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As people get desensitized to porn and keep pushing boundaries to get off, the fetishes of future generations are bound to be utterly horrific.

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Itâs time.
Iâve seen others do it, and I now realize that I have come to the same place in my life. I will be taking a break from Tumblr. I appreciate your support and will leave the blog up for now and hope you can get something out of it with what I have shared in the posts that I have written from my heart, especially the posts having to do with my past and how to work through that kind of trauma.
I wish all of you well and hope that you can enjoy healthy and happy lives. Maybe youâll see me back here in a different incarnation. Whoâs to say. I just know, for me right now, itâs time to change my focus. Thank you for the kindnesses you have shown me over the years and to those who have gone through what I have. I wish you all the love and strength that I can give.
Xoxox. Love each other.
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This has happened to me with more than one lover, where she would want to cover up her body or be naked only in the dark. They seemed surprised that I really wanted to see them in their full glory, including a round belly or stretch marks or a flat chest or a C-section scar or whatever.
My honest words in those situations: âI want to see all of you ⌠I want to touch all of you ⌠You look beautiful.â
For me, this seems natural: itâs your lover, and you ought to adore them. But in each of those moments of self-consciousness I learned something, I hope, about the psychological scars we carry from a lifetime of internalizing othersâ judgments to the point that we judge ourselves most harshly of all. And women get it the *worst*, especially when it comes to body image, because of deeply fucked-up standards in our society.
Touch your lover. Inhale her. Help her to be more comfortable in her skin. Give her so much adoration that she canât help but unwind some of the tensions and fears sheâs been carrying inside for ages. Whether youâre with her one time or ten thousand, make damn sure that she knows what it is to be worshiped.
You're fetishizing an incredibly traumatic experience. You seriously don't see the problem?
âFetishizingâ rape is not an accurate description of what rape fantasy is, where it comes from, or what it achieves. If that was what rape fantasy was, I wouldnât find real rape horrifying and enraging, I would get off to it. Rape fantasy isnât about finding rape arousing and desirable but having to go through some formalities because itâs illegal otherwise. It doesnât come from the same place.
To say that rape fantasy fetishizes rape is like saying that BDSM fetishizes slavery or misogyny. And if you do think that, anything I have to say isnât going to change your mind anyway. But in order to understand what rape fantasy really is, I think itâs necessary to have a solid grasp of what BDSM is. You can strip away the leather, whips, rope, collars, and everything else and see that the purest distillation of BDSM, its core essence, is trust, consent, communication, vulnerability, and non-judgmental acceptance. The rest of it just builds on these foundations in different ways, but theyâre expressions of the same core principles.
Rape fantasy is another exploration of these foundations. Power exchange is negotiated. Limits are set. Safewords are agreed upon. Parameters are confirmed. This is not a fetishization of rape but an act of trust and mutual release. It is better described as consensual non-consent - a scene in which non-consent is simulated according to consensual boundaries. Or in other words, a power exchange dynamic within which things like struggling, fighting back, abduction, weapons, physical coercion, or whatever other acts are negotiated, are perfectly within the boundaries of consent.
If a girl is hogtied, flogged, and fucked in the ass all according to her consent, itâs fine, but if she starts struggling and crying ânoâ, which she also consented to, asked for, and set safewords for in case she did really need to say no, it becomes something sinister? That makes no sense in my book.
People who partake in rape fantasy donât do it because they actually want to be raped, or they want to commit sexual assault, or they get off to the idea of rape. Theyâre exploring those themes of trust, consent, communication, vulnerability, and non-judgmental acceptance in a safe, controlled, mutually agreed-upon manner. Itâs BDSM with a bit of additional narrative and flavor.
Trust, consent, communication, vulnerability, and non-judgmental acceptance.
