eastern sun
hungry little creature
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"If you want, you can write that your husband said 'You dodged the bullet.'"
I dodged the bullet.
I dodged the bullet.
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I have loved these types of Pygmalion relationships, and have allowed myself to be reshaped by more than one.
But though we usually think of the sculptor creating the "ideal" out of the raw and crude material he's presented with, it's interesting to note that the original myth of Pygmalion tells a slightly different story.
According to Ovid, Pygmalion rejected women because of prostitution, and devoted himself to his art. After creating an ideal form out of stone, he then fell in love with his creation, and prayed to the gods to bring it to life.
Apparently some Renaissance writers took it the next step, and wrote of how the statue, once brought to life, remained cold and unresponsive to his love due to its stony nature.
It wasn't until Victorian England that "Pygmalion as molder of women" took shape.
edited to add: I have no idea what that has to do with your post, BiBunny. In pursuing some creative ideas, lately, I've been allowing myself a lot of tangential thinking. I would be very interested to hear about your experience of being "created."
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I think we s-type beauties often comfort ourselves with the hope that the D-type's beast will be pacified by the strength and gentleness of our devotion.
But what happens if it doesn't? What happens when you change and he doesn't?
What happens, ten years down the line, when he takes a unilateral action out of the blue that changes the course of your life?
Will you be ready?
And at times I wonder if my own pliability instead of pacifying the beast is making it more demanding ...
The story of the dancing shoes always filled me with horror.
There was a story about an elf in Maurice Sendak's Little Bear collections, who was chased by his own shoes.
And Dr. Seuss' "empty pale green pants with nobody inside 'em."
I wanted my mom to read those stories to me over and over and over again.
Something about being chased by empty clothing pushed my terror button.
That Seuss story is totally scary. NOt funny or cute scary---just fucking scary. Those pants have haunted me for years.
That Seuss story is totally scary. NOt funny or cute scary---just fucking scary. Those pants have haunted me for years.
why is that the stories that provoke out inner fears as children are still best remembered as adults and passed on?
when I was really young someone gave me a really old copy of Grimm's Fairy Tales...it had lots of versions of the bloody dancing shoes, young virgins arms being cut off by their fathers, father's marrying them to replace the mothers..that, combined with 40's and 50's era sci fi perhaps warped me.....
eastern_sun... your Master is fortunate to have such an intelligent, beautiful and dutiful slave, and you Dear Lady are fortunate to have such a loving and firm Master.
The very definition of a Master/slave relationship. Very symbiotic!
I wish you both continued happiness and pleasure.
I never knew how much I liked to be called "Dear Lady" until you called me it. Thank you
This was my first time reading this thread. Thank you for sharing. You are a very lucky slave. What a wonderful life you have with your Master and family. Thanks again for sharing.