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[evesdream]

.....Her greatest pleasure should come from my being satisfied.

There must exist a fantasy world somewhere close to this one, where her pleasure is always his, but I think the only people who live there are those who really can't stand being disliked by their Bottoms, even temporarily. eh?

 

[Johnny Mayberry]

There must exist a fantasy world somewhere close to this one, where her pleasure is always his, but I think the only people who live there are those who really can't stand being disliked by their Bottoms, even temporarily. eh?

????

 

[Netzach]

There must exist a fantasy world somewhere close to this one, where her pleasure is always his, but I think the only people who live there are those who really can't stand being disliked by their Bottoms, even temporarily. eh?

Damn, you're good.

I don't see this theory as a good friend to a Sadist. I like to see twitching, internal struggle, all that stuff.

"Whatever you please, Ma'am" has always felt like a cop-out, unless it's an admission and a resignation after a long and drawn out effort.

I don't think M should love being caned simply because I love to cane him. I think it would lose its lustre entirely if he ever failed to grit his teeth and groan at the sight of a cane.

I *do* however, think he should allow me to, ask me to, and even beg me to simply because I love to. Fuck pleasure.

 

[Pure]

Hi N,

you said,

I don't see this theory as a good friend to a Sadist. I like to see twitching, internal struggle, all that stuff.

"Whatever you please, Ma'am" has always felt like a cop-out, unless it's an admission and a resignation after a long and drawn out effort.

I don't think M should love being caned simply because I love to cane him. I think it would lose its lustre entirely if he ever failed to grit his teeth and groan at the sight of a cane.

I've been struggling with this for a while, and I've come to the conclusion that there are two brands of SM. 1) Agonistic and conflictual. 2) Peaceful and harmonious. If you look at the 'natural' thread, you see examples of the latter. Everything is supposed to fit together so nicely "like a horse and carriage" as they say. You are at the other extreme, and regardless of RR's other tendencies, you share a conflictual view with him. The harmonious-fit thing goes back to Aristotle, the conflictual is no doubt in some Greeks, but surfaces in Hobbes and Sade, who drew opposite conclusions about what the state should be and do.

There really should be a thread on this. I don't know of its being discussed.

"man is a wolf to man." or in non-sexist speak, "a human is a wolf to other humans,' oops, that's not PC, it's unfriendly to wolves, try "a human is a savage entity to his or her fellow humans."

 

[Netzach]

Two brands of SM.

Fascinating. In this, as in all things, I'm certain some of us are bi.

There are aspects in which it's no-contest and it's so easy I don't even know we does it. It's "natural" as much as anything else I can think of.

I'm not even a fan of the *terminology* D/s.
"D/s"...Bleah, power exchange without any bloodshed, sounds like a lettuce only diet to me. Or teaching kindergarteners. Where's my belt?

To be fair, however, I have to eat a lot of salad, too, it's really a dietary staple for me to stuff my butt into the leather girdle.

So a world of pure mayhem, force and fuck, likewise would feel like a really bad sugar high, a demented Fellini descent into a shallow world of fast and cheap. I'd get tired. I'd get to feeling used.

I have a lot in common with the resident animus, it's true. What I lack is his seemingly endless reseve of energy.

I have the endless reserve of the bad analogies.

 

[Quint]

I always have to remove my shoes before entering this thread.

Yeah, I've asked for the belt or an over-the-knee. I've also cringed and wanted (and sometimes tried) to run like hell when he signals that one is about to happen. Sometimes I need it, sometimes I'm barely hanging on to the thought that this too shall pass. I certainly don't think he wants me to enjoy it all, but likewise he doesn't want me to hate every second of every beating. For a man who orders tacos with no lettuce, he does get variety in his sexual diet.

Makes sense from my POV--like I said, sometimes the physical pain is my friend, but most often it is the mental thrill of knowing that he wants to hurt me. That he wants to hurt me so much that he will override my natural self-preservation instinct and deal out blow after blow to the sounds of me in agony. That's the force that I crave--knowing that my hatred of each second is matched only by his love of it. Submitting to him because I hate it, not despite it.

