Things Ive come to love - but why?

[bersonjj]

This will be my first thread - I hope of many. So, over my past few relationships I have come (and cum) to love a few things. I wonder where this lust stems from ...

1) Tying one down for hours at a time so that I can fully do whatver I feel like.

2) Using hot candle wax and watching the pain and pleasure on her face

3) Spitting on subs - and of course cumming all over them.

4) Spanking until my hand hurts - then picking up a flogger and continuing

5) Taking my time to eat my girl's ass as much as I eat her tight pussy

6) Pulling hair - and even slight pressure around the neck ...

I am sure Oothers here have similar desires. Feel free to post different ones.

And if you know the root cause - for sure make a comment.

 

[Etoile]

For me:
1. Strong pressure on my neck (choking)
2. Having my hair pulled
3. Being whipped

I don't know why. I guess there are all kinds of possible analyses, from childhood abuse (didn't happen) to genetics. It's just who I am, and I'm comfortable with that.

 

[Sir_Winston54]

Does the "why" really matter?

Before the philosophical discourse, the whats:

* Spanking, paddling, flogging, crop, cane...
* Hot wax, ice, fire play
* Knife play (and damn the sleazoid who stole all my knives {almost $3K US worth} from my car three years ago!)
* Tears - brightening her eyes, filling them to the brim; spilling over the eyelid; slowly creeping down her cheek, leaving a glistening trail of her pain/love/pleasure
* The multiplicity of sensations when I press her shoulders to kneel before me so I can fuck her mouth and throat ungivingly, using her, feeling her overflowing saliva dripping onto my thighs, seeing it drop onto her swollen nipples, until I cum down her throat, then push her head away and walk away to resume whatever I was doing
* Welts - the raised stripes recalling the swish and slash of the cane into the tender flesh of her bottom
* Bruises - colorful, changing tracks of my making, showing days later how I marked her and how she felt and feels my love
* The tiny bright droplets of slight penetration of her flesh, the scarlet trails of more severely broken skin, writing incomprehensible crimson poetry to the depth of our passion
* The taste of those droplets and trails as I dabble in them with my fingertips, then bring them to my mouth and hers, to share
* The unfocused eyes and softly-slackened mouth that draw my gaze as she reaches her climax and melts under my lust for her completion
* The warmth of her freshly-spanked bottom against me as I "spoon" her and we drift into well-loved and -lusted rest
* The light scent of her hair when I rest my head on hers as we watch a movie on the television, and the soft warmth of the curves of her breast, that complete my cupped hand and make it whole

I am an unabashed sadist. I joy in giving pain to a loved one who in turn rejoices in receiving it, along with the passion, both physical and emotional, that I lavish on her. It completes us both, and makes our whole much greater than the mere sum of our individualities.

I am also an unabashed sensualist. I delight in giving and receiving massages, as well as orgasms. I love to tease her almost to orgasm, then bring her down just a little, and back up and back down - until her legs and lips tremble, and her eyes beg for the release she knows I will grant only when I am ready for her to cum. I love to feel her lips graze the tip of my cock, and slowly part and slooooowly take me between them, and even more slowly take me all the way into her mouth; to feel her take me, at my instruction, almost to the brink, then back off, and up again, until I am ready... and then to take me deep into the warmth of her that I may explode my essence, my passion, my love, my lust into her that it may become a part of her. I love to sit quietly with her nestled under my arm, the two of us reading - one book or two, it makes no difference - and simply feeling each other's heartbeat and the rhythm of our respiration and the comfort and pleasure of being together.

