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Happy Valentines day! You know what I like best about this special holiday, besides hating on it? Getting slapped in the face by women.

Hold on, hold on — let me elaborate. See, I get sexually aroused when a gal hauls off and socks me. I do. I like it when women smack me across the face. (Well, wait, I don’t like it all the time. I don’t walk around hoping random women will backhand me. Women typically wear at least one ring, and who can afford a facial scar In This Economy?)

The soufflé of pain and pleasure that I feel after a woman slaps me melts me to my very core. It all started in 7th grade. I made some crack to Carolyn Hester* which didn’t sit well with her friend Catherine Chang*, who proceeded to wallop me about the head. The shock! Oh it was a brilliant, blinding white light that ate up everything and everyone around me. The pain! It was pure and clear and deliciously hot. Our fellow seventh graders gawked in stunned silence as my face was consumed in flames.

I remember my brain convulsing with information — do I cry or do I laugh? I wanted to do both, but I ended up smiling, and this seemed to piss her off even more. She called me a jerk and, they stormed off while my peers crowded around me guffawing and giggling. In my pre-pubescent pants, things were happening.

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Being only eleven at the time, the sex part was naturally brutally overtaken by self-disgust, confusion, and fear. What the hell is wrong with me, I wondered? What kind of horrible pervert gets wood from pain? Are the cops going to burst into homeroom and haul me off to pervert camp? Then, of course, guilt swept in and I figured I should probably go ahead and tell my parents the Bar Mitzvah is off as I’m clearly the devil.

For a long, long time, people who engaged in or were aroused by the thought of sadomasochism were considered mentally ill. According to Psychology Today, it wasn’t until the 1980s that the American Psychiatric Association removed BDSM as a category in its Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. Now granted, I’ve never been lashed to a radiator or had hot wax dribbled upon my nips, so I don’t think I qualify as a full-on masochist, but if pain via a wildly mismatched power relationship with another person turns me on, then let’s not split hairs.

For a long time, my enjoyment of being publicly or privately humiliated laid dormant. In college, I could only dream of a girl loosing my spit onto a wall with her hand. But as the years passed and my interactions with women became a just a touch more sophisticated, opportunities to be slapped across the face increased.

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Then something magical happened. I met this beautiful lesbian at a press event in Paris, where everyone was high off expensive champagne and the notion that journalism was a viable career path. We were flirting the way you can with other people when there’s no chance of anything actually happening between you, all mind games and teasing. There’s was no fear because there are no expectations — we both liked girls.

I was being particularly flirtatious/obnoxious when she said “If you’re not careful, I’m going to f*** you tonight.” I was all, Whaaaa? Yet she had said it in front of the group, in a mock-serious manner, despite the fact that she prefers women. Regardless, I became hallucinatory with arousal. So I said, without remembering to make the decision, “So slap me.” It was the closest to sex I was going to get.

After a lot of giggling from the group, she asked me if I was serious. I said yes. When it became clear she was going to slap me, she held up her hand and waited. The anticipation was brutal and exquisite. My cheeks twitched. But she was tentative and her slap was too much wrist and too little arm and shoulder. The pain was just a low-flame sizzle, but the electric current warmed everyone at the table. “Hit me again,” I said, and she did — this time, harder.

The Hurt Locker
What follows a good slap to the face is a sort of psychic release. Although, ostensibly, I was getting the opposite of what I supposedly wanted (violence instead of tenderness) there’s something deeply, emotionally satisfying about it. Who, on some level, doesn’t crave punishment? Orgasm is replaced with validation. My insecurities about my abilities to understand and conquer women are realized concretely, and then somehow magically banished. There’s no abstractions, no games, no pointless posturing.

And there’s something beautiful about that millisecond of physical contact. What’s more tender than placing your open palm on another’s cheek? The slap is the super-heated version, made brilliantly brief. For just the most fractional of moments, there was her hand and my face and nothing but fire.

