It’s really strange to be “my age” and be learning big things about yourself. Sure, no one likes to stop learning and I hope that it never happens, but to be having these pretty surprising things come up over and over again is pretty cool and remarkable.
We’re wrapping up our time in Vegas – a mini-vacation as we head into what will surely be a great time of year for us and the family, but will just as surely be a stressful one. It’s great to get away and goof off and just relax a bit. Hey, I even won $14.50 today on a slot machine. Can’t complain.
You may be tired of having me write about O-control and what I learn, but this stuff, to me, is bordering on epiphany stuff. During this time in Vegas, Charmer has been messing with me in all sorts of ways. The first night out alone she flipped the “me, not you” switch and enforced the denial portion of our dynamic. But something is changing and this was the first time I’d seen this in myself.
There we were, rockin’ and rollin’ – really having a great time and all that. I was in full lizard-brain mode and loving every minute. Truth be told, I was also convinced I was going to be allowed to come. If you do this power-play stuff, you know there’s a difference between knowing (assuming) you’ll be able to come and when you’re sure you won’t. It’s just… different. I don’t mean this in a selfish way, but just in a mental state. I was sure. Positive. [SSC: I have no idea why you were so sure. I’m sure that I told you earlier that night that I wasn’t going to let you come.]
She was controlling everything, but the intensity level was over the top. I was climbing this hill, expecting to “take the hill” as they say and enjoying every. single. minute. of it.
As always, when the time was nigh, I asked if I would be able to come. I thought this was rubber-stamp time. It was in the bag. Well, as you saw if you read her post, it wasn’t. The answer was a simple, direct, to the point, “No.” Like I mentioned, much of this is in her post, in lusty, wonderful detail.
But what happened to me was shocking. I was there. Right on the edge. Wanting, clawing to tip over the edge. Then, “No.” I was scared that I had gone too far. Couldn’t stop. Partly because she wasn’t stopping… THAT is really tough to get through. But as soon as she said “No,” my whole insides stopped the climb. I had no control over it. Nothing to say about it. It was very much like I was a puppet. She’d flipped the switch off.
Sure, I wanted to, wanted to badly, in fact. And to come down far more rapidly, while she hadn’t stopped a thing, only said the word, was a crash. But there was simply no getting there from here. It wasn’t going to happen, and I didn’t stop it; she did. What is that about?!?
And this didn’t happen only once. It happened multiple times (at least 7). Each time, running up to the edge. Then “No.” Then all hell … stopped.
Here’s another thing. A secret if you will (don’t tell Charmer). I had, at one point, decided “screw it. I’m going for it. I’m in full animal mode and my mind is losing to my instincts, what’s the worst that could happen??” [SSC: Let’s just say that you have a really good idea what would happen. Remember the five ruined ones in very fast succession last time?] So I went after it – not in a bratty way (though admittedly in an embarrassingly selfish way) but rather just full lizard mode. I feel like a terrible sub for admitting it, but there it is. I was weak.
Got to the very precipice. I even waited longer to tempt the gods over the edge.
IT ALL STOPPED AGAIN. I swear, it’s like a power switch. Weirdest thing. Unsettling thing. I was fully thwarted. And it repeated again the next night.
It’s very disconcerting to have that happen actually. I was really proud of myself for the control, REALLY proud, but afterward, after I had time to think about it, it kinda freaked me out a bit, I’m not gonna lie.
I’m not pretending I’m perfect in my control, or in managing the lizard brain side of the world (BTW, thanks to Thumper for that reference, it’s a perfect description). I’m getting better. But to feel like someone else is at the controls, that you’re very much a bit of a puppet to their control is … an surprising thing to learn and odd to be able to trust in. It’s pretty damn amazing.
For the record, the inverse of all this is true too. When she did allow it and I had a “yes,” I didn’t know so was holding back a little, assuming in the other direction that the answer would be no. But there it was, a yes. I even re-asked just to make sure I’d heard right. Then, it was like she’d hit the accelerator. All of a sudden I was out of control in the other direction. Within 30 seconds I was crashing over the top, where I thought I was completely workin’ the situation. Not so.
So yeah, puppet it is, I guess.
6 Replies to “Continuing to Learn About Myself, Feeling a Bit Like a Puppet”
Such a great post. You’re a fantastic writer, Snake. I really enjoy reading your accounts. I’m very close in age and am also still learning about my sexuality. I hope that I continue to for many, many years. xx
Thanks! It’s really hard to push that publish button sometimes! 🙂
Great post, as always.
Wonderful to be so conditioned!
I am not sure what my punishment would be for an “accident,” but I know it would include writing 1000 lines–Auntie’s told me that much.
That level of control is always fascinating to hear/read about because it comes so organically, so subtly, that you almost never realize it’s there until something like what that happens. But it’s sort of like your own body starts to become more hers than yours, and obeys her even if it’s not where your mind is.
I really dig reading your and Charmer’s blog. Having the evening described from both sides of the equation really highlights the wonderful dynamic you two enjoy.
My body, and lizard brain, aren’t quite there yet but that switch is almost programmed. MrsL can flip that switch once…maybe twice…before she either has to stop completely or I would be in big trouble. I hope to get to your level..!