I would much rather be the Pandora's Box or the one who got away. The girl that men love to talk to rather then being the ball and chain at home whom they complain to their friends about because in his eyes she got too comfortable in the relationship and left herself go. I would rather keep my distance and be the shoulder to cry on and the one they turn to for support then to be the one they want to run away from at times because the pressures of being in a committed relationship can weigh on people.
I like being "The Mistress" even it's merely emotional. Being a Domme I get to hear men's secrets, their fantasies, their true desires, wants and needs and I don't have to give into to them. I can ask questions, set the tone, mood and level of depth in the relationship with out having to confer with the other person. It allows me to be mentally intimate with men with out making myself vulnerable. They love me for it. They love to hunt and to chase. There is a built in desire for survival that give men a thrill over doing such things.
The concept of being the helpless princess does appeal to me. But often when I think of the common princesses they are not much different in the fact that they deal with men who have fetishes. Cinderella's prince had a foot fetish, Rapunzel's had a hair fetish, Ariel's love Prince Eric obviously had a thing for water sports and fish. lol Even Sleeping Beauty and Snow white were stuck with me who had necrophiliac tendencies. Although I must say it was fair fetish in Snow White's case because of her thing for midgets.
While I joke about these aspects of life for women who seem to "have it all" I wonder if it is really all it's cracked up to be?
There is always a twinge of jealousy when I see how happy my girlfriends are with their husbands and boyfriends. Then we go into the bathroom and I hear how rotten all their men are and I am thankful yet again that I do not have to listen to fart jokes or clean up dirty underwear at the foot of my bed.
However going to bed alone each night and not having some one, a best friend to talk to that I can be intimate with is taxing emotionally. This is not an easy life I have chosen. Sometimes I wonder if it chose me.
I go between loving this life and my freedom to longing for the white dress and the stale cake.
If I ever did give up freedom for security would I really be me? I would lose my power just as Sampson did when Delilah cut off his hair.
I love the comfort of calling the shots. Of always being in control. I do not think I will ever find a man who is what I want or need. Some one who makes me feel safe enough to let my guard down.
There is wonderment in being the woman that men desire and want to be with. It is a drug not easily given up.
There is always a twinge of jealousy when I see how happy my girlfriends are with their husbands and boyfriends. Then we go into the bathroom and I hear how rotten all their men are and I am thankful yet again that I do not have to listen to fart jokes or clean up dirty underwear at the foot of my bed.
However going to bed alone each night and not having some one, a best friend to talk to that I can be intimate with is taxing emotionally. This is not an easy life I have chosen. Sometimes I wonder if it chose me.
I go between loving this life and my freedom to longing for the white dress and the stale cake.
If I ever did give up freedom for security would I really be me? I would lose my power just as Sampson did when Delilah cut off his hair.
I love the comfort of calling the shots. Of always being in control. I do not think I will ever find a man who is what I want or need. Some one who makes me feel safe enough to let my guard down.
There is wonderment in being the woman that men desire and want to be with. It is a drug not easily given up.
