ownedgirlie -> RE: "Everyone has limits." (11/5/2006 11:59:25 AM)
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ORIGINAL: juliaoceania To me that is what a safeword signifies, I am in trouble and need to stop, I do not see it even related to limits per se. If I yelled out "red" in the context of my ankle being broken it would just be a form of communication to me.. no different than crying out, screaming, telling him "stop". I called colors once because I sunk too fast into subspace and was fearful of throwing up.... the blood just poured out of my head and into my stomach... I did not consider this a "limit" being breached, I considered it my way of communicating that I was going to be sick... and I was glad the word was there so I did not have to communicate more than that at the time, I was quite out of it. So whether it is a word, a sound that you make, a grunt.. whatever it is, you are still communicating your needs, weaknesses, and desires to stop with your master is the impression I am getting. Where we differ here, is I don't have a random word (or noise) I call out with the expectation of stopping. I tell him if I fear something is wrong, and it is up to him whether or not to stop, pause, or continue regardless. It doesn't matter if I desire to stop or not. Lots of times I have desired to stop but it is not my choice or decision to make. If he decides we keep going, we keep going. If that means I break a limb, then I break a limb. I am pretty confident, however, that he does not prefer me to break a limb. But if he did, then so be it. When I screamed out about my ankle, I knew full well he could choose not to stop and it might break. And in fact, he didn't stop, but shifted his positioning a bit, only after the change in the tone of my cries alarmed him that something was wrong. There have been other times I was not in danger but was experiencing something over the top. I didn't want to continue with it, but had no choice, and so I did. There was no begging to stop. There was no safe word. There was a lot of crying, though, and trembling and shivering, as my mind struggled to wrap around what was happening. Nothing I could have said would have stopped this activity. There was no point in asking to. However, that activity has made me stronger than I ever believed possible, and bonded me to him even tighter. It was the best thing he could have ever done for me, and he was only able to do it because I had no limits saying not to. He knew it was the right thing for me, and trusted his instinct and decision. I trust it, too!
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