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"Cracking," or "breaking" in our lingo...

Only in rare fits of darkness does the thought even come up. I'm a royal pussy; my pain threshold is pathetic and I still can't seem to get through a series of sharp slaps without flinching and hiding my face. Where's the thrill in breaking someone as fragile as that? So it's a future thought, one for the days where I'm a tougher bastard and he really wants to let go.

Because I do enjoy--well, enjoying it. It fits my gritty need very well to be treated this way by him. It gives me a happy. I like being aware that I HAVE a "me" to be happy. I wonder if my need goes down so deep that I would derive satisfaction even when I don't even have a sense of self to be satisfied anymore. Sounds pretty hardcore.
 
Quint said:
"Cracking," or "breaking" in our lingo...

Only in rare fits of darkness does the thought even come up. I'm a royal pussy; my pain threshold is pathetic and I still can't seem to get through a series of sharp slaps without flinching and hiding my face. Where's the thrill in breaking someone as fragile as that? So it's a future thought, one for the days where I'm a tougher bastard and he really wants to let go.

Because I do enjoy--well, enjoying it. It fits my gritty need very well to be treated this way by him. It gives me a happy. I like being aware that I HAVE a "me" to be happy. I wonder if my need goes down so deep that I would derive satisfaction even when I don't even have a sense of self to be satisfied anymore. Sounds pretty hardcore.

Having had it both ways-the easily and not-easily broken-I can say that it's the reaction I'm looking for; and if all I have to do is stare hard and say BOO!, that's fine.
 
Leaving aside method or pathway, for a sec, roscoe, let's agree we're talking of something intense, more than bursting into tears, and less than total mental breakdown. Would that be accurate? Are we talking of an episode where pride tumbles or will is defeated, or normal 'coping strategies' rendered dysfunctional? All or none of the above?

J.
 
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You know what doesn't get enough play? The fillip. It's such a stinging, contemptuous little gesture. Doink! Fillips are particularly effective on nose, ears, nipples and clit.
 
Works, too. Makes the blood boil and makes me very happy T so easily overpowers me even when I want to go berserk.

A frequent trick is shoving my head down into a pillow. Nothing affirms the "I don't want to be reminded that you have anything but this fuckhole" perspective more than this.

Other thoughts on synecdoche?
 
rosco rathbone said:
I had a whole thing about that; a couple of pages back.

It must've been before I started posting here; I scrolled back several pages and didn't see it. I did find this, though, which I love. (This is from two of rosco's posts.):

I had a brief fantasia the other day....Marquis deSadean....of a weird "equalish" relationship between two dominant torturers; who help each other degrade their victims; and enjoy the others' enjoyment of same. I sort of pictured them lolling side by side on an opulent couch, idly fingering each others' parts and lazily deciding on tortures and humiliations for the slaves crawling before them.

I was picturing it more as a sort of case of the rules of sexual warfare.."who shall top who"....being suspended for an odd sweet moment. That is why I referred to the torturers "idly fingering" each others' parts. I can imagine a weird calm and respect, an affection, reigning for a moment, and both egging the imaginations of the other onward. A very MdS moment; as I said before.

That sounds so chummy and perfect.
 
Sorry to interrupt, citizens, but I received a rather apt diagnosis by one of the "Intelligent Ones of Vulvar Endowment" of literotica see author's hangout, 'new author with questions', thread.

"fixated on particular perversities and erotic anomalies"**

I feel so much better now, I think I'll be able to sleep without the sheep in my bed.

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Carry on!

J.

**For those who wish more details of pathology--and I blush over them-- consult the thread.

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=198769&perpage=25&pagenumber=3
 
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I don't find the genitalia refs all that interesting one way or another.

But....

Harleys parked out front.

Oh my god. How gauche. There are people who might not read Derrida out there, darling, it's awful.

*makes Joan Rivers gagging gesture*
 
Netzach has the visage of a Klimdt Jewish courtesan. Who'd have thought she was so tasty?

I'd like to see the faces of all the other regulars here.

Pure: Pale, fey, slender, yet also bespectacled, studious and slightly nerdy like a cross between late-consumption Shelley and Steve-Ditka-era Spiderman's Peter Parker. Slicked-down dark hair, an air of mama's-boy good grooming.

QBF: A healthy peasant lass of the northern tribes, all twinkling blue eyes,apple cheeks, milkmaid complexion, corn-silk hair (in short pigtails), short, with the stout, chunky all-tits-and-ass figure that would have turned many a ploughboy's head in an AE Housman type poem. The picture of animal good health.

Quint: Very tall, skinny elven girlchild, with a curiously small head-a cranium almost befiting a being of an inhuman race. Long, straight, fine brown hair with tints of red and gold, concealing the ears, which strangely enough are never seen. Extremely long limbs and digits, strange awkward grace in movement, both hesistant and flowing. Androgynous figure, very pale freckly skin with tiny, pretty, doll-like features.

Nick Stone: Short, pudgy, with chubby child-hands. A boyish, snub-nosed face and a military-style short back-n-sides crop-top haircut.

Evesdream: gypsy fortune-teller/bohemian garb, flowing robes, lots of jewelry. May own one or more crystal balls.
 
Awwww. Thanks. Tasty. How can a girl object to tasty?

I can't envision the mayor, other than I bet he's got good biceps, but I have two versions of what his apartment might look like.

Version A is spartan. Everything in it is good, but not self-consciously *decorated* and very much in its place.

Version B is more like a cell and a lab. Maps and flowcharts cover the walls, books multiply, CD's take up way too much space for their own good, piles make sense to their Master alone and an appearance of chaos reigns.
 
