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    dots Submission Name: To Sir, With Lustdots
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    Author: nebnim
    ASL Info:    21 - Female - My Room
    Elite Ratio:    4.01 - 284/405/75
    Words: 613
    Class/Type: Story/Passion
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       Dedicated to a different kind of love.


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    dotsTo Sir, With Lustdots
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    When i stand in my room, eyes on the closet, thinking of what to wear that will please you most; i realize that you have such control over me even when you are not near me, Sir. My legs shake with such anticipation that i sometimes find it hard to move in that graceful way that you’ve so graciously complimented me on.

    When i stand in our bar, waiting for you to rescue me with your glance, your touch, your indifference, i feel that flush, Sir, which only you can ignite. And then you walk in, and i anxiously wait to see what your mood will be tonight. Will you nod to me, accepting my presence, or will you simply walk by me without so much as a glance, not waiting to see if i follow? Though you know i will, Sir. At times you come right up to me, demanding with your eyes that i look back into your stare, something that is still hard for me, Sir. You put your hand on the back of my neck, on that spot that can either bring me to my toes, or drop me to my knees.

    And then it’s back to your place for a night of play, be it for your pleasure or mine. Sometimes you deny me that privilege. Demanding that i please you until you are spent and sleepy, then casting me away, my body aching, my desires open and needing in such a way that i have to force it down and try my best to ignore it. In the early days of our play, i could sense your hesitation when it came to you demanding certain things of me; as if you were worried of what i could (and would) take for you. But now, after all this time, that hesitation is gone. You know that denying yourself the freedom to say what you want and need of me would also be denying me of that challenge that i so deeply need. To gain your approval, your slight smile of satisfaction. For that, Sir, would surely rob me of what i am. Rob me of a masochistic, obedient martyrdom.

    Then there are the times when you bring out the things we both love. And i sigh happily as i eagerly raise my hands for your beautiful restraints. Arch my back lovingly for the strokes of your heavy flog. Shiver as your lips pass by my ear, gruffly whispering what you expect of me. What you demand of me. That you know when i’m standing, i want to be kneeling. When i’m kneeling, i want to be groveling. When i’m groveling, i want nothing more than to be prone, your boot pressed against my back as i squirm on the floor.

    In this time together, Sir, you’ve allowed me to grow into the girl you wanted me to be, the girl i've always longed to be. In your strong arms and painfully perfect hands, you’ve shown me love. In your restraints and bonds, you’ve shown me freedom. i do not wish to be your slave, or your pet, or your plaything or toy…i just want to be yours, completely and without a hint of doubtful pause. Thank you, Sir, for demanding more of me than i would ever had demanded of myself. Thank you, Sir, for pushing me to my limit, then nudging one inch further. If not for that, i would never be aware of what i was capable of, and i would not have the pride that comes with those capabilities. Thank you, Sir, for granting me pride.




    Submitted on 2006-04-26 19:30:42     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Oooh wow!
    Okay - your exploration of the differing views of pride and dignity is to be commended. I have NEVER seen anything like this - it is so completely original in my eyes.
    Wow.
    Okay - I love the writing - in particular the way you incorporate rhyme a couple of times.

    "i just want to be yours, completely and without a hint of doubtful pause."

    Even without the masterful control of language - the theme behind this piece is just so unique that I would like it anyway. Reading it has enlightened me... wow - i'm raving, I know.

    You depict her awe of him by addressing him only as "Sir." I like the way in which you have left the characters completely anonymous..., it implies that a situation like this can be universal.

    The girl seems insecure and this is reflective of many people - people who will do ANYTHING to feel needed, and who misinterpret rough handling for love. She fails to see that she is being exploited for what she can give - and only appreciates the fact that she can please 'Sir'. His needs and desires have taken over her existence. This scenario sounds like those women who cannot leave their husbands or partners because of this mistaken sentiment.

    Wow again - sorry I can't stop. Umm... you can change several of the 'i's' to capitals...

    It makes me think of a dog that has such unconditional love for its master that it comes crawling back after being kicked in the ribs... It makes me think of Nancy in Oliver Twist. wow wow wow.

    I LOVE the ending - it is forceful and spectacular and so masterfully woven:


    "In this time together, Sir, you’ve allowed me to grow into the girl you wanted me to be, the girl i've always longed to be. In your strong arms and painfully perfect hands, you’ve shown me love. In your restraints and bonds, you’ve shown me freedom. i do not wish to be your slave, or your pet, or your plaything or toy…i just want to be yours, completely and without a hint of doubtful pause. Thank you, Sir, for demanding more of me than i would ever had demanded of myself. Thank you, Sir, for pushing me to my limit, then nudging one inch further. If not for that, i would never be aware of what i was capable of, and i would not have the pride that comes with those capabilities. Thank you, Sir, for granting me pride."

    You can change a couple of the commas into semi-colons... no, just thgat first one in the paragraph.


    Oh, hang on - I just realised- DON"T change the I's - the lower case shows how little she thinks of herself - me stuupid!

    THANK YOU!

    shana.

    | Posted on 2006-04-26 00:00:00 | by shana | [ Reply to This ]


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