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I can’t do it so, logically, neither can anyone else!

April 24th, 2007


I donâ??t talk about these parts of our life together. Here or
anywhere else. Because to do so I have to sugarcoat them and lie and pretend
that the depth of my slavery isnâ??t real or face the consequences should the
wrong person find out and attempt to â??saveâ? me.


It's frustrating to me when people come to conclusions based
on what they themselves have experienced and completely ignore the simple fact
that there are other people who have experienced a great deal more than they
have. They make vast general assumptions and statements citing their own
personal beliefs as the science behind them that provides hardcore evidence.
The fact of the matter is, just because you've never experienced something does
not mean it isn't there.

For example, no limits slaves.


I don't touch on this subject very often because it so
devastates the psyche of the faction of BDSMers who just can't grasp the concept
of a person who chooses to give up all of their limits and/or rights. Okay that
was snide and perhaps uncalled for, but this entire subject irritates the hell
out of me.


I am a no limits slave. There is no "maybe" or
"sometimes" or "if the mood suits". And if you find it
difficult to believe that's your prerogative and we all know what they say
about opinions. should have gotten them shorter. Oh well.> But make no mistake, I do not
retain the right to have any limits. Everything I am and everything I will be
belongs to Master. This means if He wishes to take a finger, a limb, my life,
it is all His to take.


I hear you naysayers out there. "The law doesn't allow
for it. If He took any one of those things and got caught He'd go to prison.
Even if you signed a waver or something saying He could." Duh. We are not,
however, speaking about the limits of the law. We're speaking of my limits. And
I tell you I have none.


Master has bound me by words alone and told me He was going
to cut me, describing to me the process of what He was doing to prepare for it
while I held position, blindfolded, not moving a muscle in anticipation. To
some of you, being cut or cutting someone is no big deal. For me it is huge. It
turned out to be a huge mind fuck (what He did do was apply a homemade zipper I
had no idea He'd made to various parts of my body and yank it off), but I held
perfectly still in anticipation of being cut until the moment He told me I was
allowed to move.


He's held my throat in His vice like grip while I laid on my
side with complete capability of pulling away and asked if I would die for Him.
I didn't move. And the thought in my head while He tormented me was "You
might very well die for His pleasure tonight." so don't tell me that I
know He'd never kill me. I hope He wouldn't. I hope He enjoys owning me
and He doesn't have a taste for death and especially not my death and
He'll let go before it goes too far. But how can you really know for certain
that anyone, regardless of how well you think you know them, will not decide
that murder is a viable option for them? Or an enjoyable one.


I donâ??t talk about these parts of our life together. Here or
anywhere else. Because to do so I have to sugarcoat them and lie and pretend
that the depth of my slavery isnâ??t real or face the consequences should the
wrong person find out and attempt to â??saveâ? me.


And no I donâ??t believe that your refusal to die for your
owner makes you less of a slave. I believe it makes you different. And
different is a good thing. Because if there were six billion raynes running
around weâ??d all be some desperately unhappy bitches having no one to own us. Not
to mention I fully believe that if I knew someone else exactly to the letter
like me and had to deal with her on a day to day basis Iâ??d be hard-pressed not
to attempt to kill her and she me.


Anyway, the point was donâ??t assume that just because you
havenâ??t seen, done, touched, felt something it doesnâ??t exist. Chances are it
does and itâ??s wonderful.

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