Is there a dichotomy there? Of course. None of us are one-dimensional. Each of us has his/her own harder and softer aspects, with all the shadings in between. Those aspects make up the whole of the person, and to deny any of them is to lessen the person. (Of course, I am disregarding the homicidal, etc., as not being whole persons to begin with.) It is only when we can acknowledge and accept ourselves as a whole person that we can be at peace and comfortable within ourselves.

~~~~~

Now, the philosophical "Why?" to which I respond, "Why not - and who really cares why?" Is it not enough that we have these passions and desires, and have found those with whom we may satisfy them?

 

[Kajira Callista]

Wow!

 

[A Desert Rose]

Wow!

Yes, that's a show stopper for sure. Not sure anyone could or should or would want to top that post.

 

[James G 5]

I can point out a few specific "Why's"

As previously mentioned, when I was a kid I used to play "Batman" with the girls next door, tieing them up & tickling them to make them "confess"...as I grew up I eroticized it

The first porno mag I was ever given (at 14) featured anal letters, so I focused on anal

The first 3some I was ever in that went full-on sex, one of the girls ended up fisting the other while I was fucking her (the fister, not the fistee) and it FASCINATED me

I'm sure I could think of others

 

[catalina_francisco]

Re: Does the "why" really matter?

Before the philosophical discourse, the whats:

* Spanking, paddling, flogging, crop, cane...
* Hot wax, ice, fire play
* Knife play (and damn the sleazoid who stole all my knives {almost $3K US worth} from my car three years ago!)
* Tears - brightening her eyes, filling them to the brim; spilling over the eyelid; slowly creeping down her cheek, leaving a glistening trail of her pain/love/pleasure
* The multiplicity of sensations when I press her shoulders to kneel before me so I can fuck her mouth and throat ungivingly, using her, feeling her overflowing saliva dripping onto my thighs, seeing it drop onto her swollen nipples, until I cum down her throat, then push her head away and walk away to resume whatever I was doing
* Welts - the raised stripes recalling the swish and slash of the cane into the tender flesh of her bottom
* Bruises - colorful, changing tracks of my making, showing days later how I marked her and how she felt and feels my love
* The tiny bright droplets of slight penetration of her flesh, the scarlet trails of more severely broken skin, writing incomprehensible crimson poetry to the depth of our passion
* The taste of those droplets and trails as I dabble in them with my fingertips, then bring them to my mouth and hers, to share
* The unfocused eyes and softly-slackened mouth that draw my gaze as she reaches her climax and melts under my lust for her completion
* The warmth of her freshly-spanked bottom against me as I "spoon" her and we drift into well-loved and -lusted rest
* The light scent of her hair when I rest my head on hers as we watch a movie on the television, and the soft warmth of the curves of her breast, that complete my cupped hand and make it whole

I am an unabashed sadist. I joy in giving pain to a loved one who in turn rejoices in receiving it, along with the passion, both physical and emotional, that I lavish on her. It completes us both, and makes our whole much greater than the mere sum of our individualities.

I am also an unabashed sensualist. I delight in giving and receiving massages, as well as orgasms. I love to tease her almost to orgasm, then bring her down just a little, and back up and back down - until her legs and lips tremble, and her eyes beg for the release she knows I will grant only when I am ready for her to cum. I love to feel her lips graze the tip of my cock, and slowly part and slooooowly take me between them, and even more slowly take me all the way into her mouth; to feel her take me, at my instruction, almost to the brink, then back off, and up again, until I am ready... and then to take me deep into the warmth of her that I may explode my essence, my passion, my love, my lust into her that it may become a part of her. I love to sit quietly with her nestled under my arm, the two of us reading - one book or two, it makes no difference - and simply feeling each other's heartbeat and the rhythm of our respiration and the comfort and pleasure of being together.

Is there a dichotomy there? Of course. None of us are one-dimensional. Each of us has his/her own harder and softer aspects, with all the shadings in between. Those aspects make up the whole of the person, and to deny any of them is to lessen the person. (Of course, I am disregarding the homicidal, etc., as not being whole persons to begin with.) It is only when we can acknowledge and accept ourselves as a whole person that we can be at peace and comfortable within ourselves.

~~~~~

Now, the philosophical "Why?" to which I respond, "Why not - and who really cares why?" Is it not enough that we have these passions and desires, and have found those with whom we may satisfy them?

This sounds like someone I know and love intimately.

