There’s a lot of talk about pain in BDSM relationships, here and “everywhere.” That’s to be expected, I suppose. Not only is it a kink that seems exciting, even addicting to many masochists, but there’s the novelty of curiosity to those who “wouldn’t got that far” yet find reading about it (or viewing it) erotic as hell. But there’s also a tender side to BDSM — and I don’t just mean the parts that are twisted, spanked, clamped, abraded, etc.
There are sweet sides to submission.
There’s the exhausted elation of being used & abused which goes past endorphins & orgasms… Past the emotional joy of serving another… There’s something else which transcends those things, for those things are one-sided “all about me” feelings, and I am speaking of the sweetest sugar — the bliss of knowing that you fulfill the desires of another as they fulfill your desires.
You realize that you are not alone in some masturbatory pursuit of pleasure, but in a relationship. Even if that relationship is a temporary one of just a few minutes. For once you have shared in the satisfaction of sated physical & emotional needs, have you not fully “related” to one another? And when you repeatedly meet, share, relate, you build not only the knowledge and means to extend, increase & intensify one another’s thrills, pain, & orgasms, but you begin to rely on one another.
I can’t speak for Blackie or any other Dominant, I shouldn’t even dare to; but there must be a reciprocating sweetness for them too… Surely there’s some affection for those that serve & rely upon them.
As a submissive woman, I know that whatever joys I receive (be they direct physical ones, like orgasms, or the indirect fulfillment of my emotional desire to please) are achieved only through dedication to my duties — delicacies assigned & evaluated by those I serve. My joys are at the discretion of my Master.
I never forget that.
How can I forget it when so often I reach states of being so satisfied, exhausted, and full that I feel unable to take on more… Only to have a Master stimulate me & wring more out of me than I ever imagined.
Eventually, cycles of repeated stimulation, slutty neediness, satiation, release, and repletion (and, sometimes, back ’round again) brings a sense of reliance — even dependence.
I must rely on the one I serve to have such things. And I know I am privileged to have such joys. I am indebted. And no amount of dedicated service to however unseemingly, sordid, painful, &/or humiliating tasks or any sordid treatment can really measure up to such gifts as I receive.
I happily return to pay the price — over & over again. I surrender willingly to whatever Master seeks in satiating his own desires via an “any means necessary” sexuality.
Even if what abuse I take today, tomorrow, the next day, etc. just offers the chance for a “someday” of such gifts to be given again.
All images from Slaves In Love.
