Why are we obsessed with marks? Why do we seem to strive to mark or be marked better, heavier, more intensely? Why does that seem to be the barometer with which we sometimes judge our play.
I watch the posts and the comments..
"Great marks!" ...when there is a nice pattern of bloody welts on a bottom.
"Fantastic Job!"...when a picture is posted of severely bruised breasts.
Why is it we seem to get some of the highest praises when we post pictures that show the most violence and pain done to our submissives or ourselves? If we do not leave physical marks on someone are we less of a dominant in some way? If we do not like being marked are we somehow less submissive because we are not willing to take it to that extent?
I'm not saying I have not marked submissives. I have and they wear the marks proudly. I have at times worn marks myself very proudly.
I have also marked my own submissive physically in other ways. He wears my rose and key on his thigh, inked permanently into his skin. He wears my ring in his scrotum where I had him pierced over a year ago now. We are both very proud of these marks also.
But what about the other marks? The ones you can't see. What about the marks we leave on someones soul?
I have placed and left marks on my submissives soul that run deeper than any bruises, deeper than any welts, deeper than the ink or the piercing. Marks that cause his cocklet to rise at the touch of my finger or a glance or a word from me. Marks that drop him to his knees and bring an instant "Yes Ma'am" from his lips where seconds before there was an argument.
I am proudest of these marks that you will never see, and that my fellow kinksters will never pat me on the back for because they are hidden, given in private, shared in secret...and yet these are the best marks. These are the marks by which I judge the quality of my own dominance, not whether or not I can turn you black and blue.
~ The musings of a dominant woman ~ Her life, her loves and other random thoughts ~
Welcome to my world
While the description above says I am a dominant woman, that is a far too narrow definition of who I am. I am so much more than that. Come ride along as I journey along the many paths of my life, sharing my thoughts and things I have learned and continue to learn along the way. I don't expect you to agree with everything, but hopefully something I say will make you think, and that is never a bad thing.
This is an adult themed blog -- if you are under 18 or are offended by adult subject matters, please do not read further. -- you have been warned.
This is an adult themed blog -- if you are under 18 or are offended by adult subject matters, please do not read further. -- you have been warned.
All Roses are NOT Red
...and all D/s relationships are not alike.
We cannot assume we understand nor judge another's 'pink' relationship just because ours is 'yellow' or 'peach' or 'white, or 'purple' or a 'tea rose' or a 'double', thorny, or still a new 'bud' or any of the myriad variations of size, shape, color, form, scent, growth, style or needs.
Each is uniqe as a rose petal, or a snowflake, or a cloud in an endless blue sky...
We cannot assume we understand nor judge another's 'pink' relationship just because ours is 'yellow' or 'peach' or 'white, or 'purple' or a 'tea rose' or a 'double', thorny, or still a new 'bud' or any of the myriad variations of size, shape, color, form, scent, growth, style or needs.
Each is uniqe as a rose petal, or a snowflake, or a cloud in an endless blue sky...
Friday, June 18, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment