Lizard brain leftovers
I can’t help thinking that there is a duality in humanity between the ‘civilised’ lives we lead and the primal urges lurking beneath the surface. I think that this duality of humanity is of great relevance and interest in terms of BDSM where we create a framework within which we can exploit, play with and enjoy our fundamental desires consensually.
Typically we build sophisticated structures to exploit and extract these urges. We use language, visual imagery, clothing, even technology to enhance the experience. Often something ritualistic surrounds these practices.
I think that as humans we can’t help but use, or if you like pervert the practices of everyday modern life into instruments of pleasure and pleasurable pain. A massager is turned into vibrating genital stimulator, cooking implements into impact toys, and of course, rope into an instrument of bondage and domination.
With every advance in technology comes an advance in human pleasure, Tesla coils power violet wands originally intended for health purposes for electrical stimulation and torture. Tens units invented for muscular rehabilitation for the torture of the helpless twitching ‘victim’.
All this to serve our most base instincts. And yet this is not a runaway process. We do not generally let ourselves run over into actual abuse. We require consent, even for the theoretically non-consensual aspects of our play. Sometimes this sounds convoluted and illogical. And yet we cannot deny that this is the case.
This then is the duality that causes a struggle. Our evolution makes us a tool using, reasoning, social creature but also we remain the animal, the primal lust filled beast.
Perhaps it’s a wonderful achievement is the satisfaction of both of these in kink. We control our primal lusts, fencing them around with ritual and social custom even where the normal social customs did not reach. We make our partners satisfaction part of the satisfaction or our own by seeking out complimentary partners. In the triumph of our social selves, the control of the primal, and yet the satisfaction of it too without descending into abuse we find again that which is unique about humanity.
I think that this makes us more human not less.
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.