tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804250895155919596.post164358661001027516..comments2023-06-25T08:05:01.167-04:00Comments on The lustful quality of watching her erotic demise: May i damage you?Deityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06171402123131370261noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804250895155919596.post-25746333639919677042008-06-06T15:01:00.000-04:002008-06-06T15:01:00.000-04:00Your words are hypnotic. I read then re-read them...Your words are hypnotic. I read then re-read them continuously until I felt each letter trickle over my flesh, wriggle under my skin and pulsate deep within my mind.<BR/><BR/>Thank you.<BR/><BR/>~agoodgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10215422809037280385noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804250895155919596.post-22357470587703723512008-04-26T21:09:00.000-04:002008-04-26T21:09:00.000-04:00I understand now. I thought 'shatter it' referred ...I understand now. I thought 'shatter it' referred to the cheek. You meant it to mean the alabaster. Sorry to misunderstand.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804250895155919596.post-42179636639033414022008-04-25T09:23:00.000-04:002008-04-25T09:23:00.000-04:00adrienne,surely the objectification of the female ...adrienne,<BR/>surely the objectification of the female cheek by referring to it as alabaster made it appear less like i wanted to shatter the bones beneath her flesh. <BR/><BR/>This post was more emotive than instructive.<BR/><BR/>Tristan,<BR/>You make an excellent assertion:<BR/><BR/><EM>"I hope i know her limits, and i often fear mine."</EM><BR/><BR/>I think this touches quite accurately on some of what i was expressing in this little ditty. <BR/><BR/>m,<BR/>thank you. i always strive to have some element of beauty in what i do.<BR/><BR/>o.g.,<BR/>i used the construction "May i..." rather purposely, as it was never my intention to inform the recipient of these words that this is what i was <EM>going</EM> to do.Deityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06171402123131370261noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804250895155919596.post-37075616523124508492008-04-22T13:38:00.000-04:002008-04-22T13:38:00.000-04:00at times, it is not so much your posts as it is my...at times, it is not so much your posts as it is my reactions which inspire periods of reflection. <BR/><BR/>i was frozen in my seat as i read, except, of course, for the twitching in my cunt. i may have forgotten to breathe. yet i never forgot that what you were saying,especially the first two questions, were well beyond what i would stand for, not to mention what the philosopher would do.<BR/><BR/>i worried at being transfixed and aroused as much as i was.<BR/><BR/>and yet, i found some measure of reassurance in the end. because at least for me, i think, it is as much about the trust as it is about the actual injury, real or potential.<BR/><BR/>i do trust the philosopher. i love him and trust him. every time i offer up my aging body and neurotic mind to his sadistic machinations, i am demonstrating the depth of both the love and the trust. and every time he accepts, rewards, and returns both love and trust by knowing my limits perhaps better than i do, taking me as far as i need to go, and caring for me as he brings me back.oatmeal girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12842608615972752000noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804250895155919596.post-22578007576207317452008-04-22T13:17:00.000-04:002008-04-22T13:17:00.000-04:00i think there is a really beauty in these question...i think there is a really beauty in these questions, in the pain, and in the yearning...there is real intimacy there.<BR/><BR/>xx, mAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804250895155919596.post-50882360770401402562008-04-22T10:24:00.000-04:002008-04-22T10:24:00.000-04:00I get it. I understand completely. Each time I pic...I get it. I understand completely. <BR/><BR/>Each time I pick up a stick, wrap a rope around my palm, I feel that. <BR/><BR/>I hope I know her limits and I often fear mine. Pet says no safe word but of course she can always say, "That's too much" and then she is gone to me. <BR/><BR/>But still, every time we begin, I want to inflict. It's just that simple. I know in my heart that I don't want limits, don't want boundaries. I impose them on myself to ensure I have a target for my need. Handy, no? self policing. It's nice to hear honest need.<BR/><BR/>I get it.<BR/><BR/>TristanAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8804250895155919596.post-5448978202883093352008-04-22T09:47:00.000-04:002008-04-22T09:47:00.000-04:00Interesting. My my Master's mantra is 'hurt, not d...Interesting. My my Master's mantra is 'hurt, not damage', and it is on this basis that we interact. That is not to say that he will not leave scars, but he, and I, prefer scarring that fades in time.A smashed cheekbone seems a bit counterproductive to me. However, maybe it is simply that you want the consent (implicit) to do this, though you may choose not to.My Master and I have no 'safe word', but I trust him to hurt, not damage.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com