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Anastasia Harris

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Sexy panty pics ♥

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:o it’s in ;)

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Arienne on the Red Couch

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It’s Easier Being a Submissive

When my then-friend, eventually to-be-hubby, proposed an online long distance d/s relationship several years ago, I was scared and intrigued. We talked about limits, about abuse, about power, about my worry that being a submissive was taking away something from me as an intelligent woman. Obedience and kink that was oriented towards an unequal power dynamic in our relationship had me concerned. 

I was reassured when He told me that He loved me and would

-Never let me be harmed;
-Want me to feel cherished, not degraded;
-Never want me to be mindless;
-Always want to protect me;
-Never be insensitive to my needs and desires.

And, with our 4th wedding anniversary just a few weeks away, I can tell you that since He made that promise, He has NEVER broken it. 

I’ve struggled with some things He wanted me to do, and things that may come one day. I’ve been nervous, scared, even upset. But I’ve never felt unsafe, nor my feelings disregarded. We’ve never had a safe word, frankly I don’t know what I would use it for if I did have one. Even when I do things I hate I know He loves me and is not indifferent to what I’m feeling. Sometimes, I just have to do what He wants despite what I feel, and He has to push me to do those things that He knows I truly detest. I think it’s a required part of making the slavery not just a bedroom kink. Slaves do things they are told, whether they like it or not.

In the early days, I thought I had it a lot harder than Him. I had to submit, do things I had never considered doing willingly before. Subordinate myself to abide by the decisions of someone else whom, under any other circumstance, I would expect equality or tell them to get lost. To be sure, it was fun too, like any bedroom submissive can tell you. But it was also a challenge for me to obey ‘just because.’ I’m not a child and being ordered around…well if I wanted that I’d have joined the army. He had it easy. A woman willing to suck and fuck when He wanted, dress how He liked, (to be fair, it was rare He imposed any such requirements because He likes my taste and independence). I had fun, but really lived at another’s beck and call and simply took it for granted that He was having just that much more. He got me to do things I was not enthusiastic to. How fun for Him! He had authority (and the control over our finances as the only breadwinner) to deny me my education. He could decide to indulge His wish that I be a housewife, rather than get a job of some kind. Ahhhh, the life of a Dom!

After being pushed hard this weekend, and the ongoing discussions about what we may or may not do in the future, I realized it was He who had it harder. Yes He gets what He may want, any fantasy He wishes.. But He ALSO has to take into account if I’m saying yes because I’m a slave, or if I’m actually going to like what we do. If I will resist because I’m afraid, or if I will be harmed emotionally by what I am made to do. Not to mention simply ensuring I’m healthy and happy overall. Yes I cannot refuse Him, but equally He is not keen on reducing me to a useless vegetable or causing psychological issues in me. Not merely for selfish reasons either, but because He loves me. There are many many things He could have demanded, but didn’t.

He has told me many times being a Dom is a huge responsibility. I didn’t realize until recently just how much that is. And how lucky I am that He takes His very seriously. 

~Pet