Most dominate/submissive moment
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AnonymousSlave
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i don't think that i can come up with any one single moment that i would consider as my 'most' submissive. To do so would mean that my submissiveness fluctuates; i don't believe it does.
If i displease my Master, it does not mean that i am less submissive. It mearly means that i have missed the mark and i need to strive harder to attain my goal.
AnelizeDarkEyes
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I have to agree with Eb in part on this one, to ask at which point i felt my most submissive is impossible...it is a part of who i AM. There ARE points on a continuum when i can think of a moment in time, or a particular point in a scene when i felt, at that time, that i was at my most submissive ever. Time moved on, by a hour, or a day, or a week, and another point was reached, and i thought the very SAME thought.
It's such a growth process, and such a continuum of points of submission along a line in my life, that i could never pick ONE point in time and say..."that was the day that i was the most submissive ever." I would be cheating myself, for one thing, of all the potential possibilities to come....and somehow diminishing those times when i didn't reach that magical "super-submissive" state.
I'm sort of rambling here, but it makes sense to me LOL. I just prefer to be an ever growing, ever progressing submissive who remains mindful of exactly where she needs to be, and trusts Him to take me there.
~anelize
It's such a growth process, and such a continuum of points of submission along a line in my life, that i could never pick ONE point in time and say..."that was the day that i was the most submissive ever." I would be cheating myself, for one thing, of all the potential possibilities to come....and somehow diminishing those times when i didn't reach that magical "super-submissive" state.
I'm sort of rambling here, but it makes sense to me LOL. I just prefer to be an ever growing, ever progressing submissive who remains mindful of exactly where she needs to be, and trusts Him to take me there.
~anelize
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One moment? That is a chore. But back a good number of years I was caning D. Her hands were tied above her head. And she was counting out each stroke. Very traditional: "One... Thank you, Sir. May I please have another? Two... Thank you (well, you get the idea.) She had no idea how many to expect. And I was intending to give her 100. One of the many beauties of hearing her count was to catch the various inflections in her voice. Stoic at the first cut. Trying to be stoic at the third. A sense of self-pittying resignation at 25. Summoning her inner stregnth at 40. Then at stroke 70 she whimpered. "Seventy six. Thank you, Sir. May I please have another?" Her voice cracked and she gave out just the littlest sob. I took her hair in my hand and kissed her eye which were begining to tear up. I whispered in her ear "Are you OK?" As soon as she said yes she started crying. I held her close. Licked the tears off her cheeks. Took her down and put her head on my lap. That was a moment I remember. I hope does too.
One moment? That is a chore. But back a good number of years I was caning D. Her hands were tied above her head. And she was counting out each stroke. Very traditional: "One... Thank you, Sir. May I please have another? Two... Thank you (well, you get the idea.) She had no idea how many to expect. And I was intending to give her 100. One of the many beauties of hearing her count was to catch the various inflections in her voice. Stoic at the first cut. Trying to be stoic at the third. A sense of self-pittying resignation at 25. Summoning her inner stregnth at 40. Then at stroke 70 she whimpered. "Seventy six. Thank you, Sir. May I please have another?" Her voice cracked and she gave out just the littlest sob. I took her hair in my hand and kissed her eye which were begining to tear up. I whispered in her ear "Are you OK?" As soon as she said yes she started crying. I held her close. Licked the tears off her cheeks. Took her down and put her head on my lap. That was a moment I remember. I hope does too.
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One moment? That is a chore. But back a good number of years I was caning D. Her hands were tied above her head. And she was counting out each stroke. Very traditional: "One... Thank you, Sir. May I please have another? Two... Thank you (well, you get the idea.) She had no idea how many to expect. And I was intending to give her 100. One of the many beauties of hearing her count was to catch the various inflections in her voice. Stoic at the first cut. Trying to be stoic at the third. A sense of self-pittying resignation at 25. Summoning her inner stregnth at 40. Then at stroke 70 she whimpered. He hips swayed slowly at each new stroke. After each additional cut I stroked her hair. "Seventy six. Thank you, Sir. May I please have another?" Her voice cracked and she gave out just the littlest sob. I took her hair in my hand and kissed her eyes, which were begining to tear up. I whispered in her ear "Are you OK?" As soon as she said yes she started crying. I held her close. I licked the tears off her cheeks. Fondled and pinched her breasts. And then took her down and put her head on my lap. That was a moment I remember. I hope she does too.
One moment? That is a chore. But back a good number of years I was caning D. Her hands were tied above her head. And she was counting out each stroke. Very traditional: "One... Thank you, Sir. May I please have another? Two... Thank you (well, you get the idea.) She had no idea how many to expect. And I was intending to give her 100. One of the many beauties of hearing her count was to catch the various inflections in her voice. Stoic at the first cut. Trying to be stoic at the third. A sense of self-pittying resignation at 25. Summoning her inner stregnth at 40. Then at stroke 70 she whimpered. He hips swayed slowly at each new stroke. After each additional cut I stroked her hair. "Seventy six. Thank you, Sir. May I please have another?" Her voice cracked and she gave out just the littlest sob. I took her hair in my hand and kissed her eyes, which were begining to tear up. I whispered in her ear "Are you OK?" As soon as she said yes she started crying. I held her close. I licked the tears off her cheeks. Fondled and pinched her breasts. And then took her down and put her head on my lap. That was a moment I remember. I hope she does too.
