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Sunday, March 13, 2005

The Question

As He approached the room, Frederick could hear anastacia weeping; her barely audible voice asking for forgiveness. Frederick wanted to rush up to sta, put His arms around her, and tell her everything was fine. Unfortunately, He couldn't.

she had failed to follow a direct command. Or, did she?, Frederick wondered to Himself. she had asked, practically begged, to not have to do it, but she had not refused. No, He had given in and retracted the command. He could have pushed her. He could have forced her to either comply or use her safeword. Instead, He had been weak and relinquished control. she had called it an act of compassion, but He could see nothing but weakness. she had a safeword to use and she had chosen not to use it. Their relationship was based on an assumption that, if any command exceeded her personal boundaries, she would use her safeword. Therefore, He should have pushed the issue. He should have forced her to decide whether this command was beyond her limits.

He knew why she did not want to make this choice. she felt the safeword was not to be used casually. And, He agreed. she had never used her safeword. He had never asked her to exceed her boundaries. If this time He had asked too much, it was her responsibility to tell him in no uncertain terms that she could not do it. Anything less than using her safeword had to mean she would follow His instruction, whether she wanted to or not. her submission must be complete up to the point where her personal boundaries would not permit it.

When they had discussed it, she did not seem to understand this. she felt He should take her pleas into consideration. Maybe she was right. Unfortunately, all He felt at the moment was that she had taken control of the situation. she had convinced Him to retract a command without having to use her safeword. Although He occassionally felt weak and out of control, this was the first time He could remember it being because of her. she had always made Him feel strong and in control. But, not tonight. Tonight, He had submitted to her will.

So, what do I do about it?, thought Frederick. He stood in the doorway of the room, watching sta's naked form kneeling on the cold, hard floor. she was shaking, but He couldn't tell if this was from the cold, from her emotions, or both. His heart melted at the sight of her clearly offering herself to Him. He could see how much she wanted to submit to Him. They were both learning the parameters of their relationship, but the ultimate responsibility rested with Him. He had caused this, and He would fix it.

He stood straight and strode into the room to a position directly in front of her. He looked down at her and spoke, "sta, my most prized possession, I forgive you. you still must be punished, but know that you are loved. In fact, if I did not love you, there would be no need to punish you. But, before we get to that, tell me something. When we were discussing your refusal to obey Me earlier and My decision to retract My command, you started to say something about it demonstrating more control to be compassionate and not make you follow a command with which you were struggling than to push you into doing it or using your safeword. I apologize if I didn't get that exactly right. In any case, please elaborate. How do you see this as having more control? your punishment will depend on your explanation."

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