 

[zipman]

In case you're interested, it's a Sadeian principle that the pleasure of the partner has a _subtractive_ influence on yours. Because fucking --its joy-- is essentially egoistic. (This is the opposite of literotica 'sensitive dom-ism'.)

J

Pure,

I think in your over-analysis, you miss the point that a person may enjoy both ends of the spectrum.

Life is not always either - or, sometimes it's AND.

 

[AnelizeDarkEyes]

Dropping quietly out of *lurk* mode

...sometimes the physical pain is my friend, but most often it is the mental thrill of knowing that he wants to hurt me.

Now THIS, i can relate to.

~anelize

 

[Pure]

Netzach: //So a world of pure mayhem...//

You rang, madame?

 

[rosco rathbone]

I always have to remove my shoes before entering this thread.

Why, are we Nipponese? DId we just vacuum?

That he wants to hurt me so much that he will override my natural self-preservation instinct and deal out blow after blow to the sounds of me in agony. That's the force that I crave--knowing that my hatred of each second is matched only by his love of it.

What I think you mean is; he will override his natural tendency to respond {to the sounds of your self-preservation instinct kicking in} in the expected manner. Anyway; good stuff.

 

[zipman]

I wonder if there are any fellows who feel as I do: I only REALLY want to fuck someone who is feeling a lot of negative emotions such as rage, aversion, shame and so on. Obviously rape would be the best bet; but I am too afraid of consequences both karmic, gnomic and concrete; and my good twin assures me that I could never live with myself if I really raped someone. (rosco is bad twin internet ID).

So, what I must do I suppose is to create situations where my partner feels as many negative emotions as possible.

Other people, I hear, like to fuck when they are full of love feelings. I once read a children's sex-ed book that said "Daddy puts his penis in Mommy's vagina because he loves her so much and wants to be as close to her as possible". I don't know if [sexual] life would have been any easier if I was wired this way. Why should it? Love is just as hard to find as hate; and just as likely to flip to its opposite pole.....

Hey Roscoe,

While I absolutely deplore rape as the horrible crime it is, I do enjoy it as a fantasy. I finally found a way to act it out without actually committing a crime.

One of the dynamics of my relationship with my gf is that I have 24/7 access to her body to enjoy, use or even punish as I choose. One night, I grabbed her and pushed her down on the bed. As I had a hard-on, she knew what was coming and tried to lubricate her pussy with some saliva. I grabbed her wrists, preventing her from doing this, and then slowly pushed my cock up her dry pussy. The look on her face as she realized what I was doing was full of fear and apprehension. As I started fucking her, she became incredibly excited and came within a minute, despite the initial pain. It was an incredibly exciting experience that we have re-enacted more than once.

I enjoy a variety of experiences, some more loving and others, more forceful and sadistic. For me, it all about the variety. I actually prefer her to enjoy it, as she turns into a complete animal when she is turned on.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Good stuff. Keep it evil.

 

[Johnny Mayberry]

I keep thinking 'knuckle punch to the kidneys"...I don't know why.

 

[rosco rathbone]

A slice of rosco life:

Walking home from tired; tired, sweaty, drinking beer from a brown paper bag, I had an odd encounter.

As I walked out onto the sidewalk of 4th Ave from a store, a sexy young light-skinned Puerto-Rican looking cunt passed by wearing a dress that appeared to be nothing more than a sheer negligee, camisole or slip. Although she seemed to be looking straight ahead; she must have noticed in her peripheral vision that I was goggling at her exposed young titties bouncing around. Though I wasn't even aware of it; I must have been looking with the eye of rape.

