while i think that reading about an imperfect Dom might be a refreshing and interesting read, the issue i see with 50 shades are twofold. 1) the author really doesn't know her subject matter; bdsm. and 2) the relationship isn't just imperfect, it's abusive.
i could very easily write pages and pages based on this question, especially since the two people who have taught me the most about myself as both a sub and a switch have already chimed in, two whom i am honored to call friends as well as Mistresses past and present. really, tho, in my mind, there's really only one important thing here, and it has nothing to do with training. whether you are a Dom, a sub, or a switch, it's all about giving the other what they need. it's selflessness, and not selfishness. surprisingly, it's even more important in a Dom/me - that desire to give your pet pleasure, to take care of her needs above yours, to keep her safe and protected and happy. i have never done any kind of training. i identify as a sub, but the same tendencies within me that allow me to be a sub, also allow me to be a switch on occasion.
remember this - if anyone wants to become a Domme as a power trip, or they think it's just about sex, they're doing it wrong. it's not all about having someone under your thumb and using them - it's taking care of their needs, usually before your own. being a Dom/me is much harder than being a sub. subs simply react. Dom/mes need to guide and be responsible and to be in control at all times. i have nothing but respect for good Dom/mes, and zero for a bad one.
i was licked by a stranger under a bench at a solstice party while people sang country... hey, wait! that was you?
The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
~
thank you for your inspiration.
i'm offended that it's assumed that, because of my gender, i can't throw. i can probably out throw 50% of the guys here, maybe more. also, why do men have to be tougher than girls? i'm not into stereotypes. i know some pretty damn tough girls. i know some pretty damn tough men. i know some very gentle souls of both genders.
things i will do without asking a writer's permission (i'm a mod). fix obvious misspellings or typos. fix obvious incorrect punctuation. the alternative is to send the story back with an list of every single instance those changes need to take place in the hopes that they will fix them themselves.
things i will not do. replace or change words or alter their story in any way - i might give suggestions, but that's it. this is pretty much standard for all the mods. we'll fix little mistakes. we won't do heavy edits or change your story in any way, shape, or form without permission.
that's an official stance, btw.
Probably Wonderland, Lucy's tale. it's over on the blue site. Oh, the Mrs V, if you put them all together over here is pretty long too...?