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WinsomeDefiance -> RE: Blood: subdermal vs external flow (9/1/2007 11:47:58 PM)
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Bitatrouble, this really is one of the more thought provoking posts I've seen on the board so far. Granted, my time on the boards has been marginal, but still. This post made me stop and really THINK. I might even list this post down on the other post about "What Makes you Think."
I see your correlation between bruising and bloodletting (in the fetish sense, not the literal historical sense).
I hate to use religious references, because of the chance of offending someone, but when I think of the symbolism inherent in how various cultures over the years have viewed blood; it is hard not to reference back to religious practices. Please hear me out. I'm not attempting to proselytize, I promise!
It isn't just blood that is considered sacred. When you hear scriptures about Christ and how he was bruised for our transgressions - there is a strong sense that his sacrifice, his flesh, his surrender - and ultimately the spilling of his blood saved mankind of all sins. Ok, this is admittedly an extreme example of how strong and deeply ingrained the sacredness of blood, and conversely the taboo of blood spilling flows through many people. That was just the most obvious example. As Archer stated, blood and/or fluids has been considered the "life force"in many cultures throughout the ages.
I doubt most who list it as a hard limit, really even know why they do so - except its the popular trend these days. If you were to ask them, they would say things like we've heard, "I don't want to take the risk of blood born pathogens" (definitely a reasonable safety caution!) but I wonder sometimes if it might be a reason that runs deeper than that. Especially when they are intimate with their play partner.
Why most people wouldn't consider bruising to be a part of blood play might fall under the driving fascination of their fetish. Most who have a blood fetish get that visceral feeling from the site of blood flowing, its scent, its texture and/or its taste. Because the fetish isn't satisfied by the manipulation of blood beneath the flesh, it simply doesn't do it for them the way actual flow, or drop or taste, or site or smell of blood does.
I hope this came out at least partially coherent. I should never post at nearly 3 am. If I sound like a total raving lunatic....spank me.
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ORIGINAL: catize
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If I may relay an experience I had (not like you can say no, I'm already typing it), Master once cut my skin, intentionally. As the blood trickled from me, he slowly and gently scraped his knife up along the wound, so that it dripped onto its blade. And then he held the blade to my mouth and pressed it on my lower lip. I opened my mouth and he slid the blade in so I could lick it clean.
It was an intensely erotic and intimate encounter. He can take life from me, yet he feeds it back to me. It is all his. The power is his. He can pull from me what he wants - my very blood - and yet rather than let it fall to nothingness, he caught it, owned it, and gave it back to me on his blade. He owns my very blood, and allows me to have it. He can take it away any time, but he will always feed me life. It as profound for me, and significant. It was an amazing moment of bonding. For us both, I believe.
Owned, your description here was very powerful. I felt it, saw it and could almost taste it. Thank-you for sharing!
To answer Bita’s question; there are people who literally faint at the sight of blood outside the body. They have no control over it; as if they go into a state of shock even if it isn’t their own blood. In their minds, a droplet becomes a river and is viewed all out of proportion. When it comes to bruises they probably are able to overlook that it is blood pooling within the muscle tissue.
Another thought is that deliberate cutting is invasive and may be just too much of a good thing for some.
Sometimes limits are not based on rational thoughts, rendering it more difficult to apply logic to engender a change of mind.
One of the things I like about wiitwd is so much of it is messy and we, or at least I, seem to revel in the primal ooze.
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