Gardenista -> RE: Mind Fucks (12/8/2007 3:19:05 PM)
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ORIGINAL: juliaoceania Let me give you an idea of how he fucks with my mind in ways that make me feel small and vulnerable... He recently restrained my arms behind my back and told me to do something that I tried very hard to do, and then insisted I was doing it wrong... I knew I could not do it without access to my hands, but I continued to try anyways... and yet he kept telling me I needed to try to do it this way or that way.. I kept trying until he threw me down, laid on top of me, laughed and said "It is so precious that you kept trying even though you knew you couldn't do it" as he looked at me lovingly... at the time my sense of self was small, and I felt so very frustrated that I could not comply... yet I kept trying because he said I should, and yet when it was over I felt my sense of self grow larger because I pleased him in my effort alone.. so I felt small and vulnerable, and then took pride in that... it is beautiful to me. That to me is a mind fuck, because I believe in him enough to believe I should be able to do it because he says I can... even though I can't And he fucks with my mind all the time when we talk, just little things that make me unsure of myself, and then turns around and feeds me to let me know I am doing what he wants... See that to me would have made me feel foolish, like I was being made fun of and intentionally made to look like a fool for someones amusement...It would have made me feel like the person had ZERO respect for me. But as I said before...the whole "mind job" thing just feels wrong for me. If you and your "D" type flourish with this as a part of your dynamic thats cool... It is indeed very cool to see the many different ways we relate to each other in this lifestyle. And being made to feel foolish is yet another kind of mindfuck that my husband does to me all the time. He makes me walk through puddles, or threatens to order me to do something highly embarassing. Sometimes he follows through, sometimes he doesn't...but it's the gulpy, nervous dread of it all that's the icing on the cake. It's very, very reassuring in the end to know that no matter how dumb I can potentially look, he'll still love and cherish me.
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