Catalina

 

[Kajira Callista]

Re: Re: Does the "why" really matter?

This sounds like someone I know and love intimately.

Catalina

hehehe this sounds like somebody i would like to know

 

[Sir_Winston54]

Thank you all for your kind comments.

ADR, thank you. That is very flattering.

Catalina Francisco, thank you for the comparison with someone so important to you.

KC, that is and always would be your option. I've enjoyed reading your posts, and our occasional chats. Getting to know you better would be a pleasure.

 

[anne22]

Wow!

"Wow!" is right!! i'm going to direct my Dom to this list. if only i could be so articulate. well done!

annie

 

[Etoile]

Thank you all for your kind comments.

*pantpant*
My god, that's beautiful.

 

[shy slave]

Wonderful words Sir Winston.

Thank You for sharing them, I hope you don't mind but have copied and pasted a copy to my Master xx

 

[Sir_Winston54]

Anne, Etoile, shy slave - thank you for your compliments. You've made me blush - not an easy thing to do!

Everyone else: Please don't let this thread die here! I've been looking forward to seeing your thoughts and the things you love, because I want to pick up more ideas... let me learn from you! You all have such a wealth of life and experience and dreams to share - help us all, if for nothing else than those days when our creative juices run dry, but the other juices are flowing!

 

[incubus'_sub]

Well, as you can see from the responses already posted, there's no shortage of juices flowing all around the world thanks to your effort. US, UK, Netherlands, Australia...... well done & thank you.

 

[James G 5]

Anne, Etoile, shy slave - thank you for your compliments. You've made me blush - not an easy thing to do!

Everyone else: Please don't let this thread die here! I've been looking forward to seeing your thoughts and the things you love, because I want to pick up more ideas... let me learn from you! You all have such a wealth of life and experience and dreams to share - help us all, if for nothing else than those days when our creative juices run dry, but the other juices are flowing!

Hey, I threw comments in LOL

 

[catalina_francisco]

Well, as you can see from the responses already posted, there's no shortage of juices flowing all around the world thanks to your effort. US, UK, Netherlands, Australia...... well done & thank you.

LOL, well as beautiful as Sir Winston's words were, there is only one who gets my juices flowing and fortunately, because that post so much resembles who he is, keeps them flowing constantly.

Catalina

 

[catalina_francisco]

Hey, I threw comments in LOL

And a very good post it was too James...I read it at least twice.

Catalina

 

[Netzach]

Any bondage that renders the person in it unrecognizeable.

Masks/hoods/face coverings

Rubber and the smell of rubber

Leather and the smell of leather

A perfect arrangement of the body, all roped up.

Mummies with a dick sticking out, only.

Welts and making them.

Having my shoes or boots worshipped, the way you can feel a tongue working *through* them, all hot and soft. Really, you can.

Making a girl hold the vibrator and then go home without getting off, fuck mutual.

Leading a guy around by the dick, literally.

Filling someone with an enema, clamping down on the tube and letting go again, feeling warm water through your fingers and knowing where it's going.

Laughing your ass off , and it's AT him not with him, and he knows it, and it's still making him hard.

Lifting wax off with your knife.

When he acts like a cat and purrs and winds around your legs. In public, no less.

 

[James G 5]

And a very good post it was too James...I read it at least twice.

Catalina

Gee thanks
I am not sure where some of my other perversions come from, anyone wanna analyze me?
LOL

 

[Vixandra]

Who knows why and who cares?
Why look such a beautiful thing in the proverbial mouth?
Let go the worrying why and fill with the beauty of it all.

Me- I love the sight of my nail marks on his chest the next morning, accompanied with my teeth marks on his neck and shoulders.
*licks lips*

Aye, such things as that make the world a wonderful place.

 

[FungiUg]

Not topping... just contributing.

