The Shriveled Belly

Time and again, I've come across women who are struggling as slaves.  Some struggle with feeling lost, unfulfilled, dull, and listless, despite the steel around their neck.  Others are wounded—burned, because in seeking for a collar, they followed a man down a path that really, really hurt them.  And a few are feeling disillusioned, wondering if Gor isn't all it's cracked up to be, wondering if all that comes from Gor is pain and heartache.

As I've listened to these women share their stories, it's become more and more clear to me that a lot of the pain is coming from unfulfilled expectations.  A woman expects a particular experience to meet her needs, to fulfill her, to bring her joy, and it doesn't.  Often she casts around for a reason and may pick one from the variety that is available to her, but what she doesn't realize is that the experience she signed up for was never designed to meet her expectations in the first place.  She was doomed for pain at the outset.  By picking that particular experience, she was unwittingly picking a space of suffering.

I really don't like suffering.

So, in the interest of vanquishing suffering and sundry other unpleasantries, here are a few words on what women should expect from various common experiences they may encounter as they move forward. (Okay, so it's more than a few words.  I've split it into several posts.  It seems I get rather verbose when I'm on the soapbox.)