That second time, she’d smiled, raised her hand at shoulder height, palm facing down, and finally let go. Her aim was true. Like the abyss that comes with climax, that moment where everything drains from your consciousness and the only thing that exists is the pleasure (or in this case, the pain) I ceased existing. It felt insanely right. And the amazing thing was instead of the typical desire for retreat I feel after an orgasm, I had a miniature, sublime blackout.

Meanwhile, all around us, one by one, my fellow journalists started smacking each other.

*names changed to protect the violent.

[Redacted] is the resident Single Guy writer for Lemondrop. He’s a lovable pervert who likes peanut butter sandwiches, white wine, and referring to the characters on “True Blood” by their first names, as if they were old friends. In 1999, the Rev.Jerry Falwell said the Antichrist would probably arrive soon in the form of a Jewish guy — just something to think about.

My house has around seven inches of snow now. Its the most snow we have had in years! Joe, a sub from up North, braved the roads and still saw me for a session today. I put him in a leather hood along with a inflatable dildo in his mouth. I then bound him to my St. Andew’s Cross and began to wam him up with my whips. I loved whipping his ass, back and thighs! He responded so nicely and I enjoyed his muffled growls. I then got my heavy leather paddle and started to beat him good. But I think he enjoyed my single tail whip the best. It left such delicious marks on his back!

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Had a rather fascinating caller today. His fantasy was to have me turn into a 50 foot woman! I would see him on the sidewalk and pick him up. Holding him between my fingers I would look at him and decide he would be a tasty snack. I would drop him on my tongue and swallow him whole. He would slide down to my stomach. He could hear my heart and feel my breath as he was stuck against my stomach wall. Warm and wet he would enjoy the moment as long as he could. Before my stomach juices started to break him down. Absorbed slowly into my intestines. His nutrients being used to make me healthy and strong!

Now I am ready for dessert!

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All too often I hear people say there are basics, there are protocols or there are rules. This is simply not true. Let no one tell you that or try to convince you of that. What they have is THEIR rules. Beware that they will probably try to force them non consensually upon you.
As with everything in BDSM there are no clear basics, rights, rules or protocol. The rules/basics/protocol are individualized. Some follow the Old Guards Way, some the New Guards way, some ways are in between and others have their own ways. All that matters is that who you are involved with understand and agree with whatever basics/rules/protocol/guidelines are used.
Here are some things for you to think about and ponder. You may agree or disagree with some or all of what is written below. These are things I have heard over the years and know are practiced by people involved in BDSM. You will notice some of what is listed oppose other things listed. It’s up to you to make your choices.
Disclaimer- What is written below does not mean I agree with what is listed. Nor does it mean I oppose the things listed. These are listed here simply for you to look over, think about and create your own basics/rules/protocol/guidelines.
Regardless if you are Dom/me or sub after reading this I hope you will create your own guidelines to follow.
Basic human rights, laws and courtesy apply no matter what your proclivity.
There are normal manners and courtesy just like the rest of society. So just because you claim yourself to be a Dom/me don’t expect to treat submissive’s as if they were your submissive, that is NOT OKAY. Just because you claim yourself to be a submissive don’t expect Dom/me’s to treat you as if you are theirs, that is NOT OKAY.
No one should expect a sub to wait on a Dom/me or a Dom/me to issue orders to them when not in a relationship with them.
Until you give your gift of submission to a Dom/me. NO Dom/me has the right to intimidate, force, demand or take away
your freedom

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I’m a Goddess Worshipper, a Wiccan Witch, I celebrate the Divine Feminine in all its many forms. I feel powerful women are a conduit for the submissive male to connect with the Goddess. Goddesses have many Archetypes. The Giver of Live, The Lover, Wisdom, The Virgin, The Mother, The Crone. She also has a more darker side. The Goddess of War and Wrath. Her lover and Consort represents the Hunt and Death. Complete polar opposites but still very much ying and yang.

I prefer to play in the middle. I am the Archetype of the Giver of Pain and Pleasure. With Nuturing arms I provide structure and control to ones who dare to be my slave.

