Kana
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What is sadism to me? The intentional infliction of pain on another. It should be noted at the outset that I am a provocateur, I enjoy making people squirm in many areas of my life, not just BDSM.I have always put others on the spot to see what reactions can be elicited from certain stimuli, when I was younger I thought it was just an examination into human nature, now I see it as the beginnings into the exploration of the nuances and usages of power. The way it feels is tremendous; it is the highest high that I know. Circling a bound woman, knowing that with a touch I can bring her to pleasure and pain, agony and ecstasy, that I control the depth of her torment or the giving of bliss, what could be a headier tonic to imbibe? To know that she has surrendered herself to me to do with as I will, out of hope, desire, passion, need, and to play upon these things carefully, subtly, watching every twitch, every reaction, the measure of her breath, the pulse at the base of her neck. To watch her quiver at a touch and whimper at a blow and to know that I am in control of it all, it is breathtaking. I dance on the razors edge. As I move through a “scene” I am falling into a zone. People talk about subspace all the time, but I become completely tunnel-visioned in on her, the outside world ceases to exist. All that I am becomes focused in the now, the immediacy of the next act, the next motion. It is akin to a meditative trance state but deeper because it is shared. I have crashed hard after lengthy extreme play and it can be a brutal experience coming back into the world. I used to scroll scenes in that I knew what I was doing when and how. As I have gotten older I tend to pick out one or two toys out of the chest and use those exclusively, often these are common household items. The last time I was at the Crucible I used pliers, a feather duster and a rope, that’s all, but it was more than sufficient. The actual interaction is a dance, some art, some creativity, some repetition dictated by a juxtaposing of her reactions and my whims. I intersperse sensation play with pain, arousal with control, switching back and forth, bringing her deeper down but always unpredictable. The things I always focus on are breathing, body temperature, and capacity to react internally. I ask questions, talk, run a string of banter, but I am always touching, grasping her hand, and watching reaction times. I know I am in the right spot when she can sense my presence even bound, blindfolded and hooded. When the bond has grown so tight that she can feel me we are working together in twain. When the slightest brush of a hand makes her arc, when sensations are amplified, and when she is whimpering and quivering she is mine, mine, all mine and I am all that is in the world to her. Does that help? Edited for spacing...grrr, damn formatting issues.
< Message edited by Kana -- 1/22/2008 8:55:25 PM >
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