If I’m completely honest with myself I think BDSM is mental. For some reason the thought of a spanking or even a beating appeals to me but in my mind it’s different than reality. It’s a fantasy that I don’t understand. I look at the videos and pictures available on porn sights and get nightmares.
This is so complex, so close to the-heart-of that I’m not sure I can blog about it honestly. Am I being honest with myself about my needs? about my sexual preferences? Is there something in a spanking or a beating fantasy that feeds a guilt not related to sexuality?
In my spanking fantasy there is always a connection between me and the man I’m fantasizing about. There is always a reason for the spanking…gratuitous pain doesn’t appeal to me even in fantasy. There is a specific fantasy that works for me but BDSM alone doesn’t. I laugh at myself as I’m watching the videos and the man says something like “Have you been a bad girl?” I’m thinking to myself, “No, actually, why do you ask?” I can feel myself getting ready for a fight. You want a piece of me, you’d better be stronger than me because I can take most people down when I’ve set my mind to it…I’m a right bleeding bitch if the truth is told.
In part, that may be the answer I’m looking for. I need someone who is stronger than me, mentally as well as physically. The spanking and beating fantasy emphasizes that aspect of the relationship. And it does need to be a relationship. The thought of hooking up with someone for a BDSM session doesn’t appeal to me at all…if a stranger tried tying me up and beating me I’d hospitalize him.
On the other hand, I have heard of a spanking/beating being called a “deep tissue massage.” There may be a physical pleasure associated with a correctly admnistered beating. I don’t like the sting of a crop on my skin but I do like a deep pain that waves through my body…it finds my clit and satisfies me on an emotional level too. My love deepens with the pain, my body arches, my ass rises and wiggles with pleasure. It has to be done right. If it’s done wrong I’ll leap up and rip that crop out of your hand so fast it’ll make your head spin. That’s not submission…the one administering the pain/pleasure is the submissive…he has to get it right or he’s in trouble. If that’s not confusion, I don’t know what is. I don’t want to be dominant but I also don’t want to be hurt…someone send help…I have no idea who I am…
Dark Echos
December 24, 2010 | Categories: BDSM, Beating, Dominance, Sex, Sexual Exploration, Spanking, Submission | Tags: BDSM, Beating, Sex, Sexual Exploration, Spanking | 7 Comments
Arched,
Stretched,
poised before him.
she waits,
her patience,
her training,
in place.
He circles,
observant,
feasting on her body,
her curves,
her gentle softness.
…his.
Behind her he pauses,
a gentle caress,
…the crop.
Raising his arm
he strikes,
a swift
sharp
swing,
her cry rings out
the pain swells
like a wave
through her body.
Never pausing,
never ceasing,
determination
unwavering.
Each swing
of the crop,
each swing
of his arm,
a singing
ringing
flash of pain
deeply penetrating
her flesh.
Eternity begins…
Dark Echos
December 22, 2010 | Categories: BDSM, Beating, Dominance, Submission | Tags: BDSM, Beating, Dominance, Sex, Submission | 1 Comment
Taking his time,
planning his strike.
His gaze
a physical touch
gently caressing
her trembling cheeks.
He savors
the taste of her fear,
her desire,
her confusion.
Her master,
her lover,
her guide.
She submits,
positioned for
the pounding of her flesh.
His belt,
her ass,
her delicate skin,
heated by the leather.
Raising his arm,
he strikes.
She gasps!
Squeals!
He stops…
He stopped…
Her trembling increases,
her fear rising,
she remembers
her training…
she’s silent,
raising her ass further,
silently begging him
to continue,
to release his power.
Again he swings,
contact,
her soft cheeks
bouncing
in response
to his belt.
Silent she endures,
her gasping breath
the only sound.
Her flesh,
receives his energy,
deeply he beats
a rhythm of delight
into her softness.
Tears flow freely,
her body releases
it’s energy,
it’s need to know,
the need to control.
She gives herself
over to him,
to the delight of his soul.
He stopped,
dropping his belt.
His gaze, once again,
possesses her body.
His hands grip
her ass cheeks,
massaging,
kneading,
caressing the heat.
With his fingers,
he traces the lines,
reliving the strokes.
