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| CalifChick
| Hetero Female Submissive, 51, Fresno, California
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I don't buy into that "submission is a gift" line. A gift is something you give with no expectation of anything in return, which is certainly not my definition of submission. Being submissive is my orientation, it's who I am. Submitting to someone means accepting their leadership, seeking their guidance, digging deep into the dark places where the trust hides and letting it out, and above all, striving to please them.
For all of those that have fallen in lust with my avatar in the forums... I'm sorry to have to inform you that the naked ass bound in rope is not me. Maybe twenty years ago, but not now. Go get a tissue for your tears, g'ahead, I'll wait.
I am in an open, poly relationship.
If you want to read my journal, click on "view full profile" then the journal will come up at the bottom... just trust me on this one.
Cali
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One of the best things I ever participated in, known as 'Dear Cali': http://www.collarchat.com/m_1693546/mpage_1/tm.htm
Four years come and gone. I asked Master for release just before Christmas. So now I'm dating again. Dating. Seriously???
This weekend I was at a party, and talking to some new people. One person asked me how you decide to submit. I explained that submission, FOR ME, is not an on-off switch. With Master, I started so slowly that I was hanging onto someone else at the time. Over the last year, he gradually took control of more and more aspects of my life, most of the time without me even realizing it until it was a done deal! Imagine THAT! His influence is broad. He is always present in my day, as if his hand is on the small of my back, guiding me. His wisdom enlightens me. His wit amuses me. His heart is intertwined with mine, loving me.
Hibbie and I ate our weight in king crab tonight. I think they flinched when they saw us coming.
I left the Bahamas after four days and moved on to St. Pete Beach to meet up with the girls. Crabcakes, crabmeat omelettes, steamed king crab legs... life is good. We had Sangria at our little Italian place, key lime pie at picnic tables on the dock, and revisited the birthplace of 'finger-bangin' - it's hawwwwttt'. I have taken refuge in the air conditioning for a bit, before going back in the ocean. The water is so beautiful... the only evidence of the recent hurricane is some seaweed on part of the beach. The sandbar offshore only lost about a foot in height, so it still is an effective barrier against rough surf, giving us small, gentle waves. This break from real life comes to a close in the morning. Time to pack up our bags, say goodbye to our friends, and head on home. Back to alarm clocks, deadlines, and dirty laundry. Back to wakeup calls from Master, tasks to accomplish, and IMs to snicker over.
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