Here's back at you, RR,

I always pictured a kind of priapic dwarf clothed in a green outdoorsman's outfit, like Robin Hoods men in the older movies; with a broad leather belt; silver buckle: two odd features--about as wide as tall, say 2 ft each way, powerfully built; and ithyphallic with a huge member about 4 ins in diameter that when erect (always) extends upward so its end is level with the top of the head (say about a foot and a half) . Thus able to sneak completely underneath any generously cut mid to long dress and shoot a wave of splooge against the target's cunt/crotch area before trundling off. Because of the size of the (second) head, about as big as one half a large canteloupe, receiving oral sex requires combined efforts 5-6 ordinary maidens, seated, licking and grasping between both hands as if eating a giant ice cream cone.

J.
 
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That is a lovely Netzach portrait; she has such an air of sadder-but-wiser calm, though, when I imagine her with more of a restless energy.

Rosco's image of me is dead on, except my eyes are candid, old-soul grey-green.

I picture Quint as an elf-child, too, but with short black hair, wispy around the face and showing her pointed ears.

Pure I imagine with a long torso but relatively short legs, neatly trimmed beard, perpetually smudged glasses although he wipes them often with his handkerchief. May smoke a pipe.

Evesdream is pale and starry eyed, with very long black hair. She wears a lot of extravagant fabrics.

I think of Rosco as quite tall, stooped and sinewy, with a thatch of unruly dark hair, a long stubbled jaw, and unusually mobile eyebrows.
 
Queen Bee said:

I think of Rosco as quite tall, stooped and sinewy, with a thatch of unruly dark hair, a long stubbled jaw, and unusually mobile eyebrows.

Not too far off the mark. Actually, I look exactly like an unshaven, rapidly greying, crew-cut version of NY Yankees journeyman arm Andy Petitte.

Pure's description is perfect for a part of me, on the astral, definitely.

I was wrong about Netzach; it's not Klimdt, but someone other painter whose name I can't rember. Definitely Jewish courtesan, though.
 
I dunno if you have an unfair advantage, rosco, but you're far more accurate than not.

Crew-cut, eh? Fuel for interrogation fantasies, that.

I've actually "heard" you guys more than "seen" you. evesdream has a smoky, pervasively sexual voice that goes up several notes when she gets excited, becoming definitely girly. Netzach starts a bit higher in pitch but has excellent diction and pays close but subconscious attention to the technicalities--meter, dynamics, timbre. All the things that make a dynamic public speaker. rosco is a somewhat raspy baritone, capable of flowing from accent to accent without even realizing it. Voice is unmelodic and makes the back arch. Pure sounds exactly like the intellectual he is; dry, rather emotionless. Almost the stereotypical butler, but with much more to say.
 
quint, i'm not sure if you've got my voice on or not, i like the description though.

I like to picture queen bee with a tiny queen bee sized lexicon tucked into her bodice.

rosco bears the mark of seth and an invisible third eye

also the Marquis: i see the healthy frame and carriage of a young man in his prime, pale eyes, a general air of dissatisfaction. Carries copies of 120 days in Sodom, and annotated Playboy.

um Rumours of my witchy ways are greatly exaggerrated. I suppose I ought to represent, too. I am not a white girl lol.
 
evesdream said:
quint, i'm not sure if you've got my voice on or not, i like the description though.

I like to picture queen bee with a tiny queen bee sized lexicon tucked into her bodice.

rosco bears the mark of seth and an invisible third eye

also the Marquis: i see the healthy frame and carriage of a young man in his prime, pale eyes, a general air of dissatisfaction. Carries copies of 120 days in Sodom, and annotated Playboy.

um Rumours of my witchy ways are greatly exaggerrated. I suppose I ought to represent, too. I am not a white girl lol.

(was in the loop)

Pictured a put-together chick with long limbs and quick movements, medium but deep brown skin tone, glasses. Antitheitcal of loose and gypsy garments, simple, fitting. The tendency once still though, is for the eyes to wander soulfully out the nearest window. Still waters.

I could be just as far off the mark as the pale white girl camp, though.
 
I'm honored to have been described in the thread!

Your description wasnt too far off either, although I have very dark eyes.
 
Marquis said:
I'm honored to have been described in the thread!

Your description wasnt too far off either, although I have very dark eyes.

Marquis in the house, eh?

Man, my antidepressants have done a major number on my psychosexuality. I am living in a twilight hell-world of attenuated rage and remembered intensity. Alternative: savage, body-mind dysphoria.

Any drug recommendations: pituitaryradio@yahoo.com. I hear good things about effexor, also bad.
 
rosco rathbone said:
Marquis in the house, eh?

Man, my antidepressants have done a major number on my psychosexuality. I am living in a twilight hell-world of attenuated rage and remembered intensity. Alternative: savage, body-mind dysphoria.

Any drug recommendations: pituitaryradio@yahoo.com. I hear good things about effexor, also bad.

Hmm, well stay away from Zoloft... IF you have the desire, the means to the end is a long and twisted road. Or is that a good thing?
 
I'm recently almost certain that BDSM activities are some of the best ways to release the happy chemicals in the brain.

Is it different for tops, or dommes?
 
evesdream:

I concur. I don't think it's different for tops, but I do recommend that if the subject is at all *masochistically* inclined, some pain-relief might be what the doctor ordered, rather than the usual menu choice of inflicting on the other.

(not that I'm advocating bodily harm to oneself outside the norms of flagellation, tying up the balls, or piercing one's thigh or upper arm, two of the three have been known to make me more chill)

edited to add that I'm glad to see LS floating around again too.
 
If your baby blues aren't "sparkling," I think we have nothing to fear. Tis an imposter!
 
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