I have another blog in my native language, Danish. I started the blog because I had a growing need to tell someone, perhaps just a nonpersonal computer screen, about my secret life of BDSM. (Again, noone says that BDSM and exhibitionism is linked in any way..!) I am a very talkative person, of course I can keep a secret, but god, how it sometimes itches, to tell.. And keeping the secret of my new found life of kink made everything all twitch in my mouth. Many times I have thought of telling just one close friend my secret, but I still haven't got the nerve. Maybe this English blog is just a way to keep on telling without telling..
Well, I will tell you about me, and then perhaps a bit about the pleasures, I enjoy.. (This is meant as a tease, perhaps you guessed..?)
My life before BDSM lasted 38 years, I grew up in an average family, raised in a sheltered environment as the correct and polite big sister in a paternal Danish family with lots of inhibitions. I got an education, worked, lived serially monogamously, married, divorced, married, divorced, smaller children.. Boring sex, often no sex at all, innocent games, mostly when I was younger, with hand cuffs, rope, but without the ability or safety to give myself in to it. I mostly thought it was a bit funny, while I in the midst of it all was planning the grocery shopping I had to do the day after..
I was single again 2 years ago, after more than 2 years of considerations of whether my marriage would last, while fighting for it. So, when the divorce happened, I knew my state of mind well, and soon started dating. Normal, straight forward dating, some dates more succesful than others, a bit of sex, too. And then I met him..
His dating profile was different than the others, more than hinted something of a dark universe behind. I quote (and translate.. Sorry if I do a poor job of it, and sorry to say sorry, sorry if I am too self conscious..): I enjoy the psychological game in a relationship between a man and a woman, where the man leads the woman down a path, where she gives up her right to make her own decisions and lets herself fall into a state of pure pleasure and oblivion of self..
Honestly, I didn't quite know what to think about his words, but I was more than curious to meet the man behind the words.. The Date, the first date, was a dream, very special, an ordinary date with a walk in the park, coffee, lunch, the air so filled with sexual tension, that we would surely have ended up in his appartment, if we had had the time.. Instead it ended with a kiss, and a sense of falling in love..
After this my first date he initiated my training towards the universe of submission, masochism. Carefully, slowly, teasingly, skillfully he took me down the path where we still go, next to an ordinary life with each our children, two houses, being lovers and friends, girlfriend and boyfriend..
He was, he is, fantastic, formidable (Who said anything about being in love...) He has during the last 1½ year taught me more about devotion in passion and the pleasures in lust and pain than I have known for all the previous part of my life. He pushes me further and further down our path together, firmly, tenderly, determined, dominant, and he has total right of decision, over my erotic life. And all the way I have felt, how my lust for more, more experiences, deeper submission, just grows stronger and stronger..
I earlier hated beats on my ass, but now it turns me on like I never imagined, it could. From impatiently waiting for the ropes to be tied I now submit to the process, the feeling, the expectations, the devotion to him. As to the spankings, I love the whip, the tawse, the cane (and almost the flogger..), and I feel both proud and happy for the marks, it leaves on my skin, as a proof of my lust and my submission..
The way he touches my neck, the way his hands tightens their grip or pulls my hair turns me on immediately. It makes my heart pound, it makes my breath heavy, my cunt wet, for him. An arm around my shoulder, a look from his deep blue, burning eyes, a texted message, a mail.. I have never experienced so strong a need towards a man before, the need to give it all, the want, for more all the time, and I have never experienced the way it just gets better and better and better..
I call him Mr.
Sounds like you have an absolutely lovely relationship.
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