I seek the loving and sensuous exchange that happens between a sadistic Master and his masochistic submissive. The infliction of violent acts born of a primal lust…perhaps left over from the days before we became civilised. The ritual of pulling my belt from around my waist, coiling it around my hand as I instruct her to bend and offer her rump to its fiery caress.
My strokes are firm and intense but not unforgiving. She does not endure it because she has displeased me but because she needs to feel she is pleasing me. Struggling, crying, begging until everything is forgotten.
And of course, humiliation, the mental side of sadism.
Later she rests in my arms, lost in the safety of my hold I can bask in my sadistic nature, knowing I have found the ying to my yang. Mutual catharsis. No guilt, no fear, no apologies.
