It would be easy to think/say that the Dom is the only one who gets the freedom. After all, the world is his oyster. He gets to pick and choose what he wants his sub to do, use her in any manner that he sees fit. He is free to do with her as he pleases.
But subs have their freedom as well, and maybe even more so. Yes, being able to do whatever you want has an aspect of freedom to it, but then again, so does having to do whatever you are told to do. Lack of choice…or, rather, not worrying about having to choose can be just as liberating as the one calling the shots. This of course is why balance is such an essential structure of a healthy D/s relationship.
The most significant freedom for a sub, though, is the freedom of absolute and complete sexuality. Here’s what I mean. There are certain things I do with L that she would never ask me to do. Things she would never confess to enjoying. I do things to her, in her words, that ladies are not supposed to want to have done to them or enjoy doing them. By giving me the decision-making when it comes to all sexual matters, I have given her freedom from those concerns. She does not have to worry if what she is doing/craving would be considered “lady like” because she simply has no say in the matter, she does what is my bidding and that is that.
I suppose in some ways it is a double bonus. She gets the knowledge that she is pleasing me, and if what we do makes her drip (as it usually does), then, you know, winning!
I don’t believe I have ever managed to get her to confess to a fantasy of any kind, though I have relayed many of them and a good number of them we have worked on. Others will be worked on when the moment presents itself. Do these fantasies I have mirror ones that L has? Maybe. She won’t admit though, just bow her head and say “Whatever you want, Sir” while, down below, there is a good likelihood that a wet spot is forming on the front of her panties in anticipation of what I want.
Because maybe, just maybe, Miss Pristine wants it as well.
There are times I want to grab the back of her hair, bring her to her knees, and command her to tell me. To bring out her darkest fantasies. Maybe she is already living then, but maybe there are others. I want to make her confess to things she wants to do..with me…perhaps with others. I want her to speak of cocks and cunts, of cum and come, of pain and pleasure. Bring it all out of her, let it all roll out her mouth befoe my desire from her words overcomes me, and then no more words come out of her mouth…they won’t be able, because I will be fucking it.
I could do those things, of course. Make her tell me…everything. I have started a new ritual on Thursday called “Tell All Thursday” where she has to answer any question.
I could do all of those things.
But then again, why take her freedom away from her?