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LadyPact -> I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 2:13:21 PM)
There are some of us that are on this site that remember back in the days that we were kids, the worst punishment that we would face should we have messed up in the eyes of our parents was to be grounded. Being grounded for a week in the middle of the summer was like a prison sentence. Sure, you could read or watch tv, but you just knew that your friends were off swimming, laughing, playing, making new discoveries about the world. Almost adding insult to injury, they'd call to tell you that you just should have seen this or that, or how cool this other thing was. Being grounded meant that you were missing everything. It meant the longest week of your life until it was finally over and you were free. I'm going to admit that I'm more than a few days older than some of the folks on the boards. What I described in the first paragraph above didn't necessarily have the same meaning to those who might be a few years younger than Me. Who needs to be outdoors when you've got a computer and video games? Heck, now it's a punishment to some to have to go outside. It's funny how times change. Of course, a lot of this has to do with the world wide web. I still remember those cheezy slogans about the revolution of the internet. Bringing a world of information into your home. Be in touch across the globe at the push of a button. They actually delivered more than they promised, in My opinion. But, they never said it was supposed to be your world. It was supposed to enhance your world, not take it's place. The advantage of putting information at your fingertips was so that it could be useful to you. That you could implement it in some way. I feel the very same way about Collar Me. Yes, it's a wonderful thing! It's a place that folks can share with each other and talk together about the world of BDSM. It even gets used to bring people together. Still, I don't think they ever intended for people to see this place as the world of BDSM. It's so hard to make the comparison about what it feels like and find a way to convey that through the screen. I wish I could find the right words to perfectly describe the near orgasmic rush of power to be in control of another person's destiny. I would love to be able to find a way to express what it feels like when I'm caught up in the rapture of having My sadistic hunger fed. It would be great if I could express how processing all of the sensations that are flooding My senses all at the same time, being caught up in the moment. I think I'd have a much better shot at it if the person on the other side of the screen had a reference. It's one of those areas where, if you've done it, you know exactly what I'm talking about. If you haven't, there's no way I can make you understand. So, since this is supposed to be a discussion where everyone can participate, I'm going to let you fine folks do what I feel I am lacking. Pick something in the world of BDSM and/or your dynamic, and discuss what it feels like. It can be anything from how your skin feels when it is impacted by a cane, what stirs inside you when you look into the eyes of your submissive, or any other thing that has to do with your world of BDSM. The only thing that I ask for in your contribution is that it be, not what you think it feels like, but what you know it feels like.

Jeffff -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 2:25:15 PM)
The sound a cane makes as it wooshes through the air. The "crack" as it connects. They squirm and wimpers or shouts. I feel...connected to her, I feel totally removed from everything else in the world. I feel empowered. I feel greatly arroused. And while I will agrue forever about submission being a gift, I feel gifted that this person is shareing this with me. It makes me feel indomitable, no pun intended. And now, I have been posting far to seriously. this must stop

RedMagic1 -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 2:33:06 PM)
I love seeing a woman's eyes lose focus as she enters deep subspace -- you know, where it looks almost like O-face. She's literally placing her mind, body and life in my hands. It summons all my protective, nurturing instincts, to be worthy of that trust, so it's like the joy you can get from changing the diaper of a child. But, at the same time, it's an offer for me to perform all kinds of funzy wunzy adult things upon her flesh. Yum yum yum yum yum.

leadership527 -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 2:35:02 PM)
Every day, Carol looks at me and demonstrates through action her opinion of me -- her opinion of me as a friend, a lover, a husband, and a human being. She feels that I am a person worthy of giving her very self to and she's willing to put her money where her mouth is. It makes me weepy to even write this post. Thinking that thought steels my resolve to be just exactly the man she thinks I am.... an utterly impossible goal but one that I'm game for attempting anyway because... well.. because it's the least she deserves out of me. In this way, we each give the absolute best of ourselves to the cause. We are two humans so closely intertwined that it has become meaningless to think about me or her as an individual. We are two halves of a whole... each having given up our individual selves in exchange for our place in that whole. We are love. Does the phrase, "I would do anything for my lover." ring any bells? Yeah well, that is our life... BOTH of our lives. In short, we are living exactly the sort of life that poets, playwrights, musicians, and other artists have been struggling to capture for as long as there's been art. In many ways, it's a magical fantasy land that has absolutely no business existing in the real world... yet it does. The fact that such a living monument to love, strength, courage, and the unbridled willingness to give of oneself can be viewed by some as weakness, abuse and horror is a sad testament to the ability of that person to imagine the absolute best parts of the human spirit.

