“I have no limits.”
Ah. That old chestnut.
It is usually delivered with impressive confidence, as though the speaker has just achieved some extraordinary level of submissive enlightenment.
But if you genuinely have no limits, presumably you'll do absolutely anything. Anything at all. Regardless of what it is, what it costs, how uncomfortable it makes you or what the consequences might be.
And frankly, I don't find that particularly impressive.
Having boundaries doesn't make you less submissive. It makes you an adult.
A boundary isn't about controlling what somebody else does. It's about what you accept for yourself — what you will participate in, what you will tolerate, what you will give access to and, ultimately, what you will walk away from.
You don't have to know every boundary you have. Some are discovered through experience. Some move. Some don't. That's called being human.
And if you're going to hand somebody else control, it helps enormously to know what you're actually handing over.
Because if you cannot say no, your yes doesn't mean very much.
I don't need a submissive who has apparently misplaced their spine. I need you to know where your edges are, so I can run my fingers along them.
What interests me is someone who knows themselves well enough to say, “Yes, Mistress,” because they genuinely want to — and “No, Mistress,” when they don't.
That's where trust begins.
So when someone tells me they have absolutely no limits, I generally roll my eyes like they're trying to fall out of my head.
Because everyone has a boundary somewhere.
And I'm rather looking forward to finding out where yours is.
Popcorn, anyone?
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