how hard can you play?!

The rougher, the better. Slapping, choking, biting, whipping, 'cuffs, verbal humiliation. Anything goes.
 
I love being cuffed, being restrained bent over and being taken tough, hair being pulled, ass slapped and having to say how much I love it. Yeah that's the stuff.
 
Carve little initials onto someone, sure. Write my name in blood all over the walls, no. Black stripes on the ass, yes. Black all over the knees to cheeks, no.
 
How hard can you give it?

When I am the top, I exercise restraint, when I'm the bottom I don't give a rats ass what you want to do to me.
 
Mostly bare hands only. Implements of restraint feel superfluous to me. And silly, in most cases. If a man can't get the job done under his own power, then I'm not the girl for him. Though I might add that in most cases, psychological control goes a hell of a lot further with me than true, physical force.

Even with all of that being said, here's a brief list of things that really melt me:

- A hand roughly clapped over my mouth
- Fingers digging into my throat
- Next day fingertip bruises on my hips
- Having my face shoved into a pillow
- Intentional bruising on my cervix
- Being placed in any position that maximizes a man's control of my body while requiring a minimum of effort. First one that comes to mind is being on my tummy.

I want to feel some measure of physical force most of the time. I want to know you're taking what you want, and that the level of desire you feel becomes more important than my right to say no.
 
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...Implements of restraint feel superfluous to me. And silly, in most cases. If a man can't get the job done under his own power, then I'm not the girl for him. Though I might add that in most cases, psychological control goes a hell of a lot further with me than true, physical force.

...I want to know you're taking what you want, and that the level of desire you feel becomes more important than my right to say no.

Gosh, I think I'm in love.* :D

I've always felt that the only restraint needed was in a submissive's precious little heart. I have had more strength than most men around me, but if I can't find a way into knowing how a submissive's heart works and thereby use her own restraint against her, then I will never have enough strength to hold her. However, knowing that much about someone and using their self against their self and yet not abusing such ties, is walking an exceedingly fine tightrope.


*not a true declaration of love of course, just love that you summarized what I have always felt, but said it much more eloquently and succinctly.
 
I want the ropes. My little heart feels cheated, like my top doesn't care enough about me, like they are too lazy to bother with my needs, or that I am unreasonable for wanting something to physically pull against.

But then-- I am not submissive like that.

As to how hard I play? Right now, I don't actually know! I keep on taking the top role. I feel like my physical limits are low, ATM, and I don't want to push them.
 
Fantasized about: Being smothered, crushed, swallowed, bitten in half. I have been wearable ornamentation. A lone ant in an ant farm.

The reality: Not all that much of a pain or asphyxiation slut. Though when I have gotten to feeling like I'm just an extension of the bed, I can pretend I've been initiated into chthonia. ;)
 
My only real limit is marks and/or bruises that will show in normal daily attire. I feel like I'm in the middle of the pain continuum. If I can't feel it, or see it the next day(s) it probably wasn't very good ;). I love wrestling with Sir, I find it very intimate and arousing. Even though I am no match for him he enjoys toying with me.

As I am want to do, I'll give a story to illustrate my point. Somehow we wound up in his house with a 20' x 25' tarp on the floor. I had my Feeldoe in with Stella's improved harness made of flat webbing. He had a harness made out of webbing holding his right hand behind his back. We were both oiled up with baby oil. The first to penetrate the other would win. Since we both knew I would lose he said if I went 5 minutes without being penetrated I would win one prize, if I somehow won, I would get two prizes. I insisted that we have a no holds barred rule, which he tried to dissuade me from, but I had a great plan :rolleyes:.

So, all my plans failed and toyed with me for five minutes to let me win the first prize. Then, as soon as 5 minutes was up, he grabbed a boob, yanked me down so I face planted. He climbed on top of me and just laid on me letting me tire myself out. Then he ever so sweetly reminded me of the rule I insisted on and then proceeded to choke me out, and you can figure the rest out. The soreness the next day reminded me of the fun we had.

I guess my point is that we play in different ways than many BDSM couples, we have played paintball and airfsoft naked (very ouchy) on his property. Sadly, it's not very often he ties me down and gives me a good whipping. When he canes me he enjoys too much making me stay with my hands on the footboard of the bed and if I pick up my hands, move too much or cry out he gets to start over.

Sorry, I'll shut up now.
 
I love spanking, biting, and hair pulling especially. Some verbal humiliation. No blood or bruises were they will be seen on a daily basis. Choking sounds intriguing, but I'm a very petite little one- and I need my voice. I love being cuffed and blindfolded though. Absolutely love it.
 
I enjoy being able to struggle against some sort of restraints, but that's more like a nice accessory. What I need, what I crave, is the soul-rending, breath-taking pain. A crop on the insides of my thighs, a cane that finds the sensitive line between my ass and legs, nails raking down my back, fingers clenched in my hair, the steady beat of a flogger anywhere he chooses to throw it, and that evil little quirt that snakes into the folds of my pussy and shatters me.

Take me apart, push me to ragged sobs, whisper "I know you can take one more for me" and I'm complete.
 
I have a friend like you-- tell her "I know you can take more" and it's like magic, she can, and that's what makes her complete. It's incredible to be part of that, I love topping her.
 
I'll happily take everything except drawing blood, burning, and anything involving any other human bodily function...things. Of course I always have a safeword ready, should (for whatever reason) my threshold for pain is not as good as it usually is.
 
Mostly bare hands only. Implements of restraint feel superfluous to me. And silly, in most cases. If a man can't get the job done under his own power, then I'm not the girl for him. Though I might add that in most cases, psychological control goes a hell of a lot further with me than true, physical force.

Even with all of that being said, here's a brief list of things that really melt me:

- A hand roughly clapped over my mouth
- Fingers digging into my throat
- Next day fingertip bruises on my hips
- Having my face shoved into a pillow
- Intentional bruising on my cervix
- Being placed in any position that maximizes a man's control of my body while requiring a minimum of effort. First one that comes to mind is being on my tummy.

I want to feel some measure of physical force most of the time. I want to know you're taking what you want, and that the level of desire you feel becomes more important than my right to say no.

Ah, yes.

I have no desire to hurt, physically or emotionally. But I want what I want, and if taking it means you suffer a bit, well, I'm very sorry. Just not sorry enough to take 'no' for an answer.
 
I want the ropes. My little heart feels cheated, like my top doesn't care enough about me, like they are too lazy to bother with my needs, or that I am unreasonable for wanting something to physically pull against.

But then-- I am not submissive like that.


Fuck yeah.

And one could be submissive like that and still want the ropes.

If I want to tell them to be still I could do that, duh. I could probably get a whole roomful of stangers to do that if I'm polite about it.
 
Fuck yeah.

And one could be submissive like that and still want the ropes.

If I want to tell them to be still I could do that, duh. I could probably get a whole roomful of stangers to do that if I'm polite about it.

Once upon a very long time ago, I switched for a top I was seeing. "Don't move," I learned, has a power all its own under certain circumstances. :D
 
Well folks-- I am leaving for a long-weekend immersion called DESIRE, and maybe when I get back I will know better how hard I play...

Wish me luck! :cattail:
 
I am submissive, and a bit masochistic. Hair pulling, biting, slapping, flogging and spanking all work for me. I prefer to be tied or handcuffed, as I like to struggle as part of a scene
 
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