Sensational life
We are kinky, we are lascivious we are lustful we are experience junkies, we are sensualists.
From everything I know of myself and my friends, what we ultimately want is to experience life and our partners. The sensations of our experience, our interactions, the experience of our reaction to the reactions of others. Everything in kink is I think on some level about experience and sensation.
Why? Because it makes us alive. Life is about experience, the things that happen in it both good and bad.
As individuals in kink I think many are driven by the need to extend our experiences beyond the mundane, to not be limited in our experiences. To take an experience otherwise unpleasant and to pervert that into a sensual feast for the kinkster is I think the obvious expression of this.
Spanking, beating, flogging, caning, restraint, rope, chains, whips and all manner of roleplay scenario are pressed into the service of this goal. People roleplay and act out taboos. In fact this is one of the things that people misunderstand. Something that would in reality be very unpleasant is taken and turned into something fun, thrilling, erotic. To fail to understand the distinction between playing with the idea of something and the thing itself is to fail to understand how these kinds of play work entirely.
All of these things are about vivid, intense experiences. In extremis we are brought more presently into the moment we live and live that moment more completely.
Sometimes kinksters are reviled as sub human, freaks, lacking in feeling and empathy. This is I believe the opposite of the truth. It is very human to seek experience. I think those that limit their experiences are strange. I give my partner experiences and sensation because I have empathy, because in those moments we are so connected.
We yearn to experience... It’s only human.
Love, beauty, suffering and exquisite agony.
She is in... exquisite palpable heart breaking distress! So cute, so vulnerable, so desperate! My heart is wrung with her plight, my soul is nourished by her suffering, my spirit fed by her cries.
She begs! And she will do anything to have her desire. My heart is bursting and I will give her anything... except her desire.
I can do so much for her now. I can bind her tighter, twist her body, tease her flesh, make her cry with frustration. I can give her so much except her desire. In this moment that is impossible.
To see her like this is my desire and hers. My joy and hers, our shared pleasure. Touching beyond senses, hugging beyond reach, feeling beyond explanation!
She is in subspace, and has been for some time. She whimpers as I release her, slowly, a turn at a time, drawing the ropes over her helpless flesh. The touch the feel the sound of the rope over her body. Till the very last bit leaves her skin!
I lay her down, I cover her body with the loose unwound rope from the floor and drape a Yukata over her. I sit looking at her, rope-marked, exhausted and blissfully drifting in a world of her own.