For this year’s A-Z Challenge I decided to focus on things that I have come across during our 5 years of active kink, and share my experiences and things I have learned, my opinion or things I am curious about. In each post I am using an image that has been used on my blog before, with a link to the original post.
Continued from… B is for Bondage & More
Nothing in the world of kink should happen without consent! Consent is not exclusive to BDSM relationships. I am treading on very thin ice here with the next statement: I dare to say that consent is discussed and present more in BDSM relationships than in any other kind of relationship. So many things in other kinds of relationships are taken for granted, where people in BDSM relationships are much more conscious of their own and others’ desires.
That said, I think consent should be present in any kind of relationship. Discuss your do’s and don’ts, no matter what kind of relationship you have.
This is something I crave. If I go without control for too long, I am like a train thundering on until it derails. I need Master T’s control or I will lose myself. Without his control, I am restless and I feel worthless. His control over me is something we have discussed and agreed upon. With this point we’re actually back with consent again, because I would not have accepted Master T’s control over me if it wasn’t something we have discussed before and I have consented to. Control is something I need. I need to know between which boundaries I can operate, what I am allowed to do and what not, what he expects of me. Without it, I am nothing.
I love clamps. I hate clamps. Sometimes I get so horny that I beg Master T to put clamps on my nipples. Other times he puts clamps on my nipples and I hate it. I love the pain when I’m horny. I hate the pain when he wants to hurt me. Not harm me, but hurt me. The clamps are mostly used on my nipples, but sometimes also on my labia. No matter where he uses them, it’s always the same: I have a love-hate relationship with clamps.
I love my collar.
Let me say that again: I love my collar.
Whether it’s my day collar, my night collar, my play collar, my punishment collar or any other collar Master T puts on me, I love it.
My collar is symbol of my 24/7 submission to my husband.
Crop & Cane
I like the crop more than the cane, but if I am allowed to choose, I choose a flogger above these two implements. Both deliver painful lashes, but I don’t fear the crop as much as I do the cane. The cane is mean and nasty and I prefer not to feel it, but I have to admit that there is one cane I don’t really mind feeling. It hurts too, but in a different way. The RVS cane delivers blows that feel like a deep tissue massage, but then a bit more painful. The moment the steel touches my behind, the feeling travels to deep inside. But, when Master T takes the fiberglass cane in his hand, I cringe. Feeling it on my bottom is like punishment… which sometimes I like.
To be continued… D is for D/s & More
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