Real Life Stories - Entries for March 2005

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It’s a story too long to outline in an message, and it would none to different than countless others you have received. It will suffice to say that what began as subtle suggestions and then not-so-subtle demands while enthralled in ecstasy began to be a more general, daily, relationship of her as the lead partner and myself as a more humble, awestruck, obedient man.

Now, she waves her hand or speaks a word or two and I act according to her will. It’s not correct to say we play or that it is a fetish恋物 — a strong sexual focus on one thing game we play. I genuinely enjoy the arrangement at my core and she is absolutely for real in recognizing her dominance; as am I.

I must admit I have sometimes wondered if I could break away from her control; if I could stand up for myself in some macho way and have a different sort of relationship with her or someone else. However, I know the answer. I so much do not want to do such a thing that it becomes an impossibility. And, even then, if I did have such an ongoing notion, our life together and how she is and how I am, tells me no matter what, I could not stand in opposition to her. She rules me. I love it and the results it produces for us, for her, and for myself. No matter what though, I am so controlled by her every whim that I doubt I could function to do anything other than what she wanted.