Bella1965
Posts: 285
Joined: 12/12/2006 From: NYC Status: offline
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G'morning all: (Fast Reply) I identify as a sadist. I do so because it pleases me to no end to inflict cruelty upon a subject, whether or not they enjoy it. I don't define my sadism on the sliding ruler of the subject. I'm a heavy handed player and anyone who's watched a scene of mine usually cringes, even other sadists. I believe the best scenes reduce the subject to tears and having blood drawn. I keep first aid products in my toy bag, always. I balance my cruelty with humor. During a scene, I'll use some instrument to mind fuck the subject and we both end up giggling our asses off. I've been known to laugh so hard that I fall to my knees behind a bound subject. I require pulling myself up by digging my nails into the submissive/bottom and literally clawing my way back up from the floor. Which elicits gasps and screeches from the subject while making me just tickled pink. My boy is NOT a masochist. He adores the gleeful, wicked, impish smile that plays across my face when he takes a good beating. It makes him feel pleased to see that cruel smile light my face like a burning midnight nova. I've been told that smile rivals the heat of Hell and the gleam of evil joy in my eyes has made grown people retreat. He does this for my enjoyment, thereby serving his own. After I've cared for him, dressed any cuts, iced any major bruises, he has the most self satisfied glow. Then I get my aftercare by snuggling with him. For us, it's harmony. The icing on the cake is that what was once just f.w.b. has grown into something exclusive, warm, comforting, and has potential for long term commitment. Just F.Y.I. - the Webster's references; 1 : a sexual perversion in which gratification is obtained by the infliction of physical or mental pain on others (as on a love object) 2 a : delight in cruelty b : excessive cruelty. Stay safe, play nice, & share your toys w/ others... Bella
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Life shouldn't be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly shouting..."Wow! What a ride!
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