lovingpet
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Joined: 6/19/2005 Status: offline
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I've found that when one side is overly provoked, a lot of switches can't satisfactorily flip. He's got you by your little submissive heartstrings and it is nearly impossible to see him as anything other. No? My partner is not switch, but I can see how that can happen. The very thing that allowed them to dominate us in the first place makes it next to impossible to view them otherwise. Even from the bottom, he's really in control and that has got to be a pisser! LOL I've said it takes one hell of a dominant to subdue most switches. It is this perceived dripping, sopping purity of distilled control that finally lets us give it up. Now how on earth can that be cut strongly enough to both retain our submission AND allow us to hungrily and freely dominate that same person? Very rarely can we. I find the ability to switch within a relationship pretty much nonexistant. It can happen with me, but there is a certain tightrope that must be walked to perfection. I am pretty much unilateral in my relationships because of this. There is no way, no how, that I will EVER overtake my partner even if he were switch. At best I'd be serving his masochistic needs if he had any. It is a perfect impossibility. Losing that independence in the process is a hateful thing! I know. I watch it slip away every day to this man. What happened to the days when I could manage my own affairs and everyone else's too? When did I become so vulnerable, fragile, and small? As much as I hate it, though, it is the draw in the first place. Somewhere far deeper than my egotistical self is willing to entertain, I need those things. I need to let go, drop the walls, be protected, guided, and nurtured. I hunger for the control over me. I thirst for the pain. I need those boundaries and absolutes like the air I breathe. I hate to admit those things. It is so insufferable to have to look at the stark reality of it, but it is me. This is who I am and those things are what I need to thrive. It is hard to come to terms with that. Still, I have to make my peace. My peace come through the love, the trust, and dichotomous freedom I find in my shackles. Hugs darlin! lovingpet
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