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So, here’s the quick and dirty background important to this post:

  • Approximately 14 months ago, an event was held with classes organized by yours truly. One class in particular, taught by Min and Eric was on Fisting and Female Ejaculation (You can see their resources HERE).
  • I discovered approximately a year and a half ago that I’m quite the masochist, at which time I only carried the label of Switch (Top/bottom). I had yet to submit to anyone and I was not my Master’s slave. (We were husband and wife though)
  • Approximately 1 year ago, I became the slave of my Master.
  • Periodically over this period of time, Master and I have tried to play in an S/M nature, but he is no sadist and my mind interprets any act of sadism from him as punishment – we mutually agreed that I needed to fulfill my masochistic tendencies with other play partners.
  • Periodically since the Fisting and Female Ejaculation class, Master has tried to make me squirt – the closest I’ve ever been was in front of a room full of people at our local swingers club, Trapeze.

Fast forward to now…

Just the other day, I mentioned to Master that I would like to attempt S/M play again. My imagination has been in overdrive on all sorts of things and I wanted to explore some of those thoughts.  The caveat to this newest attempt at S/M play was that I wanted to try it during sex.  I feel the most “submissive” and “slave like” when he is using me for his pleasure and I wanted to explore my deepest submissive feelings and intertwine them with S/M.

Enter the AM of Saturday morning.

I remember the question vividly,
Do you want to try, he asked?
Yes Sir, I replied.
I almost wish he hadn’t asked,
but this was crossing a hard limit
so, he reconfirmed my desire.
I was stretched across the bed, on all fours;
ass perched high in the air,
cunt aching to feel him penetrate me.
He left me there,vulnerable.
When he returned, I didn’t dare open my eyes;
I didn’t need to know how he’d strike me,
I just needed to know he was going to.
I made a wish at this moment,
please let this work;
I NEED this to work.
He entered me slowly,
my senses already heightened,
I could nearly feel his heartbeat from deep within me;
the pulse of his raging hard on beating like a drum.
He paused there, savoring the moment,
perhaps even questioning the potential outcome.
He struck me, a familiar sensation;
he continued, his strikes being occasionally met by a thrust of his hips.
I pushed back against him, murmurs and moans escaping my lips,
a smirk crosses my lips when I realize the frequency of his strikes.
I’d broken through the barrier, not a single tear was shed from my eyes;
instead I was blissfully enjoying every second of it.
My back arched to meet the strike of his quirt, my hips rocked to meet his thrust,
even the strike of his bare hand was sending shock waves through me.
At some point, everything around me faded leaving only Master and myself;
and a puddle on the sheets.

That puddle on the sheets means more than anyone could ever possibly imagine!
Thank you, Sir!

(This picture is *NOT* me – I wish my puddle had been that big, but I’m happy with the results regardless!)

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I will rape your flesh

you will scream

I will inseminate you with My control

you are mine

I will desecrate your body

you will try to escape and I will drag you back

I will pull you by your hair

you will cower in humiliation

I will ravage you from behind

you will whimper in pleading despair

I will crawl across your skin

you will feel Me, heat radiating from inside your sex

I will push you over the edge, between fantasy and reality

you will be left speechless

I will be whatever demon you imagine Me to be

you will worship the Demon, you will worship Me

I will be your Master

you will be my slave

She’s in control, or so she believes,

but He knows different

Just as she approaches her slippery wet climax,

He will remove her from Him

she begs Him for permission to orgasm,

and He leaves her there

the last words off his tongue

“you don’t deserve it”

To those in the scene, the term power exchange is fairly commonplace.
Full understanding of the term is less common, but still a larger majority than our vanilla counterparts.
For those that are lucky enough to have experienced it, there is nothing like it.

Some might say that since I am in a 24/7 Master/slave relationship that we are in a constant exchange of power.
I do not agree with that on many levels but primarily because sometimes life causes you to go on auto-pilot,
and to me power exchange has to be a conscious effort from all involved parties.

I’m not here to debate the topic of power exchange,
I’m writing today to decipher between a power exchange versus power struggle.

I recently read a blog post called The Truth About Cats and Dogs,
First of all, it was like a light bulb went off – such a fantastic analogy of submission types.
Second of all, it solidified what role I take as a slave and more importantly
it made me also realize what type of s-type we would be willing to add to our dynamic at some point in the future.

The reason I mention this particular writing is because I’ve been struggling with words,
words to explain why a recent relationship failed, despite countless attempts to salvage it.
Now, in my mind, it’s as easy as they were a cat, I am a dog, and we are dog owners.
Strange, perhaps – but I task you with reading the post – I promise it will make sense then.

But this brings me to a little bit more discussion about the differences between cats and dogs.
You see, I think when playing with their own species – power exchange happens relatively freely.
Very little effort is involved for the dynamic to flow from owner to pet (and vice versa) as they tend to see eye to eye in their given role.
However, when forced to interact outside of their species, power exchange becomes more of a power struggle.

Perhaps some D-types enjoy a struggle; the challenge to perhaps take-down, capture, overwhelm or overpower another.
Well, that’s definitely not me and most certainly not Sir.
We are both of the school that submission is a gift, given freely without resistance.
And in return, a person makes themselves available to receive whatever form of control is brought upon them
and only in that peaceful relinquishment of control would they truly experience our energy exchange, our power exchange.