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Thanks to Karl and Freya for your comments here. I wuv you guys too hehe.

Annette, I chose to log IPs on my comments over at Pussy Talk simply as a precaution. Your IP is safe with me, I assure you.

DTG xxoo

My hot submission fantasy is more along the lines of submitting to some trailer park redneck who ignores me as I’m bound on the bed while he drinks his beers and yells at the television.

I’m there, spread eagled, strapped to the bed, tied down with pantyhose or power cords, blindfolded with an old dishrag. Everything about our “scene” is lo-tech. I submit to the low class blue collar sweat hog daddies of minimum wage. (already I’m wet)

Never knowing if “the boys” are coming over tonight, to do with me what they will. Tag team Friday Night Football Fuck Fest. Or not. What’s it gonna be? He could just ask me to get up and cook. He could sneak up suddenly and lick my pussy. He could smack me around, I don’t know. I never know. I’ve given him control. I signed on for the ride, till death do us part.

I once heard Jealousy described as “erotic pain”.

If only we could view our actual day to day relationships with the same kind of erotic titillation that we view our ‘scenes’. Life really is just one big ‘scene’. A shifting, continuous, confusing power struggle between humans and their contradictory impulses: animal and divine.

The Kinky Real: the day by day, the ebb and flow, the change and rearrange of the whole thing. It is an utterly groundless, undependable, erratic relationship, as unstable and selfish as mankind itself. Survival of the fittest and only the strong survive. Evolution and revolution both require movement.

My girlfriends are always saying, “But he’s not fulfilling your needs. He’s never there when you need him.” No, he’s not. He responds to need like one would respond to a sick, mangy animal. Pity and disgust. The prescription is distance and time.

Like a dog eats grass in order to regurgitate, let nature rid you of your parasitic attachments. Vomit out your need.

I feel that merely bedroom submission is not quite what women are speaking about when they talk of being submissives or slaves. It is the concept that one is NOT IN CHARGE.

Whether this is comfortable for all is open to debate.

There is not only power in submission, submission does not make one weak. I refuse to buy that I’m not a powerful woman because I like to be dominated. My submission to my husband is a gift, it’s not weakness.

Our culture needs to stop equating surrender with weakness; submission with some sort of loss of control.

Sexual surrender is a kind of power.

At one point he asked me, “How does it feel to be powerless?”

I replied, “It feels… powerful.”

During my next day’s reflections, I discovered that I actually felt more powerful than I ever had before in my life.