pompeii
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Joined: 1/4/2007 From: Silicon Valley, San Jose, California Status: offline
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I didn't even know about this thread until referred to it in my similar biker-based bdsm post at http://www.collarchat.com/m_2109605/mpage_1/key_/tm.htm#2109605 Here is, for the record, my initial post ... I am running off to work now, going to take the bike even tho it's a bit cooler today than it has been the past week, when the thought occurred to me, that a bike is almost a metaphor for the perfect submissive. Notwithstanding the standard biker's moniker for an automobile driver is "cager", the bike seems, to me, to embody much of what I would consider "the perfect submissive". She's was chosen for her complex nature. Certainly, she's well built, with sensuous lines that make you want to run your hands across every curve, and she's to be doted upon in the garage (metaphor for bedroom), but ... since she was chosen for how she can perform upon my command, she is certain to be used hard, and fast on the road (i.e., in BDSM life is where I'm taking this) ... particularly on the twisties ... as vanilla straights and common freeways don't provide the scene for what we do best together. What I love most about a street bike is that it does exactly what I tell it to do, whether it be going +120 mph or braking & shifting hard in a decreasing radius curve, perhaps kicking in the ABS safe word, to show me I took her a bit past the edge, but, not to worry, we're still partners, we're still both in control of our emotions, even as we pull back on the reins, just a bit, to stay in that sweet spot of control. She maintains contact with the road, I maintain contact with her with all my body, my legs straddling her akimbo, my hands controlling the input to her very nerves. All during the ride, she and I are one, to be treasured, to be pampered, yet to be commanded and she to obey, we as a team, in order to accomplish what we're built for ... what we live for. She is garaged as I go on a trip, but she is always waiting for me. She is sad when I have to take the cage, but I always yearn for her. And, I dream of taking her through the next set of twisties, straddling her ever so intimately, and commanding her to follow my every whim, for I am the Master and she the power that allows me to be so. Q: Is it just me, or do others feel a similar kinship?
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