Master, whereas I was not safe with my parents. And my Master cares deeply for me, whereas my parents did not know how to do that. It was time to lift myself out of my childhood and all its skewed teachings, and put myself at my Master's feet where I belonged. The last time he belted me, just a week or so ago, I was on my hands and knees facing him, looking up at him as he brought the belt down over my body to land on my bottom-side. I watched his face as he struck me, and at times our eyes met and locked and this amazing energy transferred between us. I barely flinched from the belt as I was locked into place by the amazing feelings I felt for him. It was quite a connection - no fear, no cutting pain that flattened me, no scary or negative thoughts. Just an intense connection between Master and slave, which had me begging for more when he set the belt down. Not sure if any of this helps, but here it is, in case it does...
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