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tsatske -> RE: How far can suspension of disbelif go and how do you get that far? (10/11/2009 3:29:43 PM)
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Role playing can be fun, and maybe since we are talking 'suspension of disbelief', that is a better ground from which to answer this question. You are right, leadership, imo. the OP reminds me of a sisterslave I had once. She played hard and she played with a vengence, but whenever she played, there was this kind of sheen on her, you could almost see - this smile, this smirk, that said, 'gee, this is fun - of course, it's all a game, but a fun one.' She actually burst a little bubble of suspension of disbelief that I didn't relize I was enjoying until she popped it. We were tied up together, and my Master at that time left the room to bring in more toys. I was trembling, my eyes rolling back in my head with anticipation. She said, 'You're actually scared? Why would you be scared?' I said, 'He is going to hurt us.' Now, I'm a painslut, but I'm a fear slut, too, so I enjoy that fear that says, this might be the time that hurts SO bad.... she said, 'He'd never really hurt you.' I answered, 'He wouldn't injure me, he wouldn't damage me, but, yes, he often does HURT me...' but, as I said, the bubble popped. Because, yes, that Master often DID hurt me, and I loved it - but, he never, NEVER really did anything that actually hurt ME, with my high pain threshhold of a painslut - in front of others, for fear of scaring other playmates. A fact I had managed to lock into a unused storage room of my mind, until that conversation with the my modelesque sisterslave, C. Which at that moment, I thought should stand for cunt, cause I have to say, I did not enjoy that session nearly as much as I should have, once it occured to me that, she was right - he wasn't going to hurt me, Dammit! Not that night, at least. On the other hand, I saw her bubble of disbelief poped once, when she smarted off to him when we were just sitting around talking, not playing, and he pucked up a paddle from the table and walloped her across the back. Her look as she picked it up and walked around the table - that, 'this is a game' smirk, went to something like pure disbelief and shock when he smacked her with it. You could almost hear her safe little bubble of 'this is all a game' burst, it was almost audible, and I think the pressure lowered in the room - anyway, I know my ears popped. <grin>.
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