BDSM Writing Challenge

[alice_underneath]

Thank you for your kind words. I really empathize with your piece too... that feeling, the way you describe the lying... I can honestly tell you that it captured the way I have felt on numerous occasions. Very powerful!

Thanks, Red Sonja. I appreciate your comments very much.

 

[alice_underneath]

The Challenge:

To write a poem or paragraph on the subject of forgiveness.

Any volunteers?

 

[RJMasters]

The Challenge:

To write a poem or paragraph on the subject of forgiveness.

Any volunteers?

The need of…

The sadness of known offense.
An inner hurt as consequence for things done or left not done.
A desire to find the good graces of one you respect and adore.
A willingness to repay.
The hope of a renewed promise accepted.

The giving of…

The willing spirit of soft heartedness.
A love stronger than the pain or anger.
A desire for peace and harmony.
A choice.
The believing of another’s plea in extending further trust.

Forgiveness is the way of freedom for both the giver and receiver.

 

[Netzach]

There is always one in every house, every crowd, every stable.

I don't know him. I inherited him from Mistress Cheryl. She explained it in no uncertain terms to me. "Brutality. He comes here for brutality and to hold back is an act of cruelty, can you do this? No negotiation, no talk, no nothing, you always in persona and always "on"... him? Just...fuck him up. You're sure?"

I can. I understand. I have compassion. I can't imagine what it must be like to be someone who has these drives, but yet I can, and I can imagine the unbearable pain of a world in which only a few will be willing to salve the wound, to give what is needed, to answer this desire.

The wad of 20's in the envelope is the only thing that sanctions the things I do to him. It still sometimes can't keep me from crying.

I don't know what he did.

I don't even know if he did anything.

Perhaps he's above the rest of us. We all lie, we all cheat, we have all done horrible things. We screw around, we gamble with hearts, we fuck up and God how others have to pay.

All of us deserve it.

All right. I deserve it.

Maybe he's just the only one with the balls to pursue the balancing out. Maybe he's a better person than I will ever be.

His blood paints my canes and he has to be gagged for the screams. I've driven a sharpened metal high heel through the webbing between his finger and thumb.

His snot and tears wet my shoes and he wraps himself around them, sobbing freely. Over and over "I'm sorry Mistress, I'm sorry"

I've kicked him in the face.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry."

All this so he will feel absolved when he leaves, for a time.

 

[RJMasters]

There is always one in every house, every crowd, every stable.

I don't know him. I inherited him from Mistress Cheryl. She explained it in no uncertain terms to me. "Brutality. He comes here for brutality and to hold back is an act of cruelty, can you do this? No negotiation, no talk, no nothing, you always in persona and always "on"... him? Just...fuck him up. You're sure?"

I can. I understand. I have compassion. I can't imagine what it must be like to be someone who has these drives, but yet I can, and I can imagine the unbearable pain of a world in which only a few will be willing to salve the wound, to give what is needed, to answer this desire.

The wad of 20's in the envelope is the only thing that sanctions the things I do to him. It still sometimes can't keep me from crying.

I don't know what he did.

I don't even know if he did anything.

Perhaps he's above the rest of us. We all lie, we all cheat, we have all done horrible things. We screw around, we gamble with hearts, we fuck up and God how others have to pay.

All of us deserve it.

All right. I deserve it.

Maybe he's just the only one with the balls to pursue the balancing out. Maybe he's a better person that I will ever be.

His blood paints my canes and he has to be gagged for the screams. I've driven a sharpened metal high heel through the webbing between his finger and thumb.

His snot and tears wet my shoes and he wraps himself around them, sobbing freely. Over and over "I'm sorry Mistress, I'm sorry"

I've kicked him in the face.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry."

All this so he will feel absolved when he leaves, for a time.

Damn Netzach. that was beautiful.

 

[alice_underneath]

The need of…

The sadness of known offense.
An inner hurt as consequence for things done or left not done.
A desire to find the good graces of one you respect and adore.
A willingness to repay.
The hope of a renewed promise accepted.

The giving of…

The willing spirit of soft heartedness.
A love stronger than the pain or anger.
A desire for peace and harmony.
A choice.
The believing of another’s plea in extending further trust.

Forgiveness is the way of freedom for both the giver and receiver.

How poignant, RJ. You describe the elements of forgiveness, from both sides of the coin, in such a moving way.

I agree with your conclusion. But I would add that, in my opinion, the critical element of this exchange is the plea.

In my entire life, there has only been one person who has hurt me in a significant way, and not received my forgiveness. All he had to do was ask for it. But he never did.

Alice

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

There is always one in every house, every crowd, every stable.

I don't know him. I inherited him from Mistress Cheryl. She explained it in no uncertain terms to me. "Brutality. He comes here for brutality and to hold back is an act of cruelty, can you do this? No negotiation, no talk, no nothing, you always in persona and always "on"... him? Just...fuck him up. You're sure?"

