Have to agree with that -- when someone tickles me, there's a pretty good chance that I will have a hysterical (I hate that word but it's the only way to describe it) laughing fit and be unable to breathe. It's not like, say, being whipped, because even if I manage to choke out a safe word and the tickling stops, the panic from not being able to breathe won't. So no tickling, please.
On the other hand, I have at times rethought what I believed were hard limits, not because my Master pushed me to rethink them, but because our relationship deepened over time and my trust for him grew. I have found myself volunteering to try things that I'd previously refused, out of eagerness to show my devotion and to submit further.
I guess that "true limits" are like "true love" in that you always think that's what you have, but the only way to know for sure is time.






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