ChainedExistence
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I've been thinking about this thread since earlier today. In some ways I feel like it could have been written by me, though I am usually reticient to define myself as a masochist. Most of the time play leaves me happy, content, ready to be cuddled and desirous of gentle kisses and loving contact as a finale. I see swirling bright colors- yellows, bright blues, oranges and the pain transitions to wonderfully rhythmic sounds that lull me into a contented state. But there are those times where when it all feels more like a grueling endurance test, and I am failing miserably. I get paranoid and dark, and it feels like this red hot anger is running through my veins challenging him, if not externally, then in internal defiance. I am raging inside my head with colors of dark crimson, black,or deep purple. There is no working through the pain, there is no sense of transitioning to pleasure, and when it is over, I just want to curl up in a little ball, and sleep. But he still makes it a point to take care of me, to cover me with warm blankets, to speak gentle words that only later can I appreciate. When I wake up, I am ravenous and crave red meat and ice cream. Those episodes seem to stay with me longer...takes me a few days to feel like my "regular" self, yet at the same time, I feel they are also the ones that make me cling to him all the more. Not sure how to explain that, except to say it is when I feel most like I am a match to his sadistic nature.
< Message edited by ChainedExistence -- 1/3/2009 1:33:26 PM >
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