jjsharshaw
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- Oct 26, 2001
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Considering the amount of books available via any number of booksellers on BDSM, D/s, fetishes, etc. and likely the many posts on Lit and other BBS's, this post may deserve a raspberry but...in an age of instant gratification - orgasms or otherwise - I don't want to take the time * to read up on, what to me, amounts to a very visceral thing.
I am in a LDR with a woman, I as the Master and she the slave. We are considering meeting for the first time. She wanted to know IF, when the time came, COULD I REALLY HIT HER WITH MY BELT?
I said, without a lot of hesitation, though I've never done it my life, "Yes."
She said the reason for her question was a number of "non-starters" in the past, i.e., men who talked a good game but couldn't lay a lash to this woman's back when it came time to show their stuff.
And this got me thinking: I consider myself a Dominant. I get off on thinking about laying a lash to this woman's - or most any woman who would consent - back, ass, mons, perineum, vulva and/or breasts and belly.
Why? What is the impulse to giving corporal punishment?
And, once, early on in my marriage, I practiced - somewhat by accident - one of the most dangerous forms of edge play I think I know about and would do - in holding my wife by her throat during intercourse and increasing the pressure as she got closer to coming.
For those of you who have not tried this: a) I was not cutting off her air directly, I was cutting off her blood supply to her brain by compressing her carotid arteries at the carotid sinuses. b) what makes this so dangerous is that blood pressure is controlled largely by the carotid sinuses, spongy structures in the neck that surround the carotid arteries AND also electrical impulses to the heart travel this route.
With her blood pressure already lowered, her brain is oxygen starved, IF, at the exactly right moment in the electrical firing cycle of the heart, the firing cycle is interrupted - by pressure on the sinuses that you are supplying - then the heart stops. The paramedics could be right by the bed with the paddles (CLEAR! Ka-THUNK!) and all they get to be is voyeurs because your lover is DEAD. Nothing short of cracking her chest and doing direct cardiac massage is going to restart the ticker and then, I'm told by my cardiologist (who simply may be wanting to scare hell out of me), direct cardiac massage being successful is "iffy."
Yet, the first time I did this, ignorantly, and every time since, it is a tremendous feeling for us both, not only in the genitalia but in the head.
From the start of that simple little bit of dominance: pressing my wife to the mattress by her throat while fucking her, I've been on a rather escalating "curve" for the last 30 years.
Why? What is the impulse to Dominate?
Please forgive the wordiness. And thank you in advance for all your useful responses.
Jubal
* Plus I got a story kicking around in my head and I'm in a hurry. God, because they've been jump starting my brain via ECT for - well, I can't, uh, clearly remember - and taking a ton of psychotropics over several years to get me out of my funk, I haven't written for a couple of years. Is it any wonder some of my characters are messed up?
BTW, my story on Lit, "The Little Death" describes the carotid compression technique in story form.
I am in a LDR with a woman, I as the Master and she the slave. We are considering meeting for the first time. She wanted to know IF, when the time came, COULD I REALLY HIT HER WITH MY BELT?
I said, without a lot of hesitation, though I've never done it my life, "Yes."
She said the reason for her question was a number of "non-starters" in the past, i.e., men who talked a good game but couldn't lay a lash to this woman's back when it came time to show their stuff.
And this got me thinking: I consider myself a Dominant. I get off on thinking about laying a lash to this woman's - or most any woman who would consent - back, ass, mons, perineum, vulva and/or breasts and belly.
Why? What is the impulse to giving corporal punishment?
And, once, early on in my marriage, I practiced - somewhat by accident - one of the most dangerous forms of edge play I think I know about and would do - in holding my wife by her throat during intercourse and increasing the pressure as she got closer to coming.
For those of you who have not tried this: a) I was not cutting off her air directly, I was cutting off her blood supply to her brain by compressing her carotid arteries at the carotid sinuses. b) what makes this so dangerous is that blood pressure is controlled largely by the carotid sinuses, spongy structures in the neck that surround the carotid arteries AND also electrical impulses to the heart travel this route.
With her blood pressure already lowered, her brain is oxygen starved, IF, at the exactly right moment in the electrical firing cycle of the heart, the firing cycle is interrupted - by pressure on the sinuses that you are supplying - then the heart stops. The paramedics could be right by the bed with the paddles (CLEAR! Ka-THUNK!) and all they get to be is voyeurs because your lover is DEAD. Nothing short of cracking her chest and doing direct cardiac massage is going to restart the ticker and then, I'm told by my cardiologist (who simply may be wanting to scare hell out of me), direct cardiac massage being successful is "iffy."
Yet, the first time I did this, ignorantly, and every time since, it is a tremendous feeling for us both, not only in the genitalia but in the head.
From the start of that simple little bit of dominance: pressing my wife to the mattress by her throat while fucking her, I've been on a rather escalating "curve" for the last 30 years.
Why? What is the impulse to Dominate?
Please forgive the wordiness. And thank you in advance for all your useful responses.
Jubal
* Plus I got a story kicking around in my head and I'm in a hurry. God, because they've been jump starting my brain via ECT for - well, I can't, uh, clearly remember - and taking a ton of psychotropics over several years to get me out of my funk, I haven't written for a couple of years. Is it any wonder some of my characters are messed up?
BTW, my story on Lit, "The Little Death" describes the carotid compression technique in story form.