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songofeire -> RE: How many enjoy begging? (7/12/2006 12:01:57 PM)
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ORIGINAL: SusanofO
This isn't really a poll, or I'd put it in the Polls and Other Random Stupidity section.
I am simply wondering how many Dominants or Masters and submissives or slaves and Switches out there enjoy (or dislike) this realm of bdsm.
When I speak of begging - I am not talking about whining, annoying requests.
I am speaking of the soft, sweet pleading for someone to allow someone else to do something, or for someone to stop doing something to someone (discipline, maybe)?
I know some people equate this with humiliation, but that comparison has just never computed for me, especially since I deeply trusted the person I was with when I engaged in this. I always thought of begging as simple, deep power exchange, mostly in verbal terms.
*In case anyone hasn't already guessed, I am a huge fan of this (but am also seeking honest comments about why people love it, hate it, or are indifferent to it. Or, perhaps, have never tried it).
Any comments? Who likes it? (or hates it) and why? Just curious...really.
I wanted to post a new question, and also have been curious about why other people like it, or not. As for me, I can honestly say it makes me feel like I am fully in another's hands, so to speak. That, plus, the person I was with at one time really appreciated it when I did it. But I fantasized about it before that, too.
But I certainly can understand why some might not appreciate it, I really can.
- Susan
You can put me in the "likes begging" column in your unofficial poll.
This will make sense as I now reveal that I am the " Major Marin Masochist Mother Matron Complete Sweetie" mentioned by my good friend, Doctor Dubious, in his post on this subject. He is wildly prejudiced on my behalf, but I love it. He suggested to me that I post here on the subject, so here it is.
For me, there is a delicious frisson of fear and excitement when I am with a new-to-me Dominant and all the talking finally stops, and I am waiting to find out in fact, rather than fiction, how he will use me.
The time I was telling Doctor Dubious about happened years ago. I had flown from Washington state where I was living at the time down to San Diego, to meet a Dominant with whom I had been talking for some months. He met me at the airport and gave me a tour of the city, then took me home and barbecued salmon ...all very vanilla, all very suspenseful to me, somehow.
After a long leisurely dinner, during which I had resigned myself to the obvious conclusion that he didn't want to play with me, after all...he put his hand on my arm and announced that he was going to spank me, now. I was instantly plunged into the aforesaid fear and excitement as well as confusion and longing and obedience and all those good things. I undressed as asked and lay across the corner of his bed and he sort of perched beside me, and started to rub my tush...and then, slowly, slowly, he began.
It was so slow and gentle for so long that I lost my initial fears and began, instead, to wonder if perhaps I should knit while he spanked me, just to keep from being bored...but slowly, inexorably, it escalated, more and more till I had to put down my mental knitting and instead focus on accepting, on relaxing, on absorbing, on letting go......and still he kept on and on, until it reached a place of intensity where I could no longer contain it or accept it and began to think that perhaps I should pack my bags and go home...and still he kept upping the ante till finally I begged him to stop.....please please, crying, begging...not a safeword, not taking back control, just begging.....
And he did....and bent over me, and rubbed my tush and whispered sweet things in my ear like what a very very good girl I was and how very pleased he was and all those things one so needs to hear just then, and my body lost its tension and I forgot all about how I had wanted him to stop and knew with all my heart that I needed him to do it again and so, whispering, I begged him for more ...and he told me how happy that made him, and started in again...once again so slowly....perhaps not quite so slowly, but very slowly, and once again he gradually escalated....and this time went quite far beyond the point where I had begged him to stop the previous time...and because I had learned that I was ok there, it was much later that I had to beg him to stop again, and of course, he did.....and once again he rubbed me and whispered to me and once again, I begged for more.....and this time we went even further, and the next time further, and further and further, over and over, begging him to stop, begging him to start, till I had not only absorbed a beating that was far beyond my previous experience, but I had loved it, and I remember it still, after 8 years.
So yes, I believe the begging added hugely to the intensity of the scene, for both of us.
I believe the implication of begging is surrender. One admits, in begging, that the answer could well be no, and that if so, one will accept it. It is in no way a demand, or a grasping for power. It is giving voice to the reality that one has reliquished power.
Rosemary, the newly-named Marin Masochist <grin>
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