a journey into submission

This is hilarious. Why is this so hilarious.

Does it ever make me question myself or make me feel guilty?  I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about rape fantasy and rape play, its component factors, where it comes from, why I (and others, including partners) enjoy it, what I get out of it, and how it fits within psychological and sociological contexts.  A big part of that is constantly doubting myself, questioning my motives and conscience, and vacillating on guilt.  Even when I can rationally justify it to myself, I still sometimes feel guilty because, like you said, of the horrific reality of rape.

For my private life, I am relatively guilt-free.  I know that what I am doing is with fully informed and continuing consent, and it is an extension of BDSM, not a desire to commit sexual violation.  I talk about the differences in a previous answer.  I also talked about guilt and rape fantasies, and the ontological dichotomy between rape and rape fantasies despite the names suggesting semantic similarity.  In short, there is a divergence between the criminal act of rape and consensual non-consent: they come from different places, their motivations are diametrically opposed, and the latter is not about “becoming a rapist” but about a connection through vulnerability and submission.  At least, that’s how it is for me.