IcarusBurning
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The human erotic imagination is a vast wilderness of sexual possibilities. We are each capable of enjoying a pleasurable, satisfying and potentially ecstatic sex life. Yet our culture encourages us to keep the window of possibility very narrow, limiting our erotic expression to a short list of approved activities and energies. To truly experience sexual freedom, you must reclaim your erotic imagination and allow yourself to make your sex life a work of art, your very own creation designed to fulfill your unique needs and desires. Each of us is allowed to revel in our own desires, no matter how dark or depraved they may seem, for we are the only ones that know what lies within our own imagination. Inside these erotic visions there is no shame, only pleasure. It is a chance to dip a toe into something that may have only ever seemed a fleeting thought. A fantasy is something produced in the imagination, allowing you to indulge in a thought life that is very different from what you experience on a day-to-day basis. Within this realm there is no fear of discovery, no worry about being shamed, here there is only the deepest and darkest of pleasures.
In the exploration of such fantasies, in which anything is possible, nothing is taboo, one is at times faced with a difficult question - would I rather live in this fantasy forever or is it worthwhile to return to reality? Why do I have to live a life of compromised happiness when I could be living my life fully, in all its depravity and shame, holding myself and my vulnerabilities wide open in front of another? To many, this becomes the most difficult choice to make, rendered even more complex by the lives we live in the mundane day-to-day world, bogged down by the demands of our workplace, responsibilities of our families, and perhaps even by the ties of half-fulfilling relationships we have bound ourselves into in our folly and misunderstanding of our own selves. It is at such moments that you truly and deeply need a dominant. That might be confusing, because no one sees a Dom as caring. The stereotype of being abusive, demeaning, and degrading a woman. That isn't me.
Eroticism today risks the demotion to a pedestrian facility, bombarded by the shameless raunch of the internet and the ease and anonymity of online encounters. It takes away the complex and often mind-numbing emotional turmoil a true dominant or a submissive goes through to be able to tear away from a two-faced life of pretension, coin-tossing the soul through one persona during daylight and wading through animalistic primal urges past nightfall. It takes courage, tears, pain and self-immolation to be able to embrace ones fantasies as one's way of life, to give oneself fully and entirely to a lifestyle that is so close to the soul, yet so far removed from the social norms of acceptable human interaction. It raises complex questions of choosing how and if at all to balance ones outer worldly facade to the kneeling, vulnerable, broken and helpless self revealed before the naked fire of fantasy and possibility. Such questions do not only encompass the inchoate and the novice, time and again they are revisited by even the most experienced soul-searchers, who ask themselves where they have come from, where they are headed, what they have become, and weigh in what they have gained and lost. Be it triggered by the first leap into darkness, broken relationships where pie-charts of love and hate flipped their significances with time or a potential chemistry corroded away by the acids of failed expectations and crossed boundaries, the questions remain to haunt us for our entire being.
What sets a true dominant apart from the dearth-less wannabes and heartless abusers is that he understands the twangs of the emotional strands that suffocate a submissive going through this difficult phase or transition in life, and he stands by your side, patient and understanding, as you stumble, vacillate, self-doubt, break apart and piece achingly together. He nestles you in his arms, wipes away your tears, comforts the fire that singes you in and out. His love protects you, tells you he will be there to care for you come what may. He finds, with you, your balance, exposing your hungry and eager soul to physical ravage, emotional bondage, gentle pain that desires to be felt, spankings and punishments that convince you of their pending need for years; yet he does not desert you once your body is exhausted and soul drained of its erotic thrill to a level of emptiness that aches, when the deep gash of guilt and jaws of shame threaten to tear your soul to pieces, making you curl up in tears in your sheets. He holds you, kisses you, tells you how precious you are, how proud and lucky he is to have your limitless devotion and service, pats your sore bum and holds you up in his arms, carries you to the table and feeds you in his lap while you cry gently, wondering what you might have done to deserve this love or be deprived of it for so long. He plays with you yet prizes you before the whole world, he fucks you like his personal whore and then curls his arms around you to cuddle you to sleep like his most delicate little toy, he laughs to see you smile, and cries more than you would know when the cane hits your unruly bratty little bottom.
And at that moment you know you are a submissive from heart for life, that you will cherish kneeling at his feet for your whole life.
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