I want to make a few comments on john’s post from yesterday, “Switching“.
For me, I thought it was hot as hell. I know that’s a very personal observation, and I am being purely subjective, vs objective.
It’s personal because when I took my first, terrifying, tentative steps into the world of BDSM, John was there. He was, and has been, my primary partner and my most trusted everything. I learned my entire platform of learning from him.
I started as a submissive, or, at least, I thought I was submissive. All of my fantasies….the ones that turned me on, the ones I’d reach under the covers and touch myself to when when I was a teenager…. all had me as the heroine in distress, where I was rescued, held captive, and loving tortured for the rest of my happy days. For years and years (like, 25!), those were my fantasies.
Then, I met John, and he was the exact embodiment of those fantasies, and I swooned.
I still swoon over this guy, and it’s been a decade.
We learned very quickly that there is nothing submissive about my personality. I simply can’t hack being submissive and being told what to do for more than about 9 minutes. But bottoming? I didn’t know there was a difference, but once I learned the difference between bottoming and submitting, I clearly knew that I was a dominant who liked to bottom on occasion.
Really….the absolute best of both worlds, if you ask me.
As I learned and saw more within the BDSM world, my fantasies became deeper and darker. They became darker because I included things in them I didn’t even knew existed. Who knew you could actually apply lots of fire to a human body and have it be sexy and amazing?? I didn’t know that at age 20 or even 25. I didn’t know until I did fire play….one of the nicest things ever! I’ve tried so many things, things I never, ever thought I would try.
I am also very content knowing that some things are much better left in fantasy than in reality but for the most part, so much of it is simply amazing!
So it goes.
But John was always the exact cornerstone of my fantasy base. When I met him, I lost 40 pounds because I forgot to eat. I am not kidding, at all. That is how much I was captivated.
So, about John’s post from yesterday, his dominant side: I know it is there. I know how turned on I get when I get to see it. It’s the best aphrodisiac in the world for me.
But reading it also make me realize something that was hard for me to admit. Sad, even.
What hit me when I read his post ‘Switching’ was that I am simply not brave enough to handle his deepest, sadistic side.
I really don’t think I will get to be that girl, because I just don’t think I can hack it. I don’t think I could handle what I know he could mete.
These are particularly deep, kinky places that we are talking about. They are not for everyone. I don’t know that they are for me, even.
I have been in professional dungeons more times than I can remember, and I have seen everything I can think of seeing, including what I would call “the most extreme” while still remaining SSC (safe, sane, consensual). I really don’t know what John means when he talks about the deepest aspects of his sadism. I haven’t asked, because I don’t actually want to know. Because what if we did decide I could handle it, or try handling it? Then I’d know what to expect, and I don’t want to know those things, I don’t want to remember them. If I am able to have that experience with him, then I want it to be brand new to me.
Knowing that John loves me as he does, it makes my head tingle knowing that we can do these things to one another. How deeply, deeply sexy to create loving torture on the one we care about so much?? John could, if we played out that scene, do terrible things to me, but defining ‘terrible’ is in the eye of the beholder.
And if that were happen, I would want to be sexy about it. I would want to be tied and gagged and immobilized. I would want to be retrained from screaming and running away. Because, I have struggled to handle when he has been particularly hard on me, and with snot running down my face, I have tried to get up and run. Not very sexy at all. I dislike the mental image of that. In my mind, I am strong and stoic and sexy as I endure. In reality, I am a blubbering, sloppy, begging mess. Ugh. Very Unsexy to me.
But I also know that this messy image is a turn on for others. Again, all in the eye of the beholder.
I just happen to be my own beholder, that’s all.
I don’t have to decide now. But we have not really talked about this level, this side, of his kink in years. Until, that is, he posted about it yesterday. And I smile, knowing we still have so many stones unturned, so many places we can still visit if we so choose.
When I get an itch to bottom, I will crave him pull my hair, rough me up, spank my ass, boss me around, and fuck me hard and it is enough. He can intimidate and scare me with his strictness, which I love (ok, it makes me verrry wet). He is a very strong guy, and he can literally do what he wants with me, if he is allowed to. It completely satisfies. And really, I can handle an evening of it, and the itch is scratched, and I am done. It is so incredibly interesting to me, because when nights like this happen, I can literally feel my dominant side (we call her Madame) standing off to the side, tapping her foot, getting impatient to return. I love that she is standing there, as though the bottom of me were getting its tires changes, and Madame is eager to hit the road.
I get that bottom fix, those tires changed, and I am done. Those bags are packed, and I am out the door, as quickly as I came.
Bottoming to me is like vacationing…..nice place to visit a couple of times a year, but I wouldn’t want to live there.
I love living in the land I do: where this female rules the roost, where I am queen of the hill, and where that complex, loving, submissive, loyal, sexy boy john awaits me. That is where I live.
It’s been nice posting about this, thinking about it, and getting roughed up a little bit by John as of late. Such a lovely vacation. Back to reality.
Reality is, it’s 9am, and my boy john is still sleeping, and I am itching to wake him.
<Insert evil smile here>