AneNoz
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This query is of a difficult nature to answer. Dominance and sadism are not of the same nature. Each requires a different compliment. Each demands a different skill, and each as well delivers a different reward. As a Domina, my reward is the knowing I have power. The knowing that the life of my Beloveds is in my hands. To uplift or cast down, to enrich or impoverish, to build upon or to break, to nourish or to end. All as I will. It is here that is found the thrill, therein is the reward. To hold a life in one's hand as one would a figurine of glass, having the power to polish or shatter. And it allows my indulgence of sadism. As a sadist, my reward is at once greater and more difficult to explain. My sadism requires a masochist to be completed. My joy is found in one who finds her release in suffering. Her joy is found in one who finds release in inflicting suffering. This symbiosis, this interaction is bliss. The joy, for me, comes not only in her screams, but in the passion and lust concealed beneath her screams. As lovers do my Beloveds and I approach the abyss, together we seek the clarity of soul that only the sharing of great pain can reveal. And it is as lovers that we achieve a sexual release beyond any other. It is to orgasm as the ocean is to a puddle. And thus we know ourselves, and through such knowing born of sharing we come to know one another. This is as most likely common to most, but to my Beloveds and I, also it is more. It is a thing of a religious magnitude to my Beloveds and I, it is our own sacrament peculiar to us. It is an act of worship and devotion. The suffering of my Beloveds is a gift from me to my Goddess and a gift from my Goddess to me. This reciprocation brings me closer to my Goddess, and brings to me a small understanding. Understanding of life, understanding of death, and understanding of the suffering of the Lord of my Goddess, who was slain and lives still. And with this understanding I glimpse, but briefly, that which is real. The world as it is, pure, whole and naked. Stripped of all pretense and deceit, as it was when first imagined by He Who Dreams, before the material corruption of the Chaos. And thus I come to know reality not as it is, but as it was intended to be. This is not the path of all to the truth, it is but my own. Each must find the path of their own. And this is as it should be. Be at peace Aneka
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