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It is said that you risk tears if you let yourself be tamed. But what if the alternative is more frightening? To be tamed is to be cherished, for there's no one who could tame me without such affection. I say, let yourself be tamed, allow yourself to be open to that possibility, for when One is found, nothing is impossible. Why not risk tears? Tears are a soul's words. Language is imperfect, words are insufficient. Let my soul speak.
I have been learning, and growing as a person, as a woman, and as a submissive my entire life, of course; but particularly these last seven years. When I look back on my journey thus far, I'm amazed at the person I once was, proud of the person I now am. Also hopeful for the person I am to become. I've held on to my dreams, made new realities. Build on what I've begun.
I believe a Keeper pushes his slave hard to make her into, in his eyes, his perfection. Though the journey may not always be easy, the reward is worthwhile. This is what I seek. My submission is not a lightswitch, to be turned on and off at whim. It's something enduring, more akin to the open flame than the electric bulb. Shape me into your perfection.
Teach me, and I will merely understand, show me, and I will know. I am never afraid of that which I know. Allow me to know, and that gift will be returned. I have nearly come as far as I can on my own. To continue my journey, I seek a Guide, a partner in life, a Master to my submissive. Show me.
Anyone can type the word "slave" "submissive". Typing it does not make it true. I'd advise getting to know me, in a variety of venues before you come to any conclusions.
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"It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand."
The Rabbit sighed. She thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to her. She longed to become Real, to know what it felt like.
- from The Velveteen Rabbit - ------------ end ideal person --------------------------- begin topics profile ---------
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