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His Touch So often we fixate on the dark side of BDSM and D/s relationships, the challenges, sexual predicaments, corrections, and punishments. What is often lost is the almost addictive emotional connection that can be felt between a Dom and his submissive. Some have labeled this bond as almost codependent and indeed if not handled correctly or by healthy and mature adults, it certainly can be. But what I want to share is the lighter side of a sensual and loving D/s relationship. Sure I appreciate and make a part of my D/s life the darker arts of BDSM, but there is so much more to it than that. If what you get from D/s is a series of BDSM scenes of ever-increasing intensity with random partners then I suppose that is alright for some. But I need a deeper connection and that is at the heart of a sensual D/s relationship for me. This bond is deep and intensely connected, emotional, and yes, at its core, loving. When I look at the image below, I see the very essence of that loving bond between a Dom and his sub. She had no doubt been instructed to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide (as is always appropriate) and await her master. When he eventually entered the bedroom he did not go directly to her or likely even acknowledge her presence, but instead set about the business of taking off his tie tack and cuff links, hanging up his tie, perhaps even menacingly removing his belt. All the while his beautiful sub waited patiently with her eyes cast down, but with ever-increasing anticipation, perhaps even apprehension, of what her master might have in store for her. The patient service of a submissive, waiting whatever might suit her master is an incredibly powerful statement of devotion. She knows not what his mood might be when he comes home. Will, he be needy and want to take her immediately? Will, he feels playful and want to be teasing and taunting with her pleasure? Will, he feels frustrated or emasculated by work and want to exert control, perhaps ordering her to her knees to service him promptly with her mouth? Or will he be dark and brooding and want to seek the release of his tension through a more physical session? She knows not what is in store for her and yet with the utmost of grace, beauty, and devotion, she sits, largely naked, legs spread, and presents herself as ordered in complete acceptance of whatever would please her master at that moment. So when her master eventually stops what he is doing and turns to her, there is no doubt that her heart is racing as she tries to control her breathing, ragged with anticipation and perhaps a tinge of fear or at least uncertainty of the unknown. As he stands before her, his first touch will set the tone for all that is to follow. And she will go wherever his touch takes her. Still, she waits patiently. How will he touch her? Will, he grasps her by the throat and force her back? Will, he grabs her hair and pull her mouth toward him? Will, he grasped the back of her neck and thrust her to the floor on all fours for punishment or the taking? As she sits and strains to maintain her outward composure in the face of churning anticipation she closes her eyes in acceptance of whatever is to come next. When his first touch finally comes it is gentle. Nurturing. Cradling. She sinks into her master’s hand and is immediately transported from a place of anticipation and perhaps trepidation to a place of serenity and peace; a place where she is enveloped in the warm glow of her master’s dominance and a sense of carefree submission and security. By his hand, she has been taught, corrected, and even punished. But in his hand, she is also guided, molded, nurtured, embraced, and treasured. Even loved. His hands do so many wondrous things to her and for her. His touch can say so much. And she sinks into every one of his touches with equal abandon and satisfaction whether it is tender or torturous, pleasing or painful. His touch. Always his touch. It transports her to her place of submission and service every time, in every way. Such is the power of the D/s bond. And this night it will be tender and loving with the same depth of emotion and intensity as other nights when it is harsh and demanding. But always…always…his touch takes her there. Caption © For The Love of a Submissive, 2019  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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Mind cinema, and will dream on forever
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10/24/2020 2:22 pm |
Touch is so important.
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Light touch, can really sensitize the skin. It drive me wild just on my arms. "One Big Sky Covers Us All Equally"
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No matter the intent any touch reaches deep inside.
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This is very true it's all about the touch. I have always regarded impact play as an extension of my hand. I am always thinking about where my submissive is in her mind and what do I need to communicate thru the crop, flogger, whip or cane. It's about the connection, not the equipment, 
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10/23/2020 6:34 am |
this is great. Thanks for being an intellectual in a land of neanderthals.
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This is a fantastic piece. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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