cymbidia
unrepentant pervert
- Joined
- Mar 8, 2001
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I'm a sub.
More specifically, i'm a lifestyle masochistic submissive.
I'm well-educated, have a great job, good kids, a nice home, and vacations homes cars jewelry money stocks bonds stuff. To almost any observer, i don't look like some kinda sex freak. Except for a couple long-ago incidents when i was unsure of who i was and what my kind of "submissive" meant, i've never been physically hurt without it being a mutually desired part of what was between me and another.
My Master is like me.
Underneath it all, we're pierced and tattooed and we play very hard, very edgy BDSM games. We do so because we need it, because it's an integral part of who we are as people and sexual beings, and because we've found in each other incredible complements to our needs.
I trust him with my life, literally at times. He trusts me with his deepest self, with his happiness, and his needs. I love him. He loves me. What lies between us is of immense value.
I am submissive to him, and not only in the bedroom. In public my submission is couched in terms that are private, in a manner that allows us to maintain the appearance of "normalcy". We do that because nillas just don't understand this lifestyle and confuse a full-hearted, committed BDSM bond with something embarrassing and shameful. We do that because what lies between us is ours and we don't feel a need to shove it in anyone's face.
I am submissive and always have been, from the time of my first sexual experimentation. It wasn't a choice and isn't a sex game. It's as much a part of who i am as is my heart.
More specifically, i'm a lifestyle masochistic submissive.
I'm well-educated, have a great job, good kids, a nice home, and vacations homes cars jewelry money stocks bonds stuff. To almost any observer, i don't look like some kinda sex freak. Except for a couple long-ago incidents when i was unsure of who i was and what my kind of "submissive" meant, i've never been physically hurt without it being a mutually desired part of what was between me and another.
My Master is like me.
Underneath it all, we're pierced and tattooed and we play very hard, very edgy BDSM games. We do so because we need it, because it's an integral part of who we are as people and sexual beings, and because we've found in each other incredible complements to our needs.
I trust him with my life, literally at times. He trusts me with his deepest self, with his happiness, and his needs. I love him. He loves me. What lies between us is of immense value.
I am submissive to him, and not only in the bedroom. In public my submission is couched in terms that are private, in a manner that allows us to maintain the appearance of "normalcy". We do that because nillas just don't understand this lifestyle and confuse a full-hearted, committed BDSM bond with something embarrassing and shameful. We do that because what lies between us is ours and we don't feel a need to shove it in anyone's face.
I am submissive and always have been, from the time of my first sexual experimentation. It wasn't a choice and isn't a sex game. It's as much a part of who i am as is my heart.