• her begging to cum
• her cumming uncontollably, desperately
• the pleading look on her face when she wants more
• her back arched, body rigid, her cunt filled with my lover's fist or with toys
• her licking my lover, while I fuck her... or while I fuck my lover
• her dressing for sex, dressing to show off her body, to turn me on, to show me how much she loves me looking at her and wanting her, to show me how much she loves being my slut
• relaxing to a hot cup of tea and enjoying her deep-throating me
• seeing the wild look in her eyes when I make her do something she doesn't want to do, and yet she wants to do to please me, and seeing her drive to please overwhelm her embaressment
• making her cum in public
• or alternatively, making her cum whenever I damned well like, just with a word
• her over my knee, begging to be spanked, or spanked harder, or spanked more, thanking me for each stroke
• being called "Sir" (makes shopping worth-while)
• cumming over her face and tits, then making her clean every trace of cum with her fingers and swallow it all
• making her lick my cum out of my lover and off my cock
• holding her tight after she is totally destroyed, when all she can do is feel and breathe
• holding her at the verge of orgasm, so her entire body is focussed entirely on the tip of my tongue

A list is always incomplete, as my imagination and the woman in particular we are playing with add to the list.

As to why... I just don't know. Throw in exposure to porn as a kid (hence my love of bi-sexual women), a high sex drive, a fertile imagination, and a love of being in control (which I strongly suspect is related to abuse as a child)... and probably a few factors I haven't even thought of.

I don't know whether Doms are nature or nurture -- I suspect a combination of both. Who knows where my life could have taken me with an alternative upbringing. All I know is I love where it HAS taken me!

 

[A Desert Rose]

Oh Fungi... you and James make me swooooooon.

 

[FungiUg]

It'd be a fantastic threesome. (I know... you're a one woman, one man girl... but I like to fantasise!)

 

[A Desert Rose]

It'd be a fantastic threesome. (I know... you're a one woman, one man girl... but I like to fantasise!)

OHHHHHHH no I'm not. LOL

(pssssst... big secret but nothing I'd love more than 2 men, at once... ahhh, just once. )

 

[shy slave]

Things I love but don't know why..

His voice on the phone almost bringing me to orgasm, but not quite, then leaving me unfilfilled and begging.

Arched back, sitting astride Him, taking my breasts in my hands and offering them to Him for a beating with the crop.

Feeling the rope as it winds around my breasts, looking at them jutting forward, ripening and full, nipples erect with clamps hanging from them.

The sensation of not knowing if I can take another whip across my back and yet trusting Him to stop when I have just fallen over the edge of my mind.

His whisper in my ear when He calls me a filthy whore.

Anticipating pain but not knowing where or when, He leaves it seconds longer until the slightest touch makes me scream regardless of whether it actually hurt.

The look on His face when He taunts me to use my safe word, knowing I hate to use it. Grinning as He lets the crop fall across my ass.

Hating the pain yet hating when it stops.

Using His foot to fuck my cunt as He watches me squirm and bring myself off on His toes.

His voice and words bringing to the edge of orgasm, then the humiliation of having to use His leg or a piece of furniture to bring myself off as He watches.

His hands around my throat. His eyes staring into mine just before He slaps my face and throws me aside as He has finished with me.

Knowing I have pleased Him through my actions.

Preparing my body for Him, then offering all holes and breasts to be used and abused by Him as He wishes.

Being tied St Andrews cross style, crying and begging whilst He continues to be a sadist to increase my pain levels.

The 2 complete joys are sitting at His feet His hand in my hair and being able to sleep curled next to Him.

The ultimate In things I love is after a particulary hard, sadistic long and pain-filled session is kneeling in complete silence at His feet as He pisses on my face, mouth, hair, back, ass.
The feeling of it pouring over me is akin to being anointed for pleasing Him.
I love to feel it flow into my hair, running over my face into my mouth down my back and breasts.
Both the silence and the act can gently bring me out of sub-space, calm me down, relax me, make me feel cared for, owned, enjoyed and loved.
I eagerly await the opportunity for Him to piss into my cunt and ass~then I will feel truely owned inside and out.