I shared a text recently on how the ocean becomes a metaphor for BDSM. Unpredictable & alluring.
Isn’t it true?
BDSM offers us a stage to act out the drama of life, the drama between wanting to get back into the wilderness and remaining part of the civilization.
The offering is different for my submissive and my dominant personas. As the submissive, I get another kind of glass bauble, one where I can drop aspiration for civilization and be wild and free. There is no goal-oriented will anymore and no fear of being crushed or drowned by the ocean. I’m no longer the captain of my ship. I’m the river flowing wild, without any care in the world about the dam of civilization. But my freedom is still an illusion because what I left behind is now picked up by the dominant. As the dominant, I get to own a droplet of the ocean inside my bubble. With the tension of bondage and the power in pain, I can build it stronger and stronger. As strong as my glass can hold, and I get to marvel at the wild display of force under my control. Anyone who thinks that a submissive is weak is wrong. And any dominant that wants to put their submissive down is afraid of them. The goal is actually the opposite; it is to fuel their power.
When my BDSM is the deepest, there is trust and presence. But not knowledge or predictability. Instead, there is an ongoing discovery of how much power we can hold inside the glass walls. We, as in the two sides of me, the dominate and the submissive. With the same two sides inside of you, we get drunk on the power, like a bumblebee on nectar.
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