VioletGray
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Joined: 10/29/2007 From: Baltimore, MD Status: offline
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I have a question to ask at the end of this, but first a little background: My local Baltimore goth club, Orpheus, had a dungeon. I had several friends who were into BDSM, but I never saw the appeal, and it was maddening. To be honest, I felt so left out. I felt like the only muggle at Hogwarts. I mean, I could kind of understand wanting to be dominant (I really didn't, but I thought I did.) I just chalked it up to a childish need to have some other person be your human toy, and have them do whatever the hell you want. Being submissive completely perplexed me. Why the HELL would you actually want someone to yell at you, boss you around demanding things of you? I figured that some sexually damaged people actually liked BDSM, but for most people it was kind of like the Emperor's New Clothes, they all pretended it was something they were interested in to seem cool. That changed one night when they were taking volunteers for a demonstration on the rack. I volunteered with no concept of the eroticism, but more of a mundane curiousity about my own pain tolerance. They had me meet Mistress Jezebel, one of the in-house dommes. Okay, now this woman was taller than me in heels, thigh high boots and a black corset. Having never met a dominatrix before I figured she'd be the stereotype. That she's look down her nose at me and sneer, that she'd yell "KNEEL SLAVE!" smacking her riding crop against her hand for emphasis. But no, she shook my hand and gave me the warmest smile I'd ever seen, asked me to sit down beside her. I moved to the chair beside her, and she gently informed me that I would be sitting not on the chair beside her, but on the floor while we went over the ground rules and reviewed the contract she had concerning what would and wouldn't be permissible. And from that moment on my life was different. She didn't yell, or feel the need to intimidate me. She just matter-of-factly let me know how things were going to be from now on. Her explaining that I was hers now wasn't a demand, it was just an observation. During that time I discovered something very important about myself: I found it incredibly erotic to surrender my being, to become an extension of another person. I was just another one of her appendages, and it was blissful. During that time, I also went from wondering how someone could stand being a submissive to wondering how someone could stand being a domme! Um.. yeah.. so anyway, my question is this: When did you find out that D&S was erotic for you? I know people might be tempted to answer with things like "I always knew I was submissive or dominant" but here I mean specifically in a BDSM context.
< Message edited by VioletGray -- 9/15/2010 9:43:23 PM >
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