ownedbyPF
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ORIGINAL: LillyBoPeep i will say, i'm not an alpha. i've never wanted a bigshot leadership position (much to the chagrin of my relatives, eh); all i've really wanted is to be owned, be a mom, and have a couple of pets. hahaha that said, i still respond to this "higher on the scale" feeling; people who make me feel as though submission is almost compulsory. I'm with you on this. I've never wanted to be the leader... in anything, really. A slave, and a mom, were all I wanted... much to the utter dismay of my family. (Not that they know the slave part, but the whole idea of being a stay at home mom floors them) Anyhow, I can lead, I can lead well, I've been pushed into that position many times, but I don't like it. I don't want it, and am always entirely happy to shed that skin the moment I can. I've always been able to spot the Dom in any group... moth to a flame. Indescribable, instantaneous zeroing in on. I swear I'd know if one had been in the room and left minutes before I had even entered. It's a pull that makes something inside of me stir... like butterflies flitting deep in my core. My head gets fuzzy and I can feel a glow hit my face, a light radiate all the way through me... that says boom... him. Friends would lament to me, when I was dating, where do you find them? My answer... everywhere. They were just as drawn to me. It is that mutual energy that collides. I bought an olive wood cutting board for my Owner recently. It's beautiful and is the size of a paddle. The man who sold it to me wanted to know if I was married, when I said yes, and that was for my husband, he told me it would make a great paddle. And what's funny is that in 2 minutes with that man, I can tell you that he isn't a Master, it isn't something that breathes deep from his soul... he's a top who enjoys hanky spanky stuff for fun. When it is something that is so utterly intertwined in you, you know in a flash who has what level of Dominance, if any, coursing through them. It's like a barometer that hits and measures their level. For me, the higher their spike, the fuzzier my head gets. And when it collides to the point of hair pulling, clothes being ripped off, slams against the wall, begging, crying, screaming, being utterly used and taken, completely primal... wow... I couldn't be in a relationship that didn't have it. I like that my Owner strokes my hair, kisses my face, and pulls me close, but if he didn't beat the ever loving shit out of me for his pleasure, without any regard to my pleasure, if he didn't demand everything from, and totally consume me, it would all go by the wayside. ~s
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