VaguelyCurious -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 2:42:41 PM)
When you've reduced a vibrant, vivacious person to a bundle of shakes and shudders and they can't do anything but cling to you-I'm talking about trouble forming sentences here-the power I feel (...I did this to you, you let me do this to you, you trust me to see you and be with you when you're this vulnerable...) blows my mind.

LadyNTrainer -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 2:50:26 PM)
My femdom version of bad Harlequin romance novel prose. Enjoy, or giggle if you'd rather, or ignore it if you've seen it before. There are oceans in his eyes, and sometimes I think I could drown in them. Their salinity is in equal parts of love and fear, adoration and intimidation. Impossible not to plunge into them, to explore the fascination of their depths, and to be caught in their dark undertow. There is no defense against utter surrender. Formidable, the hold he has over me when he is naked and trembling and vulnerable. I cannot look away; my eyes are locked into place as securely as his collar. Powerless and surrendered, he is totally powerful, totally compelling. The grace and beauty of him at times is enough to break my heart, and to make it whole again. He is John Barleycorn, consort and sacrifice. He is brutally degraded and taken for the most profane of uses, and thus a god worthy of worship and reverence. Crucified in leather, his flesh is violated and sanctified, celebrated and decorated by the bright blood roses of our passion. His body is the altar at which I worship. It is the sacred paradox, and it is the deepest truth and the greatest beauty that I can know in this life. I am the respectful penitent and the savage goddess, and the scourge rises and falls to glorify as much as to humble. I am as deeply reverent as I am merciless to the sacrifice. Dea gratias, forever and ever, amen. The sheer intensity of taking a consenting submissive and making him hurt and cry and suffer for me, the power and passion that is as hot and raw as the living hearts the Aztecs once tore from the chest of a willing sacrifice, that is what feeds me and fuels the flames of my desire. The naked vulnerability of him afterward, when he trembles and cannot stand, and his eyes are so wide and dark and full that they look bruised. These are the things I am awed by and profoundly grateful for. And my eyes must be a mirror to his, I think, for this is the altar at which I worship. It excites me, his willingness to be utterly naked and rawly vulnerable. It is for me, all for me. He is mine. He trembles on my chain and gasps for breath between hard slaps and caresses as gentle as a whisper, savage kisses and bites that leave him bruised and whimpering. I break his skin. Bright blood rubies, the most precious jewels of all, his unreserved gift to me. Who among us would not be moved? He offers me the blank canvas of his skin and lets me paint it in cerulean and crimson. The jewels he gives me are the bright strings of ruby beads born in the wake of my blade, etched into beautifully yielding flesh. There are no flowers as lovely as the delicate rose petals that bloom on his white sheets after a heavy caning. He bleeds for me. There is no greater love than this.