Now gentle,
now at ease,
now in control,
he massages her body,
his body…to do with as he pleases.
Pulling her cheeks apart,
his finger breaches,
invades…prepares.
Deeply he penetrates her ass,
deeply he stretches her muscles
…wider…
…wider…
…too deep,
she groans…
too wide…
her breath catches.
Helplessly she whimpers.
He pushes the small of her back,
arching her ass further,
higher…further
spreading her cheeks.
Pressing his cock
to the entrance,
persistent,
gradually she consumes him.
His fullness
buried in her depths.
With his hands
he eases her pain,
massaging her back.
Finally he’s fully entrenched,
and his pounding begins.
Gripping her thighs,
he releases his energy
and mercilessly takes
what belongs to him,
that which he created
with her beating,
her submission.
Arching he releases
his seed into her depths.
For the length of a breath,
stretched to an eternity,
he forgets everything,
his cock buried,
her ass stretched,
possessed,
filled.
He breathes once again,
leaning over her body,
he reaches for her
dangling breasts.
He grips,
he squeezes.
With a pop,
he pulls himself
from her tight ring.
Pulling her to him,
he holds her.
Gentle once again…
Dark Echos
December 21, 2010 | Categories: Anal, BDSM, Beating, Dominance, Sex, Sexual Exploration, Submission | Tags: Anal, BDSM, Beating, Sex, Sexual Exploration | 1 Comment
Naked before him
she obediently waits.
Slowly,
deliberately,
with intention,
he removes his belt
from around his waist.
Bent once,
Bent twice…
*tap*
*tap*
*tap*
against his leg
his muscled arm
impatient to begin.
His hands so big
His belt so thick
Her fear
anticipation
confusion
A need to escape.
A need to submit.
The internal war
too late resolved…
He’s Ready.
Tears form,
eyes plea for mercy.
finding none, lower,
unwilling to meet his gaze.
Her quivering body
naked before him.
his firmness…steadfast
resolve…unaffected
by her vulnerability.
*snap, snap*
He points to the bed,
“Kneel” he says.
She kneels obedient.
*whack*
“Arch!” he commands.
She arches her back,
desperate to please.
Irritated,
impatient
with her lack
of discipline.
Determined to correct,
her mind to submit
his commands unspoke
but immediately obeyed.
Perfectly kneeling,
back arched
her round ass
a perfected target
for his hard belt
and his hard cock.
He’s torn,
a desire to thrust
the need to discipline
a war within.
His need…
to pound,
the lush softness
of her round ass
thrust high,
reaching for him.
the belt,
his cock.
First the one
then the other…
His passion lending
strength to his arm.
The beating
She quivers,
trembles,
whimpers,
Tears flowing freely
sobs rack her body
anticipation
confusion
a need to escape
a need to submit
the war within
too late resolved…
She’s Ready.
And the beating begins…
Dark Echos
December 21, 2010 | Categories: BDSM, Beating, Dominance, Sex, Sexual Exploration, Submission | Tags: BDSM, Beating, Dominance, Sex, Submission | 1 Comment
His strength bound,
dominance submitted
to exploration.
Blind, he gives her
freedom.
She’s still…
watching…
feasting her eyes
on his restrained body.
Finally, lips touch
softly,
gentle,
butterfly wings.
He tugs
longing for more
but the ropes
restrain his strength.
Shhhh….
she whispers
gliding her lips over his,
back and forth,
soothing,
comforting.
His bottom lip
between her teeth.
Sucking,
knawing gently.
A simple kiss deepens.
The flame lit.
Heat begins to build.
She pulls back
again to savor
his body,
unmolested by his strength.
One finger,
a feather’s gliding touch
travels down the side of his body.
He squirms, he groans.
Too slow!
He longs to pound his strength
into her softness,
but restrained,
he must submit,
to her gentle exploration.
Soon a price
to be paid
for the waiting,
the wanting,
his strength,
his freedom,
restored.
His belt,
her ass,
payment will be made
for the gentle exploration
he endured.
Dark Echos
December 21, 2010 | Categories: Dominance, Kissing, Sexual Exploration, Submission | Tags: Dominance, Kissing, Sex, Sexual Exploration, Submission | 1 Comment
Her legs bound
her body curled
exposed to his cock.
