Attention from others.

December 12th, 2012

Nearly seven years: That is the length of time Master and I have been together as a couple and in all those years never did I think to flirt with another man up until approximately three months ago. In fact, not only did I not engage in a flirtatious manner a part of me actually believed it was wrong to do so; a form of cheating really. I held that viewpoint so strongly that I would not even comment on profiles from Fetlife that were of men and the rare gentleman I did converse with I was certain to share with Master all our exchanges keeping the topics neutral and impersonal. There were one or two men that I befriended and still speak with to this day; again though, all with Master’s consent and knowledge of all that is discussed and I am clear not to overstep any invisible boundaries. In a nutshell I kept a distinct distance between myself and the male gender and in doing so I believe I lost a little of myself.

I have, since I was a little girl, had male companions. My dearest and closest of friends were boys who eventually turned into men and although the relationships were never of a sexual nature, there was a flirty aspect to our exchanges, a sexual awareness and that harmless banter fuelled me; gave me a different kind of pleasure than that of a coupled relationship would.

Flirting is fun but for me, the idea of such behaviour while in a relationship just seemed wrong. Perhaps it also stemmed from the fact that I am in a D/s relationship, one of a power exchange and to be sexual on any level with another man, a man who was not Master seemed grossly disrespectful. Funnily enough though Master has always flirted with other women and I do not have any issues with that. Oh I can feel the pang of discomfort from time to time when I felt as though his affections were directed elsewhere too often; however, overall I am comfortable with his interactions with other women. In fact I think it is healthy and can build self esteem and confidence which is extremely sexy in a partner and something I would not wish to take away from Master or anyone else for that matter.

I know that since I started to re-enter the world of playful verbal exchanges I actually feel more alive. I have also come to learn that it is not fair to expect one person to be my everything because that is simply impossible. Master gives me a great deal, he brings much to my life but he can not be everything and he should not have to nor should I be his. My exchanges with other men have nothing to do with the love I have for Master, they do not diminish it in any way and it has taken 7 long years for me to understand I can be a sexual person, a flirty person with men and still love Master, be loyal to him.  In fact I feel more affectionate with Master now that I do partake in flirting. I feel more confident, more sexually aware of myself and desires and I am genuinely happy and that makes me a better partner, a better lover, a better slave.

I am very much in love with Master. He fills me and every time he reaches out to hold me, touch me, pull me closer I beam. I can not imagine anyone else filling my heart the way he does and I am grateful for the love we share. He gives me something no one else can and I treasure us and the man he is. He can not fulfill everything inside me though and I should never have expected him to; that is far too big of an expectation and entirely unfair. I am certain my flirting will come and go just like everything else but in the meantime, I shall embrace this rekindled pleasure, growing from every experience, happy to have found that part of me once again.

And I will also continue to value and cherish the love I have for Master and he has for me and how he expresses his love,  such as in moments like yesterday when he returned home from work having picked up a chocolate covered egg wrapped in pink Cinderella tinfoil. Cinderella is by far my most favourite of all fairy tales and after all these years he still remembers that. Those little moments, they fill me in ways no flirting ever could. They are deeper, more meaningful and leave a lasting impression in my heart and soul and that, that builds a life long love.

Continual growing.

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When kink kills.

November 6th, 2012

We are told to live and let live and I do understand the need for tolerance in a world where such a diverse group of people exist; however, for me there is a limit and that imaginary line is drawn at feederism. Now I know there are attractions between all types of people and I fully believe that everyone should have the experience of being loved and desired but at what cost?

When a man or woman goes on a binge of under-eating and over-exercising to the point said individual is killing him/herself  we as a society intervene. Loved ones will even host an intervention to get said person help and this one act is done because such behaviours can be terminal, in fact in many cases the starving person will die either directly from a lack of nutrients or ailments caused by being malnourished.  In a nutshell it is not safe to be unnaturally thin just like it is not safe to be grossly obese which is why feederism is not a kink I can simply respond with “not my kink but that is okay” because it is not okay.

Yes, you read that correctly I am making a judgement and I will not apologise for it. Feeding yourself, having another feed you to the point where you can no longer take care of yourself, where you can not walk or bathe or even use the toilet because you are so large your skeletal structure can no longer support you is not okay. Is it your choice, yes. Do I agree with it? No and in this instance I will actually fight against it. Do not misunderstand I am not going to stand on my soapbox and preach to anyone I see who engages in such an activity; there are far greater causes to challenge but I will not sit here and nod my head in a reassuring and or encouraging manner.

There is an ultimate power play at hand when it comes to feederism especially when the fed succumbs to such poor health and muscle tone that he or she must rely on the feeder to take care of his/her basic needs. When an individual reaches a weight of 700, 800 even 1000 pounds or more  they no longer can tend to his/her well being therefore surrendering all control to the one with the food. This is a power exchange of extreme circumstances and although the idea of being that dependent on another can be erotic it is also extremely harmful.

The human body was meant for movement and our bodies can only withstand so much pressure before it collapses, before it starts to deteriorate. My concern is not about aesthetics; I am not criticizing anyone for being heavy or thin; my attention is focussed on the damage a person is doing by forcing the human body to expand to such a devastating degree. My concern is the psychological ramifications of such an act and where does the etymology stem from? An unhealthy diet, a body mass that exceeds a healthy measure is an act of suicide; granted a slow one but the end result will lead to death and because of that I question one’s mental stability when participating in such a quest. I am aware there are risks to nearly all activities and hopefully we all weigh the risks before venturing down a new path but sometimes the path less travelled is better left alone.

Just because you can do it does not mean you should. 

We live in a world of instant gratification and a mind set of if I can I will. There are reasons why we should not always participate in a certain act and I believe we are forgetting this simple rule of common sense.  Freedom of choice comes with a price, are you willing to pay it?

~cockdoll

 

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