I can. I understand. I have compassion. I can't imagine what it must be like to be someone who has these drives, but yet I can, and I can imagine the unbearable pain of a world in which only a few will be willing to salve the wound, to give what is needed, to answer this desire.

The wad of 20's in the envelope is the only thing that sanctions the things I do to him. It still sometimes can't keep me from crying.

I don't know what he did.

I don't even know if he did anything.

Perhaps he's above the rest of us. We all lie, we all cheat, we have all done horrible things. We screw around, we gamble with hearts, we fuck up and God how others have to pay.

All of us deserve it.

All right. I deserve it.

Maybe he's just the only one with the balls to pursue the balancing out. Maybe he's a better person than I will ever be.

His blood paints my canes and he has to be gagged for the screams. I've driven a sharpened metal high heel through the webbing between his finger and thumb.

His snot and tears wet my shoes and he wraps himself around them, sobbing freely. Over and over "I'm sorry Mistress, I'm sorry"

I've kicked him in the face.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry."

All this so he will feel absolved when he leaves, for a time.

Powerful, amazing empathy for his need, self sacrificing to it, poignant writing Netzach.....thank you for sharing.

 

[alice_underneath]

There is always one in every house, every crowd, every stable.

I don't know him. I inherited him from Mistress Cheryl. She explained it in no uncertain terms to me. "Brutality. He comes here for brutality and to hold back is an act of cruelty, can you do this? No negotiation, no talk, no nothing, you always in persona and always "on"... him? Just...fuck him up. You're sure?"

I can. I understand. I have compassion. I can't imagine what it must be like to be someone who has these drives, but yet I can, and I can imagine the unbearable pain of a world in which only a few will be willing to salve the wound, to give what is needed, to answer this desire.

The wad of 20's in the envelope is the only thing that sanctions the things I do to him. It still sometimes can't keep me from crying.

I don't know what he did.

I don't even know if he did anything.

Perhaps he's above the rest of us. We all lie, we all cheat, we have all done horrible things. We screw around, we gamble with hearts, we fuck up and God how others have to pay.

All of us deserve it.

All right. I deserve it.

Maybe he's just the only one with the balls to pursue the balancing out. Maybe he's a better person than I will ever be.

His blood paints my canes and he has to be gagged for the screams. I've driven a sharpened metal high heel through the webbing between his finger and thumb.

His snot and tears wet my shoes and he wraps himself around them, sobbing freely. Over and over "I'm sorry Mistress, I'm sorry"

I've kicked him in the face.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry."

All this so he will feel absolved when he leaves, for a time.

This is an extraordinary piece of writing, Netzach. The emotions (both yours, and his) are vividly conveyed.

And it explains so much. Why someone would volunteer - no, pay! - to be beaten this way. Why someone would be willing to do the beating.

Compassion as a reason for physical abuse. It seems like a contradiction, but after reading your piece, it makes sense.

Alice

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

This Thread was active when I first arrived here at the BDSM Boards of Lit. It was one that I enjoyed immensley.

Perhaps someone is brave enough to issue a Writing Challenge that some here may choose to participate in.

Kind Regards @}-}rebecca----​

 

[A Desert Rose]

This Thread was active when I first arrived here at the BDSM Boards of Lit. It was one that I enjoyed immensley.

Perhaps someone is brave enough to issue a Writing Challenge that some here may choose to participate in.

Kind Regards @}-}rebecca----​

If I had a creative mind, I would also have a creative thought for this thread. Considering that I do not... someone else needs to address this.

 

[A Desert Rose]

Okay wait, I had a thought and I need to catch those as soon as I have them or they are gone...

How about honesty? Has anyone suggested a poem/essay on honesty? (I'm not going to wade through this thread to find out.)

 

[Kajira Callista]

I have a really cool daddy story written but i'm pretty sure it would get flamed so i will keep it to myself

 

[babiesmiles]

I have a really cool daddy story written but i'm pretty sure it would get flamed so i will keep it to myself

I do love cool daddy stories ...so pleaseee

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

Come on people pleaseeeeeeee I nudged the Thread , someone must be able to come up with a Challenge we can share as a Community ​

 

[A Desert Rose]

I think KC should post that. It's a swell idea.

 

[A Desert Rose]

Come on people pleaseeeeeeee I nudged the Thread , someone must be able to come up with a Challenge we can share as a Community ​

I posted an idea? didn't I?

Of maybe you don't like my idea?

Or I'm just invisible here?


Okay, it's a poll... take your pick of the options.

 

[@}-}rebecca----]

I posted an idea? didn't I?

Of maybe you don't like my idea?

Or I'm just invisible here?


Okay, it's a poll... take your pick of the options.

laughs........sorry did someone say something

Miss Rose my sincere apologies I did manage to miss your post