laurell3 -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 2:51:43 PM)
Without being too wordy, for me it is very much about security and release. These are a few of the highlights, trying to explain it all would be a novel. (and thank you for the opportunity and idea LP, it is a fantastic one amidst all the judgments of late). That look in his eyes when he looks at me and knows that I will do whatever he asks. The feeling of pride I have in wanting that for him, for me, for us. The moment when I allow myself to just be and follow, free of any doubt, fear, responsibility (of third persons), expectations, or schedules. The feeling of instant security and comfort when I know I don't have to think, worry, plan, fix or take care of anyone else. That look he gets when he's using me, of pure, unadulterated enjoyment and my response of revelling in the discovery of a counterpart, someone that understands this need, takes it from me, and feeds me without judgement, criticism or complaint and finally, accepts ALL of me. The confusion of feeling pain and pleasure, arousal and avoidance at the same time, attempting to process all of those until that moment when I let it all go and just trust in him and feel absolutely sheltered and safe from anything and everything. Free to be me and to know that I am accepted and loved and cherished. The revelations and delight I get when I find myself growing, learning about myself, conquering fears and doubts, accepting limits and faults. The joy of knowing that I am better and want and expect more of myself because of our faith and belief in me. The feeling of completeness, of finding my place in this world where I feel happy, healthy, cared for and loved by both of us. Oh and the mind-blowing, fantastic, multiple orgasms definitely factor in there somewhere.

LadyCimarron -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 2:56:44 PM)
OTK is my favorite thing in the BDSM world. The feeling of anticipation when a sub knows whats to come. the moment when you pull him over your lap and you can feel him trembling from both fear and excitement. OMG just the feel of bare flesh under my hand and the sounds of loud smacks I hear when my hand finally makes contact with his ass. And the feeling of completion when its over and I can pull him into my arms and just feel that connection with each other. I can't even explain the feelings and the energy that flow between two people who truly connect not just physically, but mentally and emotionally too. Sorry, but you just can't get that same effect online. Like Marvin Gaye said...... Ain't NOTHING like the real thing.

LuckyAlbatross -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 3:01:27 PM)
Well for a spin on it, I'm a cyber forum junkie. I love posting, I feel vital and warm and excited when I'm really engaged in a good discussion. I get a total buzz from parsing out semantics and reshaping words into concepts and concepts into words with other people who are equally engaged. I love seeing emails from people saying "Thanks so much for your words, they help me!" and as long as I keep getting that, I'm going to keep doing what I do, no matter how much I also get emails saying "You suck, you have no life, go away!" I started online looking for cybersex. I've moderated kink groups INCLUDING the Castlerealm forums and trust me, if you can hack it there, you can handle any cyberland out there. I find the cyberspace a wonderful new addition that was one of the key elements which allowed the heterosexual scene to be born and raised as we know it today, for better and worse. I think the older people who didn't have this as an automatic part of their culture have trouble bridging that gap and using it to their best ability to reach the next generation. When I fell into that AOL chatroom Novice Female Subs, I was thrilled to find out people were DOING this and that I could also do it. Over time I realized about 80% of the ones there weren't actually doing it at all but more than happy to tell you how you were "doing it wrong." But that still left 20% like me, using the forums for their intellectual high and just starting out. They deserve the information, they choose to take it. It's those guys that keep me answering the next "what's the difference between a sub and a slave" after over 11 years of answering it. The new guys never let me sit on my laurels, they force me to examine my very basic foundations again and again, and I can't get that at parties or socials where it's all about brats and orgasms and subspace and posturing and polite company.

kiwisub12 -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 3:19:47 PM)
The apprehension as i wait for my Sir , when i know he is going to cane me. The blast of pain when he swings for the first strike, and the yelp that i can't keep back - which delights my Sir. The continuing caning that makes me sweat and squirm, unable to keep still, occasionally wanting to just get off the table and walk away because i am not sure i can stand any more. The relief when i realise that the cane strokes aren't hurting any more - or rather that, they are still hurting, but i'm not feeling it. The relief when Sir keeps caning me even though i am in my space, because if he stopped just because i quit swearing i would feel ... incomplete, needing more. My Sirs delight when we first got together, because after a caning - it didn't feel finished, incomplete - and i asked for more. This feeling has occurred several times since, where i needed more to feel complete.

