PUBLIC – A MASOCHIST’S VIEW

How wonderful to have yet another individual perspective of the public session I set up at Eroticon. My friend Honey looks at from her perspective as a fellow masochist. I love how connected she felt to the session.

I have been out of the loop of so many things since I have been absent from twitter and blogging. Luckily, I still heard that I had been invited to an intimate experience in a hotel room. As soon as I heard that Bibulous had invited me to be there while Mistress Elita caned him, I knew I wanted to go. There were many hurdles to my attendance, not least the fact that I am disappeared from the community at the moment but the draw was too strong.

No matter how cool I tried to play it, the moment I knew of the invite, a magnetic pull was there. I wanted to be there. My soul told me to be there. I now know why I felt that pull. I am a masochist. All of the things that I am fluctuate over time, but my masochism is always there. Right now, my masochism is strong and often overwhelms other aspects of me. When Bibulous One talks about and shares his masochism and his experiences, I feel a connection. I feel that he understands my masochism in a way that few do. The invite to witness the masochist, Bibulous One being hurt by his Mistress astounded me.

Being open about being a masochist is harder than being out about being submissive. I imagine that there is even more of a barrier to bring open about it if you are male. I know that Bibulous One has written about the conflicted feelings this has caused him over time. I hoped that all of the other people would also show him love, acceptance, respect and admiration as he showed us the totally unvarnished, vulnerable truth of him as someone who needs to be beaten sometimes.

In the room, a sudden change in energy stopped all the chat as Mistress Elita, goddess like in lingerie and heels pushed him against the wall, pinching his nipples. The power, control and connection seemed to make a haze around them as she tightened her grip and he was raised up on his toes.

Each change in position, change of implement, change of tempo was done in such a soothing way that if you ignored the violence of each impact and the changing colour of B1’s arse, you’d be forgiven for thinking this was a seductive dance of two passionate lovers.

Except, there was more than the hypnotic interaction of lovers. Mistress Elita is the most graceful panther. She contains so much control, calm and power. Every shift in her weight from one hip to another, every adjustment of her stance contained her energy, keeping it gathered ready to be used on her prey.

The intensity of each stroke, delivered with absolute precision, pulled us all into every moment. I don’t think that I will every forget watching the swish of the whip, so nearly grazing but not touching the flesh on his back. The energy between B1 and his Mistress crackled and in that moment, the power exchange between them was palpable. To exert such control and to deliver such an intensity of experience, making the hairs on his flesh stand up and his body tense without even any touch was a privilege to see.

Before that evening, I knew that Elita was an amazing Domme, and I knew that Bibulous One was an intense masochist, but after that evening, I know how utterly strong they make each other.