The Master/Slave Aspect in my RP

I've been getting some flak for this, so I'll address it. Again.

Honestly, I've gotten a lot of flak for it over the years. Whatever. I'm not changing my character(s) so that I try to please everyone. It doesn't work.

I'm also not going to stop mentioning it on my RL account, either.

So here is a brief explanation for both the RP aspect and the RL aspect.

Shara The Orion:

Shara has no desire to lose her freedom. To her, there would be no worse fate than to be put back into a situation where she has lost her freedom, where she is someone's property. She has no desire to be a slave.

For the most part.

Her experience as a slave wasn't always unpleasant. She had several Masters over the years that were benevolent and kind, and they treated her more like a treasured pet than their property. With those Masters, she was pampered, treated well, shown a great deal of affection.

No, it wasn't ideal, but it wasn't bad. Not compared to the Masters that beat her, hurt her, and far, far worse.

So she has what Ian refers to as her "Dark Side." The part of her that craves that type of relationship. Being "owned" by someone, but with the safety of having her freedom. A roleplay within a roleplay, if you will.

It also explains her attraction to dangerous men. Powerful men. Deadly men. The type of men who were her Masters.

Shara O'Ryan:

My reasons for my love of collars and cuffs are far different.

I own and run my own company. I also run a household. I am in charge, making decisions all day - every day. I often need to channel my inner bitch.

And I am okay with that.

But the appeal of finding someone worthy of my trust - someone that I can hand over my control to for a time - is a very attractive one for me.

I'm not weak or submissive as a general rule. Quite the opposite.

But to be able to find someone worthy of collaring me, strong enough to handle me, who can take control behind closed doors? Whose pet I can be? Who would treasure me and allow me to adore him in return?

Someone who would treat me as an equal outside of the bedroom, but who would relish a gentle touch on my collar and a knowing smile when we're out in the public eye, enjoying it when I blushed at this gentle, private reminder of what goes on behind closed doors?

That, my friends, would be my Heaven.