Extremely meaningful words. No matter what you are doing, itâs not casual.Â
Tell me whatâs wrong
Use your words
A man who used to be my Master attacked and beat me last night, after I left him. There were many reasons for my decision to end the relationship, but they are not important for what I would like to say here. I used to wear his scars on my skin with love and pride, devotion and great pleasure, just as I wore the collar he gave me. They were signs of our connection, my belonging to him, and complete trust with which I gave him my body and my soul. But before he could have my everything, he had to earn and receive the most important gift of all: MY CONSENT. That is something he did not have last night, the small detail he chose to forget. After I broke up with him, I told him very clearly that I did not want to see him again, and that I did not want him to ever touch me or contact me in any way. Last night he texted me an order to meet him outside to be punished. I refused and told him once again that we were over and that I did not want to see him. He found me when I was walking my dog. I was in a park, sitting on a stone wall, and was feeling really bad because of everything that happened. I felt scared, alone, and also quite week because I hadnât eaten last days because of the stress of the brake up. He drove fiercely with his car, rushed to me, grabbed me by my throat and started choking me while leaning his face close into mine and saying: âWhy are you doing this to us?!â He did choke me before, but it was from a calm and loving place when we were together, and never this hard and aggressive. I got really scared, because I couldnât breathe, or even say anything. I felt how fragile the bones in my neck were under his fingers, I could feel him pushing on them. For a moment I thought that he would kill me by accident, and I thought of the people I love. He stopped when a women with her dogs passed by. Then he grabbed me by the face, squeezing my mouth and lips hard, and twisting my head. He hit me on my thigh with his fist several times, then ordered me not to move, as he run to his car to get the rod, and a rose branch to hit me. The thing is, something happened to me. I could not move. I could not speak. I lost myself completely, but not in a good way. He was my Master for a long time, he knew me more deeply than anybody in my whole life. He led me, healed me, hurt me, took care of me. He also loved me, and I loved him. When he ordered something I would obey. He took me to places from which I would not find my way out by myself. He was my love, my lover, my teacher, my master, my everything. I would write this in capital letters before, but now I canât anymore. So I did not know how to make him stop, or how to behave to make it stop. In the days before this attack, he used against me every single secret, fear, uncertainty, shame that I opened for him, to hurt me, and he succeeded completely. I felt very broken by what he did, although the strong and brave part of me knew that it was wrong and that his words had no power in damaging me inside. Only hurting deeply. And I was determined to get over it, and start loving and respecting myself again. That was also the reason why I was in such a strange place when it all happened last night. When he came back form his car, he asked me to open the palms of my hands. The entire time this was happening, I could not look at him. I was completely frozen. I donât think I even knew where my hands were in that moment. So he took my hands and opened them on my lap and started to hit me. I felt no pain. I just felt my tears running down my face and to my palms. I think it angered him that I did not scream, or fight, or flinch. He was saying, âOpen themâ Open them!â, and because I couldnât, he hit me also on the bones of my thumbs, and it did hurt immensely, but only later. Now. When he was done, I stood up, I think I tried to go home. I took one step, then fainted. When I came to, I was in his arms on the ground, and he was crying and calling me. I wrestled out, and pushed him away. In that moment blood come rushing back into me, and I felt more alive, perhaps because I felt such great disgust for what he did to me. I then felt I would throw up, and was heaving, but could not, because my stomach was so empty, then started crying in sobs. My hands were trembling violently from the aftermath of the rod, my throat hurt, and my voice was harsh from the choking. My hair was full of leaves and grass, my pants were torn up, and my leg was bleeding. I then said that I wanted to go home. I asked him did he plan on beating me more, and he said that he wanted to take me to the emergency room. I said I wanted to go home, and he said that he would take me. I refused, so he said that he will walk behind me, only to make sure I was all right. My dog was so scared. She used to love him, but now she just ran around us lost, like me. He was going after me, but he kept talking and talking. His words were killing me, and I tried running, tried asking him to stop, but he wouldnât. Then I was yelling, pleading that he would leave me alone, but he wouldnât. When he continued, I grabbed the rose branch from him to hit myself with and told him that I preferred that to his words. Then he grabbed me tightly, and I struggled to get out of his arms. He was squeezing me and would not let go no matter what I did. I bit him, and pushed him, and then he hit me in the face, and I went down again. He helped me up, and I run home. I just run and run. What he did to me last night was abuse and violence. It is important that every Master/Dom, and every slave/sub understand that this what we go into is a relationship based on consent before all else. We belong to you completely, and are Yours to do as You please, but only because we give ourselves to You. You have no power over us other then the one we give to you. That is the beauty of it, and within this lays our safety. We can take it back.
CONSENT IS MANDATORY AND NON-NEGOTIABLE
I am reposting the following with the express permission and consent of the author/victim who is a follower of mine. I feel compelled to do so partially out anger but also out of a sense of duty to those among my followers who are new to BDSM and/or the D/s lifestyle. I hope that by sharing this womanâs heartbreaking experience and my thoughts about it, you might be better prepared to guard against some similar future emotional and physical pain. And to Doms and wanna-be doms, take note, what follows is absolutely unacceptable and illegal behavior and an utter disgrace to the D/s community.
ON CONSENT
Consent, by its very nature, is at the core of Dominance and submission. Submission is an act of giving, not the act of having something taken. Submission is not subversion. Submission is earned, not coerced. When a submissive gives herself to a Dom, she is making a choice and exercising her will to give that same will over to another. It is a conscious decision and one that can and should have limits and boundaries attached to it. Most importantly, it is a decision that can be amended or rescinded at any time and for any reason.
Consent is also not black and white or all or nothing. Consent has many limitations and boundaries. When a submissive gives herself to a Dom she often does so completely but only within the confines of hopefully previously discussed boundaries, hard limits, and at all times with the escape clause of a safe word which MUST be respected at all times. Not everyone is as meticulous about understanding boundaries and limits as perhaps I am but there are some steps that I recommend partners take to be sure that the limits of consent are first and foremost understood.
I personally use a generic pre-scene questionnaire with a partner early in our relationship to help identify likes and dislikes, preferences, areas where things start to get a little murky and caution must be exercised, and hard limits. Without taking this step in any D/s relationship it is virtually impossible to know where the limits of consent actually are.
Dominance, by its nature, is a position of leadership and challenge to a submissive. A good Dom leads and draws out a submissive into wanting to follow through respect. He does not coerce, manipulate, or force. The problem is that Dominance has all the APPEARANCES of non-consent. It is play acting in a sense. Frequently, the partners in a D/s relationship are playing at seemingly non-consensual activities but within the confines of previously agreed to consent. No matter how much the âvillainâ lashes out at and takes advantage of the âdamsel in distressâ it is always with the complete consent of the submissive and within the confines of previously agreed to limits. The moment that consent is withdrawn via a safe word, or any other means, all pretense of power exchange or Dominance and submission STOPS INSTANTLY and the partners must approach one another as people and equals to address the matter at hand. Anything short of that is violence, assault, and battery.
This is especially important because when a submissive gives herself to her Dom, something inside her mind changes and her resources and ability to stand up to her Dom become somehow very different than with anyone else she encounters in life. This can be easily taken advantage of and abused by an unscrupulous or unstable âDom.â Once a submissive gives herself over to a Dom the sound of his voice, the direction of his commands, can have a profound effect on her even when she does not want them to. When a Dom commands his sub, something inside of her snaps and she goes into submissive mode almost involuntarily. This is a phenomenon that is well understood in the D/s community and is at the core of why consent, safe words, and well-understood boundaries are so crucial and must be respected.
Most important of all though is the attitude, empathy, and stability of a Dom. If a âdomâ is not completely in control of himself or has any sort of violent tendencies, anger or control issues, he is a danger to his submissive and no amount of withdrawal of consent, use of a safe word, or other socially understood efforts to remove oneself from his presence or the relationship will be respected. This is the same man who would be an abuser, a wife beater, or worse, in a vanilla relationship. The most frightening thing in the D/s world is the abuser who uses BDSM as a justification and cloak of respectability for their unacceptable attitudes and behaviors. These are not Doms; they are abusers, and must be avoided at all cost.
Tumblr and the online D/s world at large is full of submissives desperate for a Dom and wanna-be doms seeking submissives. In all the fervor, basic tenants of relationship building, of feeling one another out, getting to know one another, and the fundamental cautions anyone would apply to face-to-face dating or relationships seem to get thrown out the window. I personally have had followers virtually (digitally) throw themselves at my feet in a desire to submit. I find this very odd and more than a little scary (for them). My response is always more or less the same, âYou donât even know meâŚwhy would you propose to submit to me or anyone under those terms?â
Through all of these words I am saying to any prospective submissive or Dom, get to know one another. Build a level of understanding between you. Develop, over time, a level of trust and assurance that limits will be understood and respected. And above all, be sure, to the best of your ability, that there are no hidden personality flaws that could lead to loss of control, violence, and/or outright abuse, even in times of stress such as a breakup in the relationship. Submission is by its nature a supreme act of vulnerability, both emotional and physical. Be damn sure you are placing your heart and body into the hands of someone who will respect and care for you; even when they may be angry, hurt, or otherwise do not get their way.
What follows is a sad and tragic example of what can happen when consent is withdrawn and that withdrawal is not respected. It could just as easily be a description of the thousands of abuse cases that go unreported daily in plain vanilla relations between boyfriends and girlfriends or husbands and wives seeking to end a relationship. What makes it all the more scary is the added dynamic of Dominance and submission; where there is a known imbalance of power and authority and where the âDomâ fails to turn that imbalance off when appropriate and necessary. Worst of all, because of the added D/s dynamic, the submissive finds herself powerless to fight back both because of the physical imbalance of power but also her innate, almost involuntarily, reflexive tendency to submit or freeze before her âdomâ even when consent has been withdrawn (which, by the way is not abnormal).
This is the scary stuff folks and this is what the legitimate D/s community goes to great lengths to avoid and prevent through careful communication between partners, expressed consent, and clear avenues for withdrawal of that consent. The emotional darkness and isolation this woman is feeling brought on by her âdomâ when she tried to end the relationship goes far deeper than the physical scrapes and bruises that cover much of her neck and body. I am so very grateful that the situation did not end up worse. It could have been much, much worse. Fortunately, the physical scars will heal in short order, but the loss of trust and feelings of isolation at having been abused by one whom complete trust and submission was given will take far longer and is the true tragedy.
Please read the following and let it guide you in your decision making as you approach your own experiences in the realm of D/s. Above all, please be careful. Be loving. Be respectful. And at all times be consensual. Play hard, but play safe, sane and consensual.
Text Š For The Love of a Submissive, 2012
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Important information for those who find connection online. It may be long, but remember that submission requires consent, and once it is given, the submissive is extremely vulnerable. Emotional vulnerability may be endlessly attractive to some, and it is very easy to take advantage of. Remember that there is a real person out there in the ether you are affecting. As brutal as you may be in play, be just that kind and loving when the play stops. Otherwise, youâre not playing at all.
Retraumatizing someone can be extremely cruel and unfortunately, once conditioned, a trauma survivor can sink into a very deep well that you will probably not be able to handle, especially as they will most likely run or freeze, neither of which can be easy to address. The last thing I want to engage with is someone who knowingly tries to terrorize me outside of play. Itâs hard enough *in* play.
Thank you to the men who respect these boundaries. That is when true connection occurs. You give me faith in a faithless world.

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Dominance..
Dominance is being there for her. Dominance is working through her meltdowns. Dominance is accepting her, especially when she wonât accept herself. Dominance is telling her no. Dominance is quieting her demons. Dominance is being her bastion of strength. Dominance is encouraging her. Dominance is comforting her. Dominance is guiding her. Dominance is building her.
Dominance itâs not for everyone
But those up for the challenge...oh, the rewards. I couldnât be more thankful.
Which is more fun, breaking the doll, or building her back up?
Great question. Thatâs so hard to say. The breaking is really fun, obviously. Thereâs a lot of beauty in stripping a doll down to nearly nothing and watching all of her walls crumble. Using her and pushing her and figuring out how to chip, and crack, and penetrate, and break her down is an intimate, and powerful, and enjoyable thing.
But building her back up is where everything really deeply worthwhile happens. Anyone can break a doll, because you can do it by real abuse (I donât endorse that in any way), or consensual abuse, so any old abusive person can make it happen without any intelligence or skill. But it seems that to build a person up from her pieces into someone whole and healthy and happy, to make someone better, that takes skill, knowledge, wisdom, talent, and a lot of time, effort, and care. So thatâs where the deep satisfaction comes from, and thatâs where, if they do it well, someone can really be proud of their creation, and themselves, and of course of her.
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Vulnerability
There is nothing easy about surrendering yourself to another person. Anyone who tells you otherwise, who tries to convince you that submission is a weakness, doesnât understand the nature of strength.
If being a submissive was a switch I could flick on and off, Iâm not sure that I would turn it on most days. Making yourself vulnerable is a terrifying thing. As humans, we spend our lives building walls to keep out hurt. We construct mechanisms to defend us against vulnerability, hoping to protect our hearts. But, as FDR famously said, âCourage is not the absence of fear, but rather the assessment that something else is more important than fear.â
To be a submissive is to invite someone behind those walls. To cast off your armor, lay down your weapons, and crawl into the arms of another person, trusting that they will not betray you.
To submit is to choose each day not to recoil, to not construct new walls, or draw your weapons. It doesnât mean that we arenât scared. It doesnât mean that some days it wonât be the hardest thing we do. But it does mean that each day we choose submission over fear, not because we are weak, but because we are strong.
Manipulation is a powerful tool.
I think itâs time we went hi-Tech, whore. And I wouldnât be this kind. A toy should always be played with hard and with great imagination.
Oh, that would be hot and so humiliating in public.
Dream date.

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I donât care if youâve just finished your shift and youâre tired. I just lost a contract deal with a client. Iâm angry and Iâm frustrated. Then you come home with a skirt that wouldnât even fit a 10 year-old? Now Iâm angry AND Iâm horny, you slut. I will take out my frustrations and I will get off. Thatâs what youâre here for. Now stay still. I donât wanna hear a peep. And while youâre at it, hand me that butter over there. Thatâs rightâŚ
The Disparity of Humiliation
Humiliation is a statement about how willing I am to debase myself for him. Itâs about the contrast with who I otherwise am. I donât get wet when he calls me a worthless cumslut because I believe I am lacking value, I get wet when he calls me a worthless cumslut because heâs pointing out to me how low I am willing to go for him. He knows Iâm an accomplished woman, worthy of being treasured, and that itâs only for him that I will lower myself to ââworthlessââ cumslut in order to please.
When drool drips down my chin, when I spread my ass open to his gaze, and when I perform acts for him I can barely speak, they are statements about the lengths I will go to for his pleasure. These moments recognize the disparity between the me that belongs to the rest of the world, and the me that belongs to him