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The Dance Some thoughts and questions about dancing in the rayne. Post in the comments due to Altfuckery  |
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So, let’s just say…hypothetically speaking, that your submissive female on Alt. You’re on site one day, perving the blogs, as you do, when a comment someone left catches your eye. Hmmm, this guy seems to have his shit together, and something interesting to say, let me take advantage of this paid membership and go check out his profile. So, you do. You find an extremely well written profile that clearly states the who, what, when, where, and why. It’s a bit noir, but with a scathing bit of humor. So, you write to him. Complimenting him on his profile. Expecting nothing back besides a thank you. Besides, he’s too X,Y, and Z to be a good match for you. So, he writes back. And it begins. Except, you don’t even know it’s beginning. So, you toddle along blithely, sending emails, chatting about this and that and the other. After all, who doesn’t like receiving mail? He’s charming, you’re charming. You chat about this and that, everything from the sublime to the mundane. D/s is touched upon in a generic way, nothing specific, certainly nothing erotic. Even from the beginning though—there was this “pull”, that spark of something. It’s rare, but you know it when it’s there. He delights you. He charms you. He intrigues you. And so, you begin to dance. At first you don’t even recognize it’s happening. Your steps start to synchronize, the smiles become warmer, the flirtation a bit spicier. There is still the intelligence and the banter that underscores it all, but it is becoming more. Slowly, insidiously, like smoke, tendrils of His Dominance invade your brain. You come undone. You recognize the dance for what it is. You want to run. You do run. You get in your own way. You get in your head. You don’t want to fuck this up, yet are terrified of the possibilities if you don’t. He asks you “why do you run from what we both know you want?” You take two steps forward and one step back. You start to stumble. The dance that seemed so effortless in the beginning now confuses you, frightens you. He is so much MORE He challenges you, and is way out of your comfort zone His fire burns so bright, so hot, so intense, you fear going up in flames He sees a side of you that very few have seen. He sees things in you that you don’t see in yourself. He sees your magnificence ---hiding. He gives you goosebumps every time you talk Able to main control and self-possession whilst you are flustered as hell. Yet, you are hard wired to respond that sort of self-control He will expect nothing less that ALL of you. Your surrender to him will make a mockery of every other time you’ve submitted in the past. A connection already so powerful. He makes you wet, without ever having laid a finger on you Submissives live for this kind of connection, yet why are you so wary of it? Why do you want to know the “why?” of it? Why do you, as a submissive and a female over analyze EVERYTHING? Why not just accept it for what it is and be very, very grateful? For He is, The Sweet Prince: “If you allow me to hold you close in the rain, it would be my honor to make even your simplest fantasy into a beautiful memory” The Dark Dom: “Your mind is by far the sexiest thing you could EVER offer me. If I cannot touch you in a way nobody else ever has, I have no right to touch you in the first place.” The Warrior Poet: I value only that which is truly worth possessing, and no amount of money can buy it. It can be given away, but earning it from someone who guards it……that is when you see it’s real value-sweet fucking submission. The Wolf: “I will push every fucking limit you have and find every dirty, nasty little thing that makes you wet and use them against you every chance I get.” The dance in the rain is breathtakingly beautiful. It is a roller coaster of emotions. It is a desire, and a hesitancy. It is infuriating and growl inducing. It speaks to the deepest part of your submissive soul. It is sweet, and it is sexy. It is safe and it is frightening. It is a depth of emotion that makes no sense. It will fuck your mind, and fuck your body. It captivates and enchants you, and makes you wonder if it ever has to end?
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The dance, the mindfuck.... Howling at the moon and mal ad osteo.
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this is a really well written essay. let's just say - theoretically - that this has also happened to me a number of times. and it is indeed a dance of hopes and dreams and fears and inhibitions. but somehow, it often comes together in a heady melange of passion, desire and intellect. and suddenly, without realizing it, you're together... you're a thing... that which seemed silly or impossible or incomprehensible now seems... inevitable. go with it. embrace it. lean into it. and enjoy.
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It's a dance for the ages.....more erotic than the mambo and sensuous as hell ! We must dance this dance to feed our soul and enrich our life in a good or bad way. Yes, the dance consumes but a life well lived is made up of so many of these moments.
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bolero is the te most erotic can I have done. It is like fucking standing up and not one know you are fucking. "One Big Sky Covers Us All Equally"
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Sounds very exciting, hope everything goes well.
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rayne I too hope it goes well As an aside, I have privately communicated with one or two bloggers knowing that we would never meet (geography and also, seeking different BDSM thing) but with whom I felt a remarkable connection  A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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Just to make sure .. do remember.. you dance to enjoy the moment.. not to say tomorrow.. I once danced the dance .. you will never love the song as much as you love it when you're hearing it .. as tomorrow, you will always be able to say I heard it .. yawn
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 Slave rick
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Hmm yes, finding people with whom you have that chemistry is always great. The magic just happens and your heart skips a beat when they post or send you a message saying hi. Conversation flows easily and you always have something to say to each other - no matter how trivial or inconsequential.
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So you found that which all subs seem to be seeking. Now comes the hard part......Not fucking it up, while you figure out what to do about it. I will blow your mind like a verbal John Wilkes Booth
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