lennythelion
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Growing up in the 70s and 80s, I consider myself a "post-feminist". That is, it isn't my generation that burned their bras or fought for equal pay or whatever. In fact, "feminism" is something of a dirty word to those of us born in the 60s. I usually prefer to think of myself as an "egalitarian".
And I realise that men of my generation think the same way. They have certain ideas about how women are and how they should be in relation to them, that are very different from our parents' generation. Of course, this is a good thing. Unless you want him to slam you against the wall and pull your hair.
I am sure I am not the only woman who has experienced a warring of emotions between the "modern egalitarian woman" persona she has always identified with, and the "submissive slut" persona she revels in being. I expected it. I deal with it.
What I didn't expect was that Sir also experiences the same warring of emotions. While he has no problem tying me up and fucking me dirty, he balks somewhat at my requests for him to be rougher, and I am not sure what to say because I find it incongruous that he should want to attach clothes pins to various parts of my body and drip hot wax on my skin, but not pull my hair a little bit.
Anyone else with similar experiences? And philosophically, how do you deal with this warring of emotions?
And I realise that men of my generation think the same way. They have certain ideas about how women are and how they should be in relation to them, that are very different from our parents' generation. Of course, this is a good thing. Unless you want him to slam you against the wall and pull your hair.
I am sure I am not the only woman who has experienced a warring of emotions between the "modern egalitarian woman" persona she has always identified with, and the "submissive slut" persona she revels in being. I expected it. I deal with it.
What I didn't expect was that Sir also experiences the same warring of emotions. While he has no problem tying me up and fucking me dirty, he balks somewhat at my requests for him to be rougher, and I am not sure what to say because I find it incongruous that he should want to attach clothes pins to various parts of my body and drip hot wax on my skin, but not pull my hair a little bit.
Anyone else with similar experiences? And philosophically, how do you deal with this warring of emotions?