BossyShoeBitch
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Joined: 1/13/2007 From: South Florida Status: offline
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ORIGINAL: DarkVictory Where does my sadism come from? My brain. No brain, no sadism. "what are you looking for from them in regards to your sadism?" That really depends. I find that it's a wide open arena of demand and expectation, that varies from day to day and from partner to partner. At one extreme, I'm the kind of 'Top' that can service a bottom's desire for extended foreplay and sensual play that very gradually moves from light spanking, tickling, and digital fingering into a soft and sustained spanking, and from there into a long buildup to a hard ass whupping. This end of the spectrum is me being a service top, and what I'm in that interation for is the approval and gracious appreciation of the bottom. I'm doing it, not for my sadistic desires, but to provide my partner with a good evening. It's much like watching a chick flick. Somewhere in the middle range is where I can begin to let a tiny bit of the demon out to play, within a tightly confined and negotiated 'scene' or defined arena of play. This is where I am free to be cruel and hurtful to the bottom, but there's nothing about the scene that transcends her momentary ability to process. I can see her suffer, I can enjoy that suffering, but in the end I am clear that I need to make certain that she's feeling safe and cared for. Towards the left side, the dark side of my sadism, I am playing with a partner who is not a masochist. She's there to suffer for me, not because she's going to process it into pleasure, but because ... for whatever fucked up sick bitch reason she has ... she wants to be hurt and suffering. With that kind of partner, I'm free to be dark. I'm free to laugh at her pain, mock her agony, and allow myself to be genuinely and physically aroused by her torment. Near the far dark side, I am playing with a submissive and not a bottom. She's only there becuase I desire it. She's terrified and near panicky with what's happening. She's free to scream her fear, and I'm not going to stop. I can really let myself loose, threatening her, scaring her.... Using chain not rope, making it so she *actually* cannot escape at all... putting her in hideously uncomfortable positions, bent forward leaning on an iron railing, chained in place... driving sharpened stainless steel knitting needles through her outer labia, pinning her to the spanking pony by her cunt... burning chinese joss herbs on the ends of the needles, and threatening her with the cattle prod to the anus if she disturbs the burning herbs by moving as I begin to sodomize her. Then, of course... using the cattle prod on her anyway... laughing as she screams and sobs. Forcing her jaws open with the dental gag, and throat raping her... intentionally taking her to the edge of passing out again and again as she pukes and screams. What do I want from *that* kind of partner? I want her soul. (edited ...) I'm on the phone with softness, and she rightly points out that this last example is not my evil side. It's still within bounds. What, as a sadist I *want* to do is have a blindfolded, gagged, beautiful, successful, intelligent woman flopping around on my floor with two dislocated arms/shoulders, the webs of her toes nailgunned to the floor... as I sexually torment and abuse the living fuck out of her. The details are best left to the imagination. Also, soft's not in use with me as a bottom, but as a submissive... so you puzzle it out. Wow... You are one sick puppy dude.. (pssst..softness... Have you emailed Michael about that procurement matter?. )
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