Like the rich background I've chosen for this article, with its many colors, so are the leather, BDSM and D/s lifestyles. We are many different and wonderful aspects within the same circle of beliefs, kinks, and styles of living. We are what we are and there's room for all in the circle. The varied tones of our colors blends into a close knit family of sorts.
I am a Dominant woman. I owned two slaves, both male, and I'm loved by one female slave though I did not own her. I love all three of these wonderful people in such a special way. No, it's not sexual; rather, emotional bonds have been formed which will last for years to come.
Having made the above statements there are those among us who would not comprehend how I could love three people at the same time. Equally and without bias toward any. The more I love, the more love I have to give.
I am also a sadist in our lifestyle. I believe in Safe, Sane, and Consensual in our play. I gave sensual pain to my slaves and they craved more ... they flew when we session and that power was, an is, my turn-on. Due to personal problems I have not been able to session my slaves so I'm sending them to an experienced Dominatrix who will act in my stead. Is that love? Yes, because until I can meet their needs it's my responsibility to see that their needs ARE met
This is why I love our lifestyle so much. I have a friend who is going to session my slaves for me and she will give the same loving aftercare I would. She will hold them and let them return to the real world slowly. She will caress them and ease the pain she has given them for me. Where else, in what other lifestyle, could this happen?
BDSM and D/s have a bad rap in the general population. Our vanilla counterparts don't understand the relief a submissive or slave feels after a hard session. They don't understand why my slave walked around with a smile for a week after we've been together. They have no concept how humiliation, done properly, can lift an ego to the heights of freedom and reaffirm self images. And it's near to impossible to explain it to a non-participating lifestyle person.
My husband is vanilla. He hates being called that, by the way. He knew about my outside activities but he did not approve, which is his right. I didn't rub his nose in it, as the saying goes, but I was supposed walk away from being 'me' and who I am. I can't do it. Could you?
As ever,
MzAnna
MzAnna
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