Sadist appreciation thoughts:
As a masochist, I recognize that my sadists are fundamentally putting themselves at risk in order to hurt me. The possible social stigma and real world consequences are awful, since one cannot legally consent to being hurt in the ways I crave in the UK.
I'm so fucking grateful for the wonderful, generous, incredible sadists in my life and for their willingness to hurt me.
I love the look in my sadist's eyes when they make me flinch,
I fucking love the cruel delight in their smiles when I gasp at the pain
I love that they want to hurt me and make me speechless
I love that my sadists are such brilliant, clever people who have learned my cues so well, and are so good to me
It's such a fucking turn on to hear them talking about wanting to hurt me, and how they want to hurt me, and with what
Faux pity makes my head go so fuzzy and makes words hard and just gaaaahhh, it's so hot and turns me on so much and just?? Yes? Please more?
I love my sadists' enjoyment of me begging to be hurt
I am so grateful for the wonderful sadists in my life that hurt me in the ways that I want and need and I want to cuddle the hell out of them and also suffer more frequently for them and then reassure them that they are all wonderful, gorgeous, incredible humans and remind them of my gratitude.
I'm aware that this is not the most articulate of posts, but just
Thank you so much, my wonderful sadists x
