Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
The choice to keep one’s boundaries is always acceptable.
Any Dom who tries to tell or convince a sub otherwise should spend one night in a submissive’s shoes, with no limits, and then see what they have to say about it.
On top of all of that, there’s something else a Dominant must consider before accepting this gift.
There’s already a battle we fight within ourselves, as Dominants, to follow all the rules set within a D/s relationship. Like it or not, that is a choice we make each and every time we put our hands on our subs.
We are human, after all, as Doc likes to remind me.
It would be so easy to let hormones, selfish pleasure, and animalistic instincts rule, to keep going after someone who’s at your mercy tells you to stop—as in they truly want you to quit what you’re doing to them. It’s an ugly reality, but it’s reality nonetheless.
That battle is easily won for some, barely even a whisper of a thought that passes through one’s mind—after all, you can’t make the decision to follow a rule if you aren’t conscious of there being one. You can’t make the right choice if the choices aren’t presented. The millisecond it takes for your brain to pose “Rule 23. Follow? Yes/No” and then the millisecond it takes to decide “Yes” could be the whole of it, the entire battle taking place within less than a second. But it’s still a decision that was made, no matter how quickly.
For me, the agreements we’ve made set the scene itself. I’m aware of what she likes and doesn’t like, so why would I include something I know she doesn’t enjoy? But while playing, experimenting, trying something new, or maybe something old but in a different way, we might stumble upon an act that toes a boundary.
As her Dom, it’s my job to recognize it. It’s my duty to stay behind it, even if she seems like she’s enjoying what we’re doing in that moment. Limits are not to be broken unless that’s discussed before the scene begins. Period. So, I make the conscious decision to not go past it.
I never would. For me, it’s a battle easily won.
But it’s still a choice I make.
Then there are Doms, good ones, whose battle isn’t so simple. They have to put in a tremendous amount of effort to make the right choice, to adhere to their sub’s limits. They can make the right decision every… single… time, never once crossing that line, yet internally, they’ve gotta beat back that beast with every ounce of self-control within themselves.
That’s a case in which a Dominant should most definitely hesitate before accepting their partner’s unlimited submission. To ask themselves some important questions. Like, with no boundaries to be conscious of, no guidelines, would they have the ability to focus on not pushing their submissive too far, if they already have to put so much of their willpower into not pushing them past things they’ve made it clear they don’t want to do?
But on the other hand, some people naturally want to rebel against rules, and that’s where that struggle trying to play within them comes from. They just hate coloring inside the lines and want to let their creativity roam free. Hand them a drawing pad instead of a coloring book, and they’re perfectly content and will create something beautiful.
So in that Dom’s case, removing the rules might ease some of that instinctive opposition, taking away the pressure to conform. Making them more trustworthy without boundaries than they were with them.
There are so many variables. So many things to consider. It would be a sign of wisdom for a Dom to take their time making such an important decision.
But for me, the decision was made the moment she wrote these words. Because I will deny her nothing. And if taking on this extra, tremendously imperative responsibility is what she needs me to do, then goddammit, that’s what I’m going to do.
And I’m going to relish every fucking second of it.
CHAPTER 14
Twyla
Why isn’t he saying anything?
Why isn’t he ripping open this box and having his way with me?
I blink my eyes into focus, after holding the doll-like expression in anticipation of him opening the flaps and getting his first look at me, and I peek through the little holes to see what’s going on. He’s reading the card again, his face stoic, and instead of panicking that I gave him a shitty gift, the expression soothes me.
He’s taking what I wrote seriously. He’s reading the words again, silently this time, to better absorb them, to mull them over in his mind. And any time he does this, the results are always astonishing. Usually it’s him reading the instruction manual for something.
Yes, I’m lucky enough to be married to the only man in the world who actually makes a point to read the instructions from front to back.