Wayward:Maybe I see a Fantasy in you, a Fantasy you have not yet realized. Not being into BDSM is like saying you don't like Deborah's there are lots of Deborah's and each one is like walking into a different store as it were. It's a blanket term for a state of mind, not a specific act or acts.
You need to get past the BDSM thing. I am not into that very much. Fun every once in a while for a change of pace, but I like being taken care of with gentle coercion, not painfully forced to do things accompanied with punishment. You are barking up the tree for the right cat, but you have the type of tree all wrong... Originally Posted by BottomlessFilth
This is theatre of the mind, sometimes the chains are not physical but are stronger than if they were made of iron. I had a friend she had terrible agoraphobia, was it sweet sadism or romance to take her out to lunch? What if it was somewhere really nice, would that make it better or worse? Wanting to go out so badly but being terrified to actually open the door and walk out to my car. She was trapped in her own house, not living in a cage but sitting on a couch watching TV.
Being "forced" to walk around on a pretty day having orgasms isn't really Marquis de Sade stuff now is it? Seems like exactly that gentle coercion but the BottomlessFilth doth protest a little too much. Just how often are those little changes of pace you wanton alley cat. Coming on this board and wailing with pent up desire. We feel the moist dew on your inner thigh, even if is not completely spoken in your post.
You are about sexual degradation, maybe not always or even terribly often but it is like a river that runs though your very soul. That is the butterfly waiting to take flight, drop her panties and go into a wanton frenzy, that only ends with her exhausted, collapsed on the floor covered in the sweet sheen of passion.
Now tell me again where I got it wrong.