LadyPact -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 3:27:32 PM)
I want to preface My statement by saying that I honestly am only cutting down the comments to, hopefully, keep the conversation flowing. quote: ORIGINAL: Jeffff The sound a cane makes as it wooshes through the air. The "crack" as it connects. They squirm and wimpers or shouts. Jeffff, I've got to tell you. I'm proud of you. I know exactly what you mean when it comes to the great sounds that are made by, not just the bottom, but the things that are used during a scene. That whooshing sound is awesome! I also love that you talked about the feeling of connection and even gratitude for the person who is sharing that moment with you. Something that I am in complete agreement with Myself. If not for them being there with you, the moment would not exist. Thank you for your contribution.

lally2 -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 3:31:50 PM)
hey LA - i was on those AOL boards back then, only im sure the one i was on was called Dominance and Submission - i missed out on the Novice Female Subs (must have been a bit like shooting fish in a barrel) if the Ds board was anything to go by - ill have to refer back, the relationship im embarking on (hopefully) is a bit too new - but.., for me its those 'normal' times, when youre out shopping and the energy between you is always constant, who you are to each other never stops. his personality is focused on things rather than me, i love to watch how he interracts with the rest of the world while im there, part of the moment, always under his quiet, understated, watchful eye, but distracted from me. connected invisibly, no one else knows, the interraction never stops and for my part im aware of where i am in relation to him, what im doing, how im doing it. for me thats the cement in between the more obvious Ds or Ms, BDSMy times when we're alone. its when we're not alone and in vanilla settings that everything that we are to each other is quiet, confident and for some reason vibrates deep inside of me.

LadyPact -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 3:34:44 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: RedMagic1 I love seeing a woman's eyes lose focus as she enters deep subspace -- you know, where it looks almost like O-face. <snipped even though I almost hate doing it> Yum yum yum yum yum. Red, Yum is right! So delicious that you could almost eat it up! Looking in someone's eyes as they drift away. It is such a beautiful thing. It almost sounds like I'm joking here, but I'm really not. This is one of the areas where a blindfold is a cheat. While blindfolds are great, if you use one, you miss this exact thing! Thank you for chiming in.

OrpheusAgonistes -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 3:39:28 PM)
quote: So, since this is supposed to be a discussion where everyone can participate, I'm going to let you fine folks do what I feel I am lacking. Pick something in the world of BDSM and/or your dynamic, and discuss what it feels like. It can be anything from how your skin feels when it is impacted by a cane, what stirs inside you when you look into the eyes of your submissive, or any other thing that has to do with your world of BDSM. The only thing that I ask for in your contribution is that it be, not what you think it feels like, but what you know it feels like. Great question, and I've loved the responses so far. One thing that sends tiny earthquakes through my nerves every time is when a partner pauses during a beating to reflect on her work and decide where to go from there. The early stages of being bound and beaten tend to whiz past in a euphoric flux. The point when she pauses, looks over her work on my body, and starts toying around deciding how she wants to hurt me next is like a still point in the middle of a beautiful and violent storm. This is when emotions coalesce and I start to babble. I babble elegantly, but I do babble. If the dynamic is right, this is when the most urgent need I have is to show my devotion to her. It's a feeling I never understood until I'd had the experience, and can never recapture in contemplation but only in real time, when it's really happening. The feeling is too slippery to get a grasp on to explain in words--it's just that right at that moment it becomes blindingly apparent that the thing she wants to be doing most is hurting me and that she understands the degree to which suffering for her is an expression of devotion and adoration.

LadyPact -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 3:44:05 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: leadership527 Every day, Carol looks at me and demonstrates through action her opinion of me -- her opinion of me as a friend, a lover, a husband, and a human being. She feels that I am a person worthy of giving her very self to and she's willing to put her money where her mouth is. It makes me weepy to even write this post. Jeff, Honestly, you got Me a little teary-eyed Myself. You, My friend, had such a daunting task in contributing here. I don't even think it's possible to describe what it means to be in love or loving your soul mate. I'm not sure if it can even be done in one post or a thousand and one posts. Yet, you manage to do it, all of the time. I so look forward to seeing you. Give Carol My best. Thank you for adding your thoughts.

