the real risk of kinky sex

Last week an article grabbed my attention. I knew I had to write at least something about my thoughts on it, because it is absolutely perfect. I suppose you should go read it first. Go on, because what I say after will hold no meaning if you don’t read the article first. So click below …

BDSM’s Dirty Secret – The Real Risk of Kinky Sex

This post could have been written by me, only I’m never that articulate. I read this post and the first thing I said was “YES!”. It all comes down to one thing for me… “intimacy”. That’s the number one thing I experience with MasterC. Most people don’t realize how intimate BDSM can be. Most people don’t realize how extraordinarily close two people can become just by exploring darker sides of oneself. I’ve experienced this twice in my life.

When Sylvanus and I walked the dark path together those few years ago, the one thing we both noticed above all else, was how close BDSM made us. There’s this primal, open, honesty and trust that exists between two people when you allow yourselves to walk down a path less traveled. You open your soul and allow yourself to be vulnerable. You allow someone to see you how most people will never get to see you.

Now, I experience this level of intimacy with MasterC. I allow him to do things to me I never imagined I would want to experience. He gets to allow himself the freedom to explore things he never thought possible. Together, we are two open dark souls exploring a new world. He creates “scenes” for me and they take me through never ending cycles of emotions and bend my body in ways I never imagined and when it is all said and done, our hearts and minds are connected even stronger than they were before. We share moments of primal lust, but we share moments of intimate passions as well.

This is also probably why dungeons and kink clubs never held my interest. Don’t get me wrong, I am sure there are plenty of couples who go and share deep intimate moments while there, but the majority of my experiences have always been a bunch of Dominant men trying to impress the other Dominant men, while collecting as many little submissives as they can and creating scene after scene. A ride at a carnival where anyone willing gets a turn. It’s just not for me to experience and watching something like that does nothing to arouse me, or impress me. OK, so you can take a beating… bravo. And you can dish out a beating, here’s a gold star.

It is also probably why I could never satiate my submissive hunger by simply seeing someone once a week to give me a spanking (or any different form of beating). It’s not enough for me to feel the sharp sting of a hand on my backside. Or the lash of a leather strap. Or the ever growing sting of the crop. No, I need much more than that. A beating from a stranger is just a beating to me. There’s no connection, no arousal. But the beating at the hands of my Master, the one I am emotionally connected to mind, body and soul… now that’s the stuff I’m talking about!