Whiplashsmile4 -> RE: Expectation vs Reality (2/12/2010 11:44:31 AM)
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ORIGINAL: VaguelyCurious My first proper D/s experience was straight in the deep end, as a sub, and one of the things I wasn't prepared for was quite how much it was going to hurt (which sounds unbearably stupid looking back, I know). The first time I topped I wasn't at all expecting the chemical rush that came with being in charge, so I was in for quite a surprise... So I was wondering how closely what you were expecting matched up to what you got, both when you first came to D/s in general, and when you tried more specific kinks? Was stuff more intense? Not as scary? Unexpectedly hilarious? Everything you'd ever hoped for or everything it had never occurred to you to want? Sorry if any of the above sounds cheesy, but I do seriously want to know. [:)] I had started engaging in activities before discovering "the Lifestyle" itself. I'm smiling at the chemical rush you're talking about. So many times people talk about sub-space and the head space of the submissive/bottom. Yes, it is a big suprise! I actually had no expectations ahead time either. Was all very innoncently not so innocent. Me and the girl next door, our interaction and type of play was an evolution. Sort of blame it on Magic Tricks leading to rope escape tricks leading to bondage. Making candle holders out of coke bottles, to the hey this feels good, to being stripped down in underwear covering our bodies in it. Playing Zero with an old whip from the shed, to knocking over coke bottles and things, to experimenting around on each other.. (well you get the idea). Then me seeing somebody lay on a bed of nails on Ripley's believe it or not. Then me getting the idea to take a large paint can full of left over nails from the shed and some woood and crafting my own. Testing it out, and hey this ain't so bad. Then girl next door wants to try it out too. Then came the day while hanging out at her house, she tells me she wants to ask me to do something for her, as long as I promise to not laugh or thinks she's wierd. Got asked if I would pretend to rape her, make it real as possible without going all the way. Ummmmm.. yeah... one big slippery uncharted new territory of things. Both of us sort of leading the other into new twisted stuff. Some things very intense, other things just easy going fun, and the building sensual and sexual tension. Even moments when things were hilarious. Stuff that get's knocked over and marks left on the body. Tickling.. Great crazy fun. Tickle torture. (wicked smile). Playing Doctor together. Pretending she was a dog. So many many memories and moments I can't begin to describe... she was my first partner and crime to all this madness. She actually was my first True love. There are many vanilla moments there too.. going to the beach, blowing bubbles off back steps... In so many ways, I wish I could truely recapture it all over again. It was all very easy, without the labels and notions and preconceptions. No hang ups from Idealisms nor Truewayisms. None of this show me your list and I show you mine. No Dungeons, No BDSM community, No Scenes, No Drama... I still remember borrowing a friend Gas Mask, he used to use it when we played Army out in the Tails of the woods nearby. It was sort of Darth Vaderish. Anyways, I borrowed it cause she wanted to know what one felt like on her face. Was really this easy, pure and simple. Her and I both would do things together, without the hangs ups of being called a "Service Top" or hang up's about "Topping from the Bottom". We communicated about the sensations we experienced, the emotions and thoughts. It would be clear as day, that she was submissive over all in nature and I the Dominant one. Has nothing to do with somebody suggesting an idea of what to do. Here I am years later, making a post to a message board. My perspective and the roots of BDSM are rather different compared to others. My entry into this madness was rather backwards. I've tried like hell to hold onto the first lessons I learned from my earliest experiences, to treasure those wonderful beautiful moments with somebody that was very near and dear to my heart. Beautiful first time moments, it's not just about the things done. It's also about who I experienced those things with. So call this a sappy post... I'm sitting here thinking about skin etching with needles turned into running it through the skin, and then a little deeper within reason. About me snagging some of my mothers Diabetic lancets for the very first time. Cause we both we talking about how much our own blood tastes good from licking it after a wound. We wanted to taste each others blood, see how the taste compared to our own. Prick Prick Prick.. Yummy but different. Then there was the day be both cut each other and formed a blood bond just like the indians do it. I could write for pages and pages about all these many wonderful beautiful things. All so damn easy it was....... Now here I am sitting in adulthood. Things are a little more complex. There are days when I ask myself what my alternatives are besides the BDSM community. I sorta kinda fit in here, but not really. My experiences along the way in life conflict with notions, idealisms, dogmas, stereotyping, and even safe and sane and blah blah blah... Why are these simple things so damn complex? If anything, it's the expections of the BDSM Community that fucks with my reality, not the other way around.
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