True Love And Bdsm

Im partial to an exotic novel now and again and my most recent read by kate marley titles subtexts takes you through her lifetimes experiances in the world of submission, the ending is heartfelt where she declares the following to her dom that falls in love with her and starts to find it difficult to continue their bdsm relationship because he cares for her so much. This hit home for me because my current partner confessed the same, when we first met he was very firm and strict and loved to push my limits then the close we got and the more we fell in love with eachother he went soft on me for the same reason. luckily we over came it and i recently showed him this as it explains exactly how i feel as if taken from my own heart. 

When you hurt me I like it, I crave it even. I don’t know whether you can tell that when I’m glaring at you. When my eyes are filled with tears, when I’m blushing, even when I can’t quite hide my expression of fear at the thought of whatever fiendish thing you’re going to do to me next. Being so completely on the back foot, being demeaned, being hurt, diminished, does it for me. Feeling your hands at my wrists, at my throat or in my hair, feeling you over power me, master me, makes my breath quicken. It makes me wet. I lie in bed at night thinking about it sometimes.

 

 Yes you hurt me but you do it with my permission. I beg you to do it, literally sometimes. Hurting me isn’t a bad thing in this context. The fact you’re you, your kind, intelligent, polite, lovely is what makes me confident and safe enough for you to do that. I wouldn't give anyone the power over me that I give to you. In fact I’ve never given any other person the extent of the power over me that I’ve given you. And I give you this power because of the vanilla you. If you were as merciless and harsh all the time as you are when you’re choking me then I wouldn't want to play with you. Don’t get me wrong, when you’re doing that, when your cocking an eyebrow at me, when your making me whimper, its hot enough to make my nipples harden and my **** wet just thinking about it. But I like the paradox. I like both sides of you. I like the fact I can trust you to hurt me, to take pleasure in having the power to make me cry, and yet still be thoughtful and lovely enough afterward to give me a hug, make sure that I’m physically ok, get me a glass of wine or a cup of coffee. That is a good thing. These two sides of you aren’t contrary to each other. They fit together perfectly, and both show a considerateness and awareness of other people’s needs. Hurting someone who wants to be hurt is not only not a bad thing; it’s practically a cathartic kindness. .

 

 

I’m happy with you being both the man my mum would want me to bring home and the one she’d warn me about in one complex, interesting and fascinating package. And I’m happy being me, needing to be hurt , craving it, wanting to be humiliated and demeaned, loving being challenged and being pushed and sometimes pushing back.

 

sublucy sublucy
26-30, F
May 8, 2012