Primalex
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My bigger problem with limits as dominant is not about which sick perversion I'm willing to afflict upon someone. It is not even the dilemma whether or when "No" is a safeword in BDSM or not. It is whether "Yes" is acceptable consent given by someone who is in a mental state to be able to give a meaningful consent in the first place.
I have multiple examples for this problem, but will pick something easy to relate to.
Once upon a time I have had sex with a girl who drove 2 hours in the middle of the night to meet me in my appartment for sex. And we got along well and we have had sex. Five minutes later she was in tears, telling me that she would marry next week, never mentioning not being single ever before. Nobody would blame me for having sex with her - but this does not make me feel better about it. And who knows, in the current hiccup of sexual harrassment allegations - she could as good write a report about how I exploited her confused state of mind to do something to her that she did not want to do. Memory is a fucked up subjective thing.
You want me to push your head down into the toilet bowl while a Great Dane fucks your cunt and scratches your back with his claws? I don't bat an eye. This are just details. Are you truthfully willing to cope with the results of whatever we are doing? This is my hard limit, no matter how "simple" it seems what we are doing.
I have multiple examples for this problem, but will pick something easy to relate to.
Once upon a time I have had sex with a girl who drove 2 hours in the middle of the night to meet me in my appartment for sex. And we got along well and we have had sex. Five minutes later she was in tears, telling me that she would marry next week, never mentioning not being single ever before. Nobody would blame me for having sex with her - but this does not make me feel better about it. And who knows, in the current hiccup of sexual harrassment allegations - she could as good write a report about how I exploited her confused state of mind to do something to her that she did not want to do. Memory is a fucked up subjective thing.
You want me to push your head down into the toilet bowl while a Great Dane fucks your cunt and scratches your back with his claws? I don't bat an eye. This are just details. Are you truthfully willing to cope with the results of whatever we are doing? This is my hard limit, no matter how "simple" it seems what we are doing.