passionate fucking. James Deen. I love this.
If you know your Greek tragedies (and I’m sure you do, educated types that you are), you’ll know that pride is always followed by a fall. It’s the tenet under which such plays like Oedipus Rex, Agamemnon and Elektra were formed, the structure, the narrative arc, all that good stuff.
That’s the appeal I’m playing with when I’m indulging humiliation and degradation. That’s why I enjoy it, and that’s why you enjoy it. If there wasn’t that basis of power, of pride, then it would all be hollow. If I didn’t have a grand, beautiful woman to slowly deconstruct, then there would be nothing in it for me.
Without self respect, and without confidence in that self respect, erotic humiliation is no longer erotic. It’s just one person being mean to the other, and treading on them when they’re down. But with that self respect, that pride, then the fall can be something that both parties can get a thrill from.
It’s about tearing you down a peg or two, all the while knowing that it makes you squeeze your legs together, and your cheeks flush the most delightful shade of pink. It’s knowing that you’ll look away just so when I touch just the right nerve, and that is the perfect moment to lay a slap right across your face, because you’re leaning into it. The verbal-physical one two. Striking both your mind and your body.
I’m a holistic man, in that respect.
The more perfect, delicate, soft and beautiful you look, the stronger the urge I have to devastate you fundamentally. To break you down, turn you from perfect into imperfect, delicate to broken, soft to abused, and beautiful to… well, you’ll still be beautiful. But you’ll be my beautiful.
It’s because you seem so unmarked. Untouched by the world around you, as ephemeral as a cloud, something that is seen, that exists, but is utterly unreachable, unknowable. It’s just a feature that passes through, that you can never truly effect.
Except, well, I can. And because I can, I will, because I can’t stand to see you so unmarked, because I have to leave my own mark, something that leaves you resolutely different. Something other than before. Changed, irreparably.
I don’t want to break you, not really. I just can’t stand to see you quite like that. Not without knowing that, on the inside, you’re so very mine. Marked, and mine.
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My soul is a broken field
plowed by pain
~ Sara TeasdaleNo worries little one
daddy will make you whole again
and trust me before the night is through
daddy will do your hole again
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