It’s still my thing; still the kink I most keep coming back to but least understand. I connect with all sorts of kinky ‘MenWhoSeeDoms” on here and have never found anyone else who does this.
Perhaps I’m just a bit weird.
To critics, the wordless beating, where I lie on the bed in my hotel room, put a blindfold on and wait until my Mistress enters using the key I left at reception, might seem the ultimate example of a “submissive” USING a Dominatrix to deliver an precisely defined experience tailored to his very specific desires; an example of a submissive not, in fact, being submissive at all; being instead an entitled male paying to get what he wants.
It never feels that way to me, and I’m pretty sure it doesn’t feel that way to Mistress Elita. She said this about the time we just spent together:
“I dressed this way because I felt it was going to be a very intimate, connected session.”
I wasn’t going to be able to see her and no words were going to be exchanged until after it was over.
Intimate?
Connected?
How can that be?
It’s not that way at the start. I’m alone, isolated in my blindfold, fighting the sensations she’s causing.
I’m afraid of her.
But, as it goes on, I feel her reach out to me and I respond. Denied verbal communication we establish a different, more subtle link, a way for questions to be asked and answered; a path for BDSM’s special electricity to flow between her dominance and my submission.
How else can she know to cane me again after what I am sure was to be the final caning; to hit me with hard, fast strokes until I’m balling great lumps of the pillow into my fists and kicking my feet on the end of the bed?
How else can she know that this final caning is all it will take to bring the tears that were just below the surface after she had whipped my back?
How else can she know that I want those tears as she does; that, right now, I need the catharsis that crying will bring?
Intimacy and connection.
That’s what a session where I can’t see her or talk to her is about.
BDSM is fucking amazing sometimes.
I love the connection between you and Mistress Elita, the way she understands you without words!
Rebel xox
I love this. The utter intimacy of it because there is no role play, no acting, no words that dance and influence. People could arrange a version that wasn’t intimate but this is utterly intimate, connected and both of you exploring, pushing and engaging together. Risks and rewards are intimately shared.