As The Dominatrix, I celebrate Female Supremacy and give complete Dominance to ones who humbly Tribute Me. I am your fantasy! I use all my skills to Transform you into my pet for a hour or two before bringing you back to reality

As a Phone Domina, my voice and words will weave a spell over you. You know you cannot resist me. My Southern Accent will become your best addiction!

As the Cruel Humiliatrix, I tear away all your walls and reduce you to a groveling piece of flesh. A play thing for my amusement. When your soul begs, I will strip away your masculinity and sissify you. Become my Lesbian lover.

I am your Strap On Goddess. Worship My Supremacy with all your holes until I milkyou dry.

As a Sadist, I will give you the gift of sweet agony and what lays beyond. Your pain will give me such pleasure. My Instruments of pain are very much the Instruments I Use to Worship the Goddess. Sex is one of the Goddess’s Rituals. Its no longer a sin or considered dirty.

I am the Mistress who embraces you after she has taken you to Subspace. Pushed to your limits so you can fly. Totally exposed and vulnerable, I kiss away your tears. I hold you until you are strong again. Strong enough to serve me with your Mind, Body, Heart and Soul.

I am your Fetish. Every inch of me deserves Worship along with what I adorn myself with. I am the Seductress who wears Leather, Lace, Latex and PVC to make your cock throb. I will control your cock, I will control you.

Yes, I am what you see when you Surrender. In complete love and trust, you become mine.

I am a Artist of Flesh and Spirit. I will mold and polish you like a rare diamond. You will shine bright, my dear slave.

Do you take my dare? I dare you to come to me. My Voice has weakened many men. Are you ready to submit to your Goddess? Come to me as you were born, naked and helpless. I will take care of the rest…

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An emergency call about the sighting of a man in hot pursuit of a naked woman in handcuffs launched a full-scale police operation in Stammham, Germany, but the presumed kidnapping turned out to be just a sadomasochistic sex game.

The emergency call came in at 9:44 pm on Monday, and 11 patrol cars and a helicopter arrived on the scene just a few minutes later at the Köschinger Forst rest stop on the A9 Autobahn in Bavaria, Munich.

But what police assumed was a kidnapping turned out to be nothing more than an experimenting couple, who managed to escape before police arrived.

Witnesses reported seeing the woman, about 30-years-old, wearing a leather throat band and plush handcuffs. One truck driver from Vilsbiburg told police he’d seen the pair 15 minutes before the cops arrived and had asked, “How do you like the sl*t?” But the couple disappeared before he could get an answer.

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Kneeling and Groveling
On shattered glass I crawl to you
Craving, Needing your Control
Grind my skin into the Sculpture’s blade like a million knives
Twisting, Coiling, Tearing at my humbled flesh
Sacred Blood staining the sublime Canvas
Screams of Ecstasy and Agony bound in Divine Chorus
Blood, Flesh. Glass, Metal weld into One like Twisted Stained Glass
A Divine Masterpiece created in holy surrender.

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I just got back from a fun night with a new sub. He was a sissy boy who was still a novice in many ways. During dinner, I made him change into some panties that he had brought. He wore them under his jeans. He was so eager to play. We went to a hotel and soon as I had my coat was off, he was kneeling in front of me. I buried his face into my chest and ordered him to strip down to his panties. They were pink boy shorts and very lacey, I began to spank his ass. Making it a nice shade of red. Then I began to flog his ass and back. I loved his reactions. I even got my paddle out. Hitting him harder and harder. Then I laid a towel under him, gloved up and applied lube to my fingers. I slid one finger into his ass then another. Telling him how much of a slut he was. I then lubed up a small dildoe and fucked his ass good. Calling him a cock whore bitch. I loved his moans and groans. I then sat on his face with my panties on. Grinding my pussy into his face, Bouncing up and down. He was rock hard. I began to stroke him until he exploded. A good night indeed.