Don't.
What a word , albeit abbreviated lol.
As a kid I heard the word don't more often than most other words and definitely more often than do.
Don't go there.
Don't do that
Don't forget to.
Dont say that .
Don't eat that.
Don't.
Don't.
And as a kid I listened , to a point. Kids by nature are inquisitive so don't does not always work.
As I got older the word don't became a challenge. Don't play with fire you'll get burnt , how burnt ? You haven't specified how much I'll get burnt so to clarify this I need to play with the fire. I got burnt of course but I found out exactly how much I can get burnt depending on much I play with the fire.
I was older now , more adventurous , pushing more buttons , looking for the reactions.
Don't was now an invitation to me. It invited me to go down that street or in that building or to hang around with this lad or that lad. Good thing about invitations are they can be rejected refused and returned so there's always an out, thankfully because I may have accepted the don't invitation but it didn't mean I knew what the fuck I was doing did it ! Nope.
So I grew up became a teenager on the cusp of a legally considered adult and the word don't was still following me around, but, due to muscle memory, scars and ringing endorsements I knew that don't no longer was a challenge or indeed an invitation to me but was a guideline, a stop sign , a moment given to think first and then maybe act.
Adulthood was now my life and society was my path where don't was a pretty strong word . It was a word with many powers and I had become respectful of it.
Don't was now this invisible but very real boundary in my life. It kept me from doing things that really didn't work in open society , I mean turning up to work naked from the waist down I don't do that , eating soup in a restaurant with a fork I don't do that , or sitting under the chair instead of on it I don't do that.
Don't now kept me safe. It gave me a job , a family , a mortgage even gave me health because I knew I don't drink water from puddles in the road !
Then again.
Don't , hmm, it was also kinda knocking the free spirit out of me in ways. It began to sterilize my thinking a bit especially about myself. I think it at some point turned me into a cog in a machine I some how had fallen into yet didn't really notice .
Don't in the context of my BDSM was now more vanilla that vanilla itself.
Don't had inserted boundaries in my life and upon me that were actually horrible and not really of my conscious doing .
BDSM then became my fight back against don't. It gave me the word so rarely heard in childhood back and that was do.
Oh my , do .
I will do.
You will do .
We will do
Do. Do. Do
Does not mean that don't disappeared it just means don't was no longer in charge completely. The invisible boundaries became very clear to see now.
Don't go to work with your submissive on a leash and collar butt plugged up , no don't but by all means do in the place you can have your submissive on a leash in a collar happily butt plugged up.
Don't be at a restaurant in nipple clamps and have the server paddling the arse of you or your dining companion while you browse the menu but do be in the place you can wear nipple clamps and paddling arses like there's no tomorrow while waiting on the food in the oven to cook.
So don't .
So do.
For me thankfully I learned the differences between two words , when I do use them and when I don't use.
Thank fuck for BDSM too I don't know if I could do without it !!!