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mstrjx -> RE: OMG Moment in D/s, M/s or BDSM (7/24/2006 6:12:00 PM)
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Cheers all, I have a couple of tales I would like to share. I call these defining moments. I have been very blessed over the years to have several of these, but these two (in separate posts if you don't mind) I think are special in making me who I've turned out to be. A bit about me. I was always raised to treat people, especially ladies, with respect. Never to hit them, try not to anger them, the usual. My nature is to be very communicative, very pleasing when possible, comforting and empathetic. I would probably make a great slave, but that's not the direction I've taken. Having said all of this, I discovered the joys of how bondage affected me from a very young age (probably 5 or so). At the time of this story I was probably 26, and still a few years before I discovered the depth of the kinks of the lifestyle. I still only knew about bondage, thought it 'was' the end (rather than the means), and as interested as I was did not seek to participate full-time. I was dating a woman who I shared my interest and she was receptive. So, from time to time, I would tie her up, and loved every minute of it. But I could sense that there was something that she wanted to explore. I finally got her to admit that there was something unspoken between us, but she would never go further in conversation. I sensed that it was something that she was ashamed to admit. This really bothered me, because I do place a great deal of importance in communication. I had shared, why couldn't she? This defining moment occurred in bed, naturally, on one of our vanilla evenings. I was on top, and a very unusual thought came to me. I have no idea what came over me, but I (in mid-stroke) decided to slap her full across the face, fairly soundly. This was SO not like me. She started crying, nearly hysterically. As I recall, I probably started crying too (sensitive bastard that I must be). Finally she composed herself, looked up at me, and queried (wait for it) 'How did you know?' Wow. Not what I expected. Yet, I had discovered her secret all on my own. So, I would trade off playing my game (bondage) and playing her game (slapping her during intercourse). She was extremely animated when I would slap her, and I must admit I rather got off on it, too. But eventually she stopped me. Didn't want me to do it again. I was puzzled, extremely so. Remember, I'm a pleaser and even though she couldn't communicate this desire to me, I had discovered it on my own. So why prevent me from doing this in the future? 'Because for you it's not real.' At the time, I didn't know what she meant. It would be another 4 years before I discovered the entirety of BDSM, and by that time I had moved 500 miles away. I had actually discovered my first submissive woman, and I wasn't defined as we know it as dominant. Just a pleaser. Be back in a while for defining moment #2. Jeff
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