She was walking in my direction and as I followed along behind; I intended nothing more than to watch her ass and then go my merry way when our paths parted; but I saw that she was moving extremely fast, almost running. I hurried to keep up because I was getting an eyeful of thong. If she'd been hauling one more ounce of asscheek; she'd have crossed the line between "thick" and fat, but she had the youth, the bounciness, the small waist and shapely thighs and got away with it, in spades. At this point I had no idea that she knew I was behind her.

All of a sudden she swerved abruptly into an antiques shop and I thought to myself "ah, she works here and was late getting back from break; that's why she was walking so fast". I went on by and looked into the store to get one more glimpse of her anal endowments. As I did so; I saw her duck behind an armoire while looking right at me and I knew that she thought I was following her and was trying to lose me. An electric moment. I was both stimulated and pissed that someone had seen the essence of my predatory soul at a moment when I was unaware of it myself; thinking of nothing more evil than the late-afternoon sun on my face. I determined to give her a dose of what she feared.

I waited one door down for only a couple of minutes; and when she came out again I sneered at her from behind a decorative plant. She took off like a rocket; me close behind; eyes glued to her wobbling asscheeks. I was burning up with rage, lust and shame. All of a sudden, she stopped as if looking in a store window and my momentum carried me right past her. I looked back over my shoulder and saw her enter a drugstore. Thought I to myself "She thought I was stalking her, now I really AM stalking her, and she knows it-she must think I am stupid to be put off by such a stunt." I crossed the street and watched the storefront through the tinted windows of an ambulette. 30 seconds later she emerged, looked around, and seeing the coast to be clear, continued along; me paralleing her across the boulevard. I couldn't decide what to do. Then, she, still unaware of my presence, crossed the street and our paths intersected at the corner. I was staring at her with open hate. Lips compressed in a grimace, she cut right across my vector and down the side street; almost running. I had decided to stop following her. I leaned on the shady white-brick wall of a sixties-era condo and watched her go. I couldn't believe when she actually turned to see if I was still following her. With a glare of spite I looked directly into her mental vagina.

 

[rosco rathbone]

BDSM poems

"In the month of June/
I shall make your mouth my sperm spittoon".

"Bad man from South/
Come to assume his rightful position/
As "Master of your mouth" "

 

[rosco rathbone]

Why am I so obsessed with oral sex??? Maybe one of you geniuses can clairify it for me.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Something's amiss. I've become disassociated, feel unhinged. Posting babble. I've become the BDSM yayati. Maybe I was him all along.

There's a lust in me that masturbation and orgasms can't evaporate. It feels like a ball of energy trapped in between the first and second chakras. Nothing brings relief.

 

[rosco rathbone]

possible substitutes for sperm used by special effects editor of a low budget sexual horror flick

paste

cooked eggwhite

mucilage (a gluelike substance manufactured from the mucus of little children)

rubber cement?

mayonnaise.

The sperm of some animal obtainable at a low rate. Bull, bear or buffalo. There must be some kind of mailorder house that deals in bulk.

 

[AnelizeDarkEyes]

Maybe you just need a good hard slap, Rosco.

*smirk*



~anelize




was rather transfixed by your walk home from work btw. *grin*

 

[rosco rathbone]

Maybe you just need a good hard slap, Rosco.

*smirk*



~anelize




was rather transfixed by your walk home from work btw. *grin*

I'll try anything.

 

[AnelizeDarkEyes]

Ye gods and little fishes. You MUST be feeling out of sorts. LOL

 

[rosco rathbone]

Ye gods and little fishes. You MUST be feeling out of sorts. LOL

Ah, it would probably just make me mad and cause me to hit back and then all would be well......

 

[evesdream]

"Eye of rape"
It's probably the vogon poetry she saw in your eye, ai ai ai

 

[evesdream]

Ah, it would probably just make me mad and cause me to hit back and then all would be well......

Mmfph, try playing "somewhere over the rainbow" sung by judy garland, put it on repeat

 

[rosco rathbone]

"Eye of rape"
It's probably the vogon poetry she saw in your eye, ai ai ai

"vogon"???