I don’t struggle as you tie me. No matter how tight the bonds, how much they crease and pull at my skin. No matter what awkward, uncomfortable position I have been contorted into. No matter how much I want to pull away, to swing away from your belt or the crop. I don’t struggle. The ropes are an extension of the control I have extended to you since that moment I pressed two in the lift and glided up to submit to you in-spite of never having met you for longer than 4.5 minutes before in my life
You do not tie me down, you do not restrain me to the corners of a bed so I am exposed regardless of my desire to cover myself. Instead you place my hands above my head and if I forget for one moment to hold them there you return them to their place as many times as it takes for me to restrain myself for you. The effort required to hold myself there is what you want to see reflected in my eyes. To know that I will do that for you. So that your cock grows hard with the sight of the sweat beading on my forehead and my eyes watering with tears and the effects of the emotions running through me as I concentrate on you, what you desire, what you want from me and yet live into and offer up the pain, my struggle to manage it and my reactions to it.
And if you choose, as you have, to enter my unprepared ass, simply because the time is right for you and your desire to fuck me there over the arm of that sofa bed in a hotel room where later you would sleep on my shoulder emptied of care for those precious moments, is running wild in your veins and you must have me there and then, I will struggle. As your cock enters me and scalds my inner muscle on the way through and you hold my ankles tight as I try to pull you out, you utter one word ‘eye’ and I stop. I hold my legs apart and let you see the pain you are causing me, let you hear my cries and feel my sobs and I do it for you because you grow harder in those moments of my agony and I glory in my ability to give you that.
Struggling is not part of our dynamic apart from its connection to suffering and you love to see me suffer for you, for our us. You know that I suffer when we are apart, you know that I struggle with the distance, with the uncertainty, with the lack of time we can carve out together and you love to see me translate that into yet another part of my submission.
I struggle, you see it and know it and I see and know that and I give it to you and ask not to be relieved of it by certainty or platitudes or an early release. I want the struggle, I am addicted to the way that it allows me to test my strength knowing that it is never against you and always against myself. Against a small world bounded by fear and desire for comfort and safety. Against believing others’ ideas of morality and right and wrong. Against a smaller version of me, one in which eye did not exist in all her wonder, never got her wings or learnt to fly and return to perch on your arm.
The writing of this and about this also brings its own sweet struggle with longing. That delicious sense of tristesse that I seek to sublimate into how I live to the full for myself for you. I love to struggle. I love to submit it. I love you.
Wow
I feel sated having read this
So raw and visceral – while being emotional at another level
The little details that mark this out as real
Thank you x
Thank you for reading xx
What can I say, a very powerful piece of writing, your rawness of pain yet the desire comes through
Thank you. Our conversations helped to crystallise my thoughts on this x
My heart is pounding and my mouth, watering.
Tell me more. Fear? Anticipation? Arousal?
It is a bit of all three.The emotion surrounding the willingness and desire to please. To endure for my partner’s pleasure. To give because in the giving is where I receive the release within my heart. I get this. The anticipation of that part of making love is undeniably overpowering. Also, being keenly aware of the her response. Feeling the pressure, pain, pleasure and discomfort at the point of entry. You giving that part of you up yet wanting it. This is highly arousing, again within the heart but also, physically. It is felt within my lower torso.
The fear is a wholly different condition. I have fears about feeling this again. How do I get to this point again? What thoughts arise in her when progression ultimately takes us to a place such as this?
I get a sense of longing from your response Henry. Is this the kind of intimacy you are looking for and fear you will not have again?
Eye, yes. Longing to feel and give love like this.
Whether this was fiction or non-fiction, it was moving and a pleasure to read Eye! <3
Fact or fiction? Does it matter Professor? Glad you enjoyed it!
Mmmm, no it doesn’t matter because the mind is the best, most intense sex-organ far & away and compliments the sensual, erotic, primal body. 😈
Beautiful! I am so moved by reading this. You have captured the struggle, the need, the submission. That is so much more me than a physical tussle.
Yes. Me too. Perhaps it’s a difference between bottoming and submitting though? I was hinking about the prompt and wondering why I didn’t fight or struggle with Him and remembered this time and the closeness after. It was during a particularly demanding time for Him. He needed it. I was proud to give it.
I think that for me there is a difference. I don’t fight when I have chosen to submit. I would only fight/wrestle/struggle in more of a switch scenario. I know for others it is different though.
I don’t switch really. And I understand people do. But I wonder how/why if you have chosen to submit where does the struggle come from? What is it about then?
That might take a post rater than a comment to answer but it comes from the dynamics and the way we play at the edges. Often exploring. My struggle is within me.
This was edge play for us I guess. Further on and further up to go! ? I appreciate your thoughtful comments x
My love of struggling (physically) is closely linked to my consensual non consent kink. I get off on the fight and hugely get off on being physically overpowered. It is not always a part of our play but it is a big kink for me.
Mollyxxx
I can see how that would work ☺
I love the struggle, it’s as close as I will ever get to consensual non con. But I think acceptance is far harder than the fight and struggle.
I think so too. It’s a fine line and I guess I try to be true and honest in the moment, and in pretty much every moment I want Him to take what He wants from me. Sounds soppy but struggling is rarely part of what we do but sometimes, as in this case, present.
There is too much writing about this topic which is cliched or relies on generalities. It is so very good to read something that truly conveys the feelings – physical and emotional – of being in such a relationship, along with the upside and the complications and the inevitable uncertainties. Thank you!