What pissed you off today?

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Most "Doms" can't dom their way out of a wet paper sack, so it's not as big a concern as one might imagine. I've been taken advantage of my whole life, and it's mostly been vanilla people. As far as the other questions, I suggest reading about internal enslavement and/or messaging the owner of the site on FetLife. I don't feel like I'm qualified to answer the questions, honestly.

Mmmm, I need a beginners guide. :) I'll have a hunt around, thanks bunny.
 
Mmmm, I need a beginners guide. :) I'll have a hunt around, thanks bunny.

You're welcome.

Reading back over that, it looks like I was blowing you off, but I promise I wasn't. I'm just not really sure how to answer. Sorry! :eek:
 
Ok, I had a look and read further.

Blanket consent as a concept I can follow and try to appreciate it. Some of the stories there, in particular a recent thread about literally being bought, really do make me think about people just being grabbed up, but I know I don't know the full story.


My question now is, what happens when a sub has this deep, submissive, instinctual response to a Dom who isn't the right one for him/her? And this Dom takes advantage of that? And refuses to let the sub go despite things really not working out? What if people fundamentally change for one reason or another? How does that work out then?

People can and do fundamentally change over the course of a lifetime. That happens in most relationships.

The questions you ask point to the seriousness of the decision to make a lifetime commitment. I would recommend that anyone considering "slavery" as a relationship look long and hard at the decision you're making.

Don't make the decision out of lust. Don't make the decision simply because the idea turns you on. (I would even go so far as to encourage people to wait until they've had a variety of different experiences before they choose that lifestyle.)

I've had friends who entered year-long contracts, and walked away from slavery at the end of the year, glad for the experience but not interested in a lifetime of it.

Short-term contracts allow you to test the water with a particular partner, giving both an escape clause.

But I'm interested in reading more about "internal enslavement." (Thanks for the recommendation, Bunny.) It sounds a lot like the process I'm involved in
 
People can and do fundamentally change over the course of a lifetime. That happens in most relationships.

The questions you ask point to the seriousness of the decision to make a lifetime commitment. I would recommend that anyone considering "slavery" as a relationship look long and hard at the decision you're making.

Don't make the decision out of lust. Don't make the decision simply because the idea turns you on. (I would even go so far as to encourage people to wait until they've had a variety of different experiences before they choose that lifestyle.)

I've had friends who entered year-long contracts, and walked away from slavery at the end of the year, glad for the experience but not interested in a lifetime of it.

Short-term contracts allow you to test the water with a particular partner, giving both an escape clause.

But I'm interested in reading more about "internal enslavement." (Thanks for the recommendation, Bunny.) It sounds a lot like the process I'm involved in

I really don't think it's for me, not right now anyway.

Mostly, because it terrifies me.

Odd, I do dream of that perfect mix of white picket fence, kids, and a D/s relationship that lasts forever.

I just don't think I'm suited to M/s.

Might change when I grow up though :D
 
My grandfather is in the hospital and unlikely to ever come out. I almost don't want to see him because I know I'm not going to be able to handle it.
 
someone is reading my messages to him and it's not him.

gives MisterSir a hug
 
My grandfather is in the hospital and unlikely to ever come out. I almost don't want to see him because I know I'm not going to be able to handle it.

I get this. I didn't go to see my grandpa in the hospital before he died. He was pretty far gone with dementia at that point and I knew I would have gone to pieces, also I just didn't want to remember him that way. My sister went and she was a mess afterward.

Hang in there MS, sorry to hear about this.
 
My grandfather is in the hospital and unlikely to ever come out. I almost don't want to see him because I know I'm not going to be able to handle it.

I so understand what you mean, but I'd still encourage you to go.

I visited my grandmother the morning she died, and it was one of the greatest gifts she ever gave me. :rose:

You might handle it far better than you think you will, and you'll never know if you don't go.
 