LadyPact -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 3:51:11 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: VaguelyCurious When you've reduced a vibrant, vivacious person to a bundle of shakes and shudders and they can't do anything but cling to you-I'm talking about trouble forming sentences here-the power I feel (...I did this to you, you let me do this to you, you trust me to see you and be with you when you're this vulnerable...) blows my mind. VC, Oh yes! Feeling another person tremble in your arms! Their whole body out of their control because of whatever you did to them. Just feeling their flesh quiver against yours. Such an amazing thing. Thank you. An excellent sensation.

MOMistress -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 3:53:13 PM)
I agree with Lady Pact. Mere words alone will never be able to describe the depth or intensity of a situation without having the actual experience to pull the feelings and knowledge from. For me the entire experience is taken in my all of my senses. Watching the storm of desire and wide-eyed wonder of the unknown cross his face as I take complete control of him. Hearing his moans and whimpers as I use his body for my pleasure. Feeling his body tremble and shudder beneath me. Knowing that he trusts me implicitly with his vulnerabilities. The total orgasmic rush of power that I feel in knowing that all this is freely given in his willingness to please Me!

LadyPact -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 4:03:31 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: LadyNTrainer My femdom version of bad Harlequin romance novel prose. Enjoy, or giggle if you'd rather, or ignore it if you've seen it before. <It's almost painful to cut these down> There is no greater love than this. LNT, I think you did a wonderful job in response. I often wonder if the bottoms/subs/slaves/loves in our lives know, I mean really know what their offering means to us? The joy it brings? It is a canvas of naked flesh, yet it is so much more. Infinitely more. It is for greater minds than Mine to know what more they could possibly give. Thank you for answering this thread. My best to you and your family.

catize -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 4:10:10 PM)
The following is an excerpt from a journal entry: I have been locked in position for an hour,and I am deep into subspace; aware from a distance. He uses his toys on my body and often stops to admire the effects of his assault on my skin. He makes comments to himself rather than to me, a soothing background noise. I am here but not, a willing participant who has lost her will. He uses his toys, he uses my body. Nice sensations, bad sensations; they all blend together. My body may endure rather than enjoy certain kinds of pain, but my mind smiles in satisfaction. I may scream and cry, knowing that it will simply feed his need to hurt me more. Knowing that he understands my need for more. The spreader bar and bonds are removed. He is above me now and lowers his mouth until there is only an infinitesimal space between his lips and mine. He does not physically connect. And he begins to whisper. Words that describe what he wants, what he will have. Words that command the terrible truth from me. His hand fists to pull my hair, his fingers dig into my flesh until I can feel the bruises form, blood welling underneath my skin, rushing to meet the pressure he brings to bear. His voice is so soft and low I must swim up from the depths to focus on him. His face fills my vision, his voice, still whispering in lowered tones, fills my ears. He chooses his words carefully. I feel the air move against my face with each word, can feel the vibrations of his speech and it becomes a hum of power. I remember once long ago, as a child, I stood by an electric pole and placed my hands around it. I was fascinated at the time as my palms vibrated against the wood, mesmerized by the potential lethal consequences if I broke the barrier that encased the wiring. I feel the same awe, now, today, as his power flows toward me. He could, if he wished, rip me apart; stop my breath and my heart and I would smile while he destroyed me if that is what he chose. He wrests a primal scream from me, and at last touches me, lip to lip, and inhales my helplessness. He takes my submission into his mouth and swallows it. He consumes my passion, and owns it. And I remain whole.

LadyPact -> RE: I Don't Think They Intended THIS (5/27/2010 4:13:06 PM)
quote: ORIGINAL: laurell3 Without being too wordy, for me it is very much about security and release. These are a few of the highlights, trying to explain it all would be a novel. (and thank you for the opportunity and idea LP, it is a fantastic one amidst all the judgments of late). laurell, I am so glad that folks on the s side of the kneel are chiming in here. I was a bit concerned that I had written the OP in such a way that, maybe, only tops would identify it. I appreciate you showing Me that My fears were unfounded. Thank you for expressing yourself so beautifully. It was a sheer joy to read.

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