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I am off on a rant....... Disclaimer....Though it should go without saying. This is Alt so I have to state the following.............The view, opinions and words expressed in this blog are mine and mine alone. I speak for nobody but myself. You are but a passenger in my mind until you finish reading. That is where you come in by leaving a comment or not..... I was sitting in my office when there was a knock on my door. It was 9pm about a week or so back and I was not expecting company. As I opened the door I saw my best friend and former submissive standing there shaking. She was staring at her feet as she entered and when she took off her coat, that is when I saw her for the first time. Though she was not crying now I knew she had been. Her right eye black and purple and her lips.....They were split wide open. I already knew what happened to her without her even saying a word. I need to amend that I knew who had happened to her. And not for the first time but as I looked at her standing there unable to even look at me. I had already decided that it would never happen again. She was here seeking safety and comfort and she knew when she was ready to talk, I would be ready to listen. I showed her to my room and tucked her in and closed the door. I don't really sleep much and tonight my mind just wouldn't shut the fuck up. The next morning while I was showering she made breakfast and told what happened to her. In her words she told how this like all the other times were her fault. How she let her Dominant down, how she disappointed him by simply not moving fast enough. And of course why he punched her in the twice in front of his friends for embarrassing him. Now I have never met this person but I already know for a fact two things he claims to be are all in his fucking mind. He is no Dominant and he is even less of a man. He hides behind titles he is not worthy of.........No words from me could ever change the way she views this person. I had to show her exactly what he was and when she needed to go over there to pick up some clothes I would show her just that. As we drove over to where he lived I had already decided I was going to give up the one thing that made me who and what I am. And I was going to do it to teach her a very harsh lesson in reality. I pulled up to his apartment and we got and walked to the door in silence. I knocked loudly and he opened the door with a smile and extended to his hand. I decided this was the perfect time to teach a few lessons. The first being be careful whom you trust. I took his hand and crushed his frail little fingers simply because I knew I could. I then released his hand and punched him one time in the side of his face.......I later found I broke his fucking jaw....But back to live action. As he lay there wondering what the fuck just happened to him in 5 seconds.....It was time to teach my best friend her lesson. I called her over to where he was curled up on the floor crying like the fucking coward I knew him to be. I said him.....You could never disappoint him, He was never worthy of you or the gifts you gave him. ...... She smiles a lot more now and her is almost healed. She is staying here now my protection. That means something different to everyone doesn't it? I will clarify in this case. If I asked her to serve me I have no doubts she would, but that kind of power should come with being smart enough to know when not to use it. She cooks and cleans and not because I ask her but because it is in her nature. She is so very submissive and would have given him everything she had, but he tried to take something she never offered. Her self Respect............... I will blow your mind like a verbal John Wilkes Booth |
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GOOD FOR YOU !!!!!!
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La delgada línea entre el abuso y la dominación. Me alegro que ambos estén bien y celebro que la tenga bajo su cuidado, ojalá y haya aprendido la diferencia entre uno y otro. Saludos Y quizás un instante sirva para trazar el camino que me guíe hacia tus ojos.
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