I so understand what you mean, but I'd still encourage you to go.

I visited my grandmother the morning she died, and it was one of the greatest gifts she ever gave me. :rose:

You might handle it far better than you think you will, and you'll never know if you don't go.


I was with my dad when he died. In all honesty I didnt handle it well at all and strangely its that fact that haunts me a little now.
It was hard and horrible, but I am glad I was there and that he was surrounded by people who loved him the most in th world.
I agree with Eastern sun and would encourage you to go if you can muster the strength. I hope you are ok.
 
the whole situation

choosing not to make use if that opportunity
 
I was with my dad when he died. In all honesty I didnt handle it well at all and strangely its that fact that haunts me a little now.
It was hard and horrible, but I am glad I was there and that he was surrounded by people who loved him the most in th world.
I agree with Eastern sun and would encourage you to go if you can muster the strength. I hope you are ok.

MS, I'm really sorry to hear about your grandpa.

I would echo what Minx says here. I watched my dad die in hospital last autumn. It was really fucking hard and I'm still haunted by it (it was a traumatic illness and the actual death itself was extremely traumatic for my dad and for those of us around the bed). But what counts is that he died with the people he loved around him.
 
I was bored, so I went over to the GB for some entertainment.

I was not entertained.

I am still bored.

:mad:
 
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My new next door neighbour.

The unit next to me, has TWO clothes lines, I have none. I've always had a reciprocal arrangement with other neighbours.. I can use the clothes line, and if they need outside access to their yard, they come through mine.

But no, this one wants to keep her backyard secure.

Well, we'll see how she goes when she wants to get in from the back, or move outdoor furniture in.

*puts my vindictive hat on*

Yes, I know she has every right to do that, I just think it's a bit harsh. It's not like I'm bringing a dozen people through there.
 
Incipient clinical depression (goddammit I thought I had that thing BEATEN with CBT and fish oil supplements started when healthy); chronic neck pain; the offensiveness of him refusing to acknowledge that what we have is, de facto and plain to the meanest intellect, a full-blown relationship (hell, he's about 500% needier than I am in it - yet he refuses to call it what it is); workload; recent weight-gain on my holidays; hunger from trying to reverse weight gain; the fact that I have not had a driveway or the ability to park within 200 yards of my house for over a month now because the man who's paving my driveway keeps going on holiday (I must be paying him too much); but mostly, incipient clinical depression. I worked out the other day that in the quarter century since my first bout of severe depression, I have had 8 severe bouts, which together have robbed me of about 16 years of living. 16 years spent staring at the wallpaper, not doing anything other than work (sometimes), sleep and eat, and feeling constant profound pain.

Goddammit. Here we go again.

Allow me to curse my genes. This thing has been handed down from father to son (and in this case, daughter) for three generations.
 
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Incipient clinical depression (goddammit I thought I had that thing BEATEN with CBT and fish oil supplements started when healthy); chronic neck pain; the offensiveness of him refusing to acknowledge that what we have is, de facto and plain to the meanest intellect, a full-blown relationship (hell, he's about 500% needier than I am in it - yet he refuses to call it what it is); workload; recent weight-gain on my holidays; hunger from trying to reverse weight gain; the fact that I have not had a driveway or the ability to park within 200 yards of my house for over a month now because the man who's paving my driveway keeps going on holiday (I must be paying him too much); but mostly, incipient clinical depression. I worked out the other day that in the quarter century since my first bout of severe depression, I have had 8 severe bouts, which together have robbed me of about 16 years of living. 16 years spent staring at the wallpaper, not doing anything other than work (sometimes), sleep and eat, and feeling constant profound pain.

Goddammit. Here we go again.

Allow me to curse my genes. This thing has been handed down from father to son (and in this case, daughter) for three generations.

:rose:

H also has this HUGE black dog. I have nothing but the platitude to hang in there.

You've done this before, sometimes that takes an edge off in itself.
 
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