This week marks 8 years since I first learned about BDSM. As I was telling HBM this morning, it changed my life.
At that time, I visited a site called the BDSM Library. It is where I first met other subbie and learned about the dynamics. It is also where I wrote for the very first time outside of school.
Recently I was scared that the site would close and I would lose these memories. Therefore I will post them here.
This is my very first blog, posted 3 December 2010.
Scaling walls takes time and patience. The wall has to be studied, contemplated. Strategy needs to be worked out and carefully laid plans must be in place.
But first the wall must be found…
There once was a woman, so unsure of her own sexual needs…no wait, lets leave the sex out of…but only for now.
There once was a woman desperate to…Mmm. That exactly was the problem. She was desperate, but for what? She didn’t know. The nearest she could come to verbalising her need was with the word “more”. More money? Cars? Friends? No, something infinitely …more. It was a need without a name.
One fine day, she was walking through green pastures in the land of the internet. She looked and found something… It was only a spark but it resonated within her. In her heart and …no, remember? We are leaving sex out of it for now.
But that day she discovered The Wall.
On her side of the wall were the expectations, rules and regulations of a very conservative culture. Years of ‘do’s and don’ts’. Years of repression. Others’ needs surpassed her own, daily. Noble…praiseworthy even. But it had been killing her slowly. She wasn’t tending her own needs. It should have been done. The soul demands it.
But on the other side of The Wall were soulful moans. Sex. Rough. Hard. Orgasms. Multiple orgasms (gasp) There was no shame. At first the woman only peeked. Invisible to all. Then, she started walking around The Wall. Looking, dreaming, wondering. Laying plans. For 18 months she contemplated life behind The Wall.
Then one day, she took a brave breath, picked up the hem of her (of course, conservative) skirt. And scaled The Wall.
What she saw there, gave a name to her need. Her need was to submit. To have a Dominant take the control out of her hands. She realised that many shared this need. Many gave in to that need and were infinitely happier.
She had never before heard of BDSM. Or D/s or M/s. Never thought that pain could bring pleasure. Never knew about play or munches. But she instantly recognised the echo in her soul.
Standing there, looking at everything and everyone, she was speechless. And she realised she didn’t even have the correct vocabulary to ask questions.
But she learned. She experienced…Oh…did she experience…(ok, now we can talk about the sex)
She learned that her body needed, no, craved a Dominant’s hand in her hair, around her throat. She learned she craved the pain of His bites. She learned she could exprience the most mind-blowing bliss and still crave…more.
You see, the ‘more’ was not more sex. Or more orgasms. She thought it might be. But the very first time He commanded her to kneel before Him …offering…That day she started to understand. It wasn’t getting ‘more’; it was giving ‘more’. To Him. For Him. The Dominant. Always about Him.
In fact, she learned that giving ‘more’ wasn’t enough…You see…When more is given, accepted, nurtured and fed, it grows.
It grows into…’All’.