He approaches
mounting her slowly.
He presses his swollen cock
into her plump ass.
She groans as she submits
to his strength.
Unable to move,
unable to resist,
the pressure mounts as he
pumps in and out of
her tight hole.
Pressing in he whispers
I’m going to fuck you till
you’re raw…
and then fuck you some more.
She whimpers,
her tight hole,
a stinging,
a deep ache,
stretched,
around his invading cock.
Unrelenting,
unforgiving,
he invades,
anally taken,
she submits
for his pleasure,
her pain…
in…
out…
in…out…
pumping into her body.
he releases his semen
into her depths.
Satisfied he remains,
embedded in the
tightness of her sphincter.
She whimpers,
her sphincter,
gasping,
throbbing,
desperate to ease the ache,
she begs with her eyes.
He squeezes her breasts,
ready to start again…
Squeezing his cock
back into her depths,
he swells again,
pumping furiously,
again and again,
into her tight hole.
This time she cums,
unable to resist,
the pain becomes
erotic,
his strength
overcoming
her resistance,
she screams,
he groans…
Finally he releases her
satisfied with her submission.
He turns her over,
to examine his handy-work.
Her anus,
swollen,
stretched,
raw,
from the invasion of his cock.
Now his fingers,
unrelenting,
digging deeply
into her ass,
filled with his seed.
He positions her again,
her knees bent under her
her ass exposed
once again to his cock.
She squeals as he
pumps,
over,
and over again,
deeply into her bottom.
Insatiable,
he uses her
until she can take no more.
Then uses her again…
Dark Echos
December 21, 2010 | Categories: Anal, BDSM, Sex | Tags: Anal, BDSM, Sex | 1 Comment
So tired,
she longs for
the comfort of his cock.
He hugs her gently
as they lay on the bed.
Soothing her back as she
explores his body
with her tongue.
Slowly she writhes
along his body.
Sinking ever lower
toward the object
of her affection.
Her body begins to quiver
as she finds his cock
with her tongue.
Her eyes closed
as she focuses her attention.
Urgently she sucks
drawing him into her mouth,
humming her pleasure
as the soft skin
greets her tongue.
She pulls back
to bury her head
underneath.
Gathering his balls
into her warm mouth
she licks and sucks
while her hand
explores the softness
of his wet cock.
He grabs her head
holding her still
he takes her
willing mouth
pulsing,
pounding,
reaching for the back of her throat.
She submits,
a willing vessel
for his pleasure.
Shooting his seed,
he holds her face
tightly to him.
His cock buried
deeply in the back of her throat.
Calmness restored,
she licks him clean,
then rests,
her breasts,
a soft pillow
for his cock,
as she rests her head
against his belly.
Dark Echos
December 21, 2010 | Categories: BDSM, Fellatio, Sex, Sucking | Tags: BDSM, Fellatio, Sex, Sucking | 1 Comment
Sternly he commands,
obediently she submits.
To crawl upon his lap
positioned, her body is his
to grope,
to breach,
to beat.
Gently
her lips
grip his potruding manhood.
Sucking, licking,
impotently begging
for a gentle hand.
His rough hand
raised with intent.
A swing,
a smack,
a yelp,
a gasp.
His hand holds her head immobile
his cock held deeply
in the warmth of her mouth.
He reaches…
the crop,
a whimper.
Anticipated pain,
rolls through her body.
She knows this instrument well.
A deep penetration,
lasting through waves
of pain.
The beating begins in earnest.
Her face pressed into his lap
his cock deeply embedded
in her throat.
Bracing himself,
his hand in her hair,
each swing,
a penetrating sting.
Dark Echos
December 21, 2010 | Categories: BDSM, Fellatio, Sex, Sucking | Tags: BDSM, Fellatio, Sex, Sucking | 1 Comment
If I’m completely honest with myself I think BDSM is mental. For some reason the thought of a spanking or even a beating appeals to me but in my mind it’s different than reality. It’s a fantasy that I don’t understand. I look at the videos and pictures available on porn sights and get nightmares.
Dark Echos 