I don't worry about labels. Most would say I'm an S/M switch.
This is an adaptation of something I told my partner, just to give you context:
I like it when you overpower me. I feel your strength. I feel how much you want me. You're claiming me. You know I can't help but resist. It's in my nature. But I damned well want you. I won't make this easy for you, but your determination, your power, your drive to have me make me feel better than anything in the world. This damned strong guy wants me, will have me, and that's intoxicating. I'm out of control, but that's the best part, knowing I'm vulnerable to you. Fear and excitement rolled into one.
You tie me up and torture me. Damned I feel like the strongest guy in the world, yet completely helpless to you. Enduring hell. I can see in your eyes you love seeing me this vulnerable, and yet you get off knowing that I won't stop resisting. I won't stop fighting. And I can handle this. Then you whisper in my ear “Take it for me” and I stop resisting. I stand there, chained, completely helpless, seeing that stun gun close in to my flesh, scared shitless I look into your eyes and kiss you. I want to endure it for you. As my mind clears as you let me go, I feel right, knowing I was strong enough. That I could endure that. Its who I am. I'm meant to go through hell, no matter how much I hate it at the time.
The next day I walk in the door after work, and I see you. Damn you look so good. I grab you and slam you into a wall. You're mine, and I'm going to have you. You fight me back. That strength to fight just makes me want you more. I press harder. I want you to feel my need. I need you. You're mine.
I cuff you to the wall, hands above your head facing me, and hear you growl as I grab the baton. One hard, heavy belt across your stomach and I see you lurch forward and fight the restraints. My mind tears between compassion for you, and sheer amazement. That groan pierces me and I hear what you can take. Another blow, just close to it, enough to make you jerk again, and yet the look of anger in your eyes makes me excited… if I let those cuffs go, I'd feel the full force of this warrior. No, I control him. Lets see what he can take. Punches to your chest see you almost break, but you slowly stand. Always fighting back. A knife to your skin, hearing the groan pierce me, the compassion tear at me, the rush knowing I'm in pure unadulterated control. Damn… how fucking awesome are you? That anger, that strength there even when I am making you shout and groan with each blow and wound. A kiss to your gagged mouth and a thumb grinding into your bruise. Yeah, you feel me. You're mine. And I love every inch of you.
< Message edited by FightingChains -- 5/15/2014 5:14:59 AM >
"Get comfortable in your skin; you're going to be in it for a while."