I need to be free to choose not to be free.
If someone told me I had to be a slave because I am a submissive woman, I’d fight like hell to be free. I need to know that everything I do is my decision. That’s what makes it okay because I have the ability to exercise free will and make choices independently of any external determining force, and when that power comes my way I’ll consensually give myself up to it, only then will I truly be free.
My wish is to be courted and treated like a lady; I am a whole person, not a list of activities connected with a warm body. I’d like to talk freely about life instead of limits service instead of safe words with someone who likes me just the way I am. I need to be with someone that makes me laugh and lets me speak my mind. A man who knows what I’ve done and where I’ve been and doesn’t think it’s crazy or dirty, or that it makes me a whore, unless I’m his whore.
PEEL AN ONION, THERE’S LOTS OF LAYERS
These layers are in a sense my walls, the protective skins of my being. What you chance to endeavor if your interest demands to discover is but a mystery. You’ll find that I may submit or resist the very stripping of me my soulful sections, a complex blend of emotions. What you conquer or coax to uncover there in lays the treasure and core of me.
What should you know about me? That depends all upon you, for most people only see what they want to see, and so I’ll leave the illusion to you and the reality to me.
http://cgfa.sunsite.dk/stuck/p-stuck4.htm
Although the term sphinx is commonly associated with the monumental statuary of ancient Egypt, portraying a being half-king, half-lion, rarely female, there is another entirely different tradition. It expresses the sinister side of the female force, often in disturbing imagery. The tradition is Greek, and the form is that of a demon-like winged woman, lying in wait for passers-by to whom she poses certain riddles. Those who cannot disentangle her webs of meaning she devours. Only Oedipus succeeded in this game of life and death, symbolizing the rite of passage which each being must undergo to perceive the truths of the universe.
THE RIDDLE OF THE SPHINX
In Greek mythology, the Sphinx sat outside of Thebes and asked this riddle of all travelers who passed by. If the traveler failed to solve the riddle, then the Sphinx killed him/her, and if the traveler answered the riddle correctly, then the Sphinx would destroy herself.
THE RIDDLE: What goes on four legs in the morning, on two legs at noon, and on three legs in the evening?
Oedipus solved the riddle, and the Sphinx destroyed herself.
THE SOLUTION: A man, who crawls on all fours as a baby, walks on two legs as an adult, and walks with a cane in old age.
THE RIDDLE OF CHEEKYBOTTOM
This painting and poem is symbolic to me: Once He, understands my nature, I will cease to exist and become reborn through him his Dominance.
I see myself in this painting, she has a strong soul like I do, and she seeks what I seek "The" man who will show his strength and mastery. Right now she is full of power, the power only a woman can hold, and when she finds him, he who has the answers to releasing her submission only then will she surrender and relinquish everything to him.
The kiss of the sphinx is a "slave", a slave in her quest for "true" submission, and one day, someday a slave to her rightful Master.
~THE KISS OF THE SPHINX~
'The marble image came alive,
Began to moan and plead -
She drank my burning kisses up
With ravenous thirst and greed.
She drank the breath from out my breast,
She fed lust without pause;
She pressed me tight, and tore and rent
My body with her claws.'
~By Heinrich Heine~
