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Intrepid Dominant/ Sadist, attractive, semi-brilliant
and creative individual pursuing a productive life filled with a litany
of notable and rewarding commitments and relationships...blah
blah
I have been involved in exploring my own special brand of
humanity via bdsm for about 10 years now. It all started when I became aware
that the distinction between what I thought/felt, and what I could
experience, didn't necessarily have to be complete and total strangers. What
delight it was to suddenly comprehend that all those sick and twisted desires
could actually
be pursued, unfolded, explored and indulged in. And what a
beautifully
slippery slope it has been, as one false boundary after another
falls to the wayside, smashed by an overactive and dangerous imagination, a
deranged desire
to execute 'the possible', and the accompaniment of a few
rare individuals who are able to keep up. Yes, so very rare.
My
passion, if you will, is the systematic dismantling and reconstruction of the
submissive individual. Though systematic makes it sound overly regimented --
which may or may not be the case given that it's often a nice touch to mix
and match a methodical surgical approach with a more base, random and brutal
attack on the soul.
I can't really begin to speculate
on my motives—it seems to me that I am just hardwired to derive exquisite
pleasure from the complete humiliation, degradation and dehumanization of the
one before me. And as with all good things, this compulsion stands in stark
contrast to what I would call my "other life". I do so love contrasts and the
juxtaposition of the seemingly incongruous.
I'm
tempted to launch into the details of exactly how I enjoy seeing another
probed, penetrated, defiled, used, abused, and tortured for hours on end. I'm
even more tempted
to articulate those specific moments of bliss that come
when I drag her to the mirror and allow her to gaze back at the animal she
has become—to watch the horror and revulsion register in her eyes as she
realizes what she has submitted to…and then to revel in the mutual ecstasy as
she acknowledges that beneath the horror and disgust there is only more
desire…a bottomless well of need
and hunger that must be
plumbed…
…but I'll put aside those temptations for
the moment—and will sit back and see where this little trial balloon
flies.
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