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aliljaded 53F
23856 posts
11/22/2019 3:23 am
We Are Like This Some Times

Most of my words expound on the virtues of love, trust and devotion in a D/s relationship and how the bond forged between Dominant and submissive gives rise to the unparalleled freedom we feel in our respective roles. That is all quaint and kind and gentle and loving. But let’s face it, at the end of the day I am a Dominant. I build this relationship not only for loving emotions and comforting embraces. I build this relationship to occasionally take what is offered, make it mine, consume and use and absorb every ounce of what is given to me in my own special way. Now and then I dispense with the niceties, forgo the formalities, and simply tie, bind and take what I want. No time for seductive removal of clothing. No time for kneeling, tasks, challenges or service. Sometimes she is the service. I take, she gives, and all the while she receives exactly what is craved in return. We are like this some times. Wild. Passionate. Animalistic. Just a little bit out of control. We cast the conventions and niceties of society aside for a while. We turn off the inner conformist, the professional, the parent, the good boy and girl we are conditioned to be and we just fuck. No lovemaking here. Just pinned down, tied down, and fucked. Hard.

Imprisoned by our bondage and animal lust, we never feel so free.

© For The Love of a Submissive


"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”


aliljaded 53F
8913 posts
11/24/2019 11:16 am

    Quoting aHedonist:
    Actually I don't know if I'm going to give this a resounding yup, now I’ve reread it a couple times without my brains fried. Beautiful words, but for me... it's not a sometimes... for a while... occasional...sort of thing. Those word grate at me, like fingernails on a chalkboard: that's not who I am. I cannot play at this thing, or do half, or when convenient. I don’t know how, and if I did I don’t know if I’d want to.

    If it's mine I own it - with all that implies - and for so long as it's mine I can't turn that thing off. Times and places and degrees and nuances but “what’s mine is mine” is the basis of everything else. It doesn't mean I am not sweet or loving or caring because I am all of those things just about all of the time... but that’s like a down comforter tossed over a bed of nails... no matter how soft and spongy it looks those unyielding sharp points are always there beneath.

    The way this piece reads it’s like an option, and good for them. For me it’s foundational – the primal core underneath the D/s and S&M faces - and harder because of it.

    But great post all the same.
I really love your analogy of "throwing a cozy comforter of a bed of nails" I appreciate you taking the time to give such an in-depth answer, thank you for that.

"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”


jenny14 75T  
90297 posts
11/24/2019 10:20 am

ali

I agree! Sometimes, it is nice to dispense with the niceties and just DO it!


A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw

Jenny


aHedonist 52M
7510 posts
11/22/2019 2:56 pm

Actually I don't know if I'm going to give this a resounding yup, now I’ve reread it a couple times without my brains fried. Beautiful words, but for me... it's not a sometimes... for a while... occasional...sort of thing. Those word grate at me, like fingernails on a chalkboard: that's not who I am. I cannot play at this thing, or do half, or when convenient. I don’t know how, and if I did I don’t know if I’d want to.

If it's mine I own it - with all that implies - and for so long as it's mine I can't turn that thing off. Times and places and degrees and nuances but “what’s mine is mine” is the basis of everything else. It doesn't mean I am not sweet or loving or caring because I am all of those things just about all of the time... but that’s like a down comforter tossed over a bed of nails... no matter how soft and spongy it looks those unyielding sharp points are always there beneath.

The way this piece reads it’s like an option, and good for them. For me it’s foundational – the primal core underneath the D/s and S&M faces - and harder because of it.

But great post all the same.


lighthouse4297 56F
1680 posts
11/22/2019 5:44 am

I love this. How true it is to crave this.


martinc2004 62M
145 posts
11/22/2019 5:01 am

Black & white pictures are the best


aHedonist 52M
7510 posts
11/22/2019 4:15 am

yup!


aliljaded 53F
8913 posts
11/22/2019 3:24 am

So true.

"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”



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