It's not about the Sex
So I have a friend who is aware of my involvement in the lifestyle, and whenever he finds out I have a play date or someone coming over he asks the inevitable question. "Are you going to get laid?"
His question usually gets the standard response of "Probably not, at least it is not planned." He always fires back, "Then what is the point?" I guess in some respects he has a legitimate question.
I have explained it to him a bunch of times but he still looks at me like I am speaking Greek with some Swahili and ancient Urdu mixed in for good measure.
It's not always about the sex.
It's about the feeling you get when someone trusts you enough to put themselves at your mercy. A feeling that is nearly impossible to put into words. For it is not a trust to handle just their lives and physical well being it is a trust to handle parts of their soul. Even with a simple beating in a club or at a party the person is bearing a bit of themselves that resides deep inside and trusting you with it.
The feeling of power when someone falls to their knees at your feet because you tell them to. It is the feeling of power that comes from knowing they obey not because you beat them into it, but because they deem you worthy of such obedience. The feeling you get when they walk in strong and confident in themselves as independent people only to watch them crumble as you get the look in your eyes that reminds them for the next span of time, they belong to you now.
The joy of watching someone revel in ecstasy at the pain you are causing them, to watch their bodies writhe in bliss as your hands touch them in intimate places as they are tied down and helpless. The mewling moans of pleasure they utter as you hit them just right. The yelps of pain that tell you that you have begun to break their resistance. The tears that fall from their face in the cathartic release of which you were the instrument.
The connection that comes when the scene is done and they are wrapped in your arms, crying or nuzzling up against you as you hold them in a type of love that was not discussed by any of the meanings of Aristotle. It is not always the love of lust or of family or brotherly love. It is a connection that goes far deeper in that moment. It will pass, in a few minutes they will be that strong independent person again. They will leave to their own lives but that connection was there and it can be far more satisfying than sex.
It's about the release that comes from all this, the feeling of being complete that permeates your being for days afterwards. When the connection with them has moved on but the catharsis of your soul still remains.
Are all scenes like this? No, some do end in some form or sexual gratification, yet for me that is not necessary.
It really isn't always about the sex.
His question usually gets the standard response of "Probably not, at least it is not planned." He always fires back, "Then what is the point?" I guess in some respects he has a legitimate question.
I have explained it to him a bunch of times but he still looks at me like I am speaking Greek with some Swahili and ancient Urdu mixed in for good measure.
It's not always about the sex.
It's about the feeling you get when someone trusts you enough to put themselves at your mercy. A feeling that is nearly impossible to put into words. For it is not a trust to handle just their lives and physical well being it is a trust to handle parts of their soul. Even with a simple beating in a club or at a party the person is bearing a bit of themselves that resides deep inside and trusting you with it.
The feeling of power when someone falls to their knees at your feet because you tell them to. It is the feeling of power that comes from knowing they obey not because you beat them into it, but because they deem you worthy of such obedience. The feeling you get when they walk in strong and confident in themselves as independent people only to watch them crumble as you get the look in your eyes that reminds them for the next span of time, they belong to you now.
The joy of watching someone revel in ecstasy at the pain you are causing them, to watch their bodies writhe in bliss as your hands touch them in intimate places as they are tied down and helpless. The mewling moans of pleasure they utter as you hit them just right. The yelps of pain that tell you that you have begun to break their resistance. The tears that fall from their face in the cathartic release of which you were the instrument.
The connection that comes when the scene is done and they are wrapped in your arms, crying or nuzzling up against you as you hold them in a type of love that was not discussed by any of the meanings of Aristotle. It is not always the love of lust or of family or brotherly love. It is a connection that goes far deeper in that moment. It will pass, in a few minutes they will be that strong independent person again. They will leave to their own lives but that connection was there and it can be far more satisfying than sex.
It's about the release that comes from all this, the feeling of being complete that permeates your being for days afterwards. When the connection with them has moved on but the catharsis of your soul still remains.
Are all scenes like this? No, some do end in some form or sexual gratification, yet for me that is not necessary.
It really isn't always about the sex.
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