The Nitty Gritty Part Two

After our little D/s crisis of the other night, where I felt foolish for wanting to ask for anal training, and shut myself down, I keep wanting to ask Daddy, what are we DOING?  I cannot wait for him to get home to have a real conversation, and it is easier for me to write my thoughts anyway, so I email him again:

We’ve had many talks about how D/s feels to you and me, and how and why it excites each of us.  But I don’t think we’ve talked about how we want the process to unfold, what point we want to get to, what exactly we are trying to accomplish with this kind of relationship.  I know right now we’re in discovery mode, and still trying to figure those things out.  But it seems to me that we can’t get past the bumps in the road – like what happens if I am not in the mood to submit – without a mutual agreement on what we are DOING.    

On the surface, we have a basic agreement that I will do whatever you tell me sexually, and you have the right to my body, and so forth.  This agreement has infused incredible heat into our sex life.  And it seems to me that you look at the BDSM type things we’ve been exploring as a menu of options that you may choose from depending on what sounds pleasurable to you at the moment.  That is, of course, as it should be; the submissive is there to serve at the pleasure of the dominant.  

But there is a larger framework in D/s, at least for me.  A framework that I believe requires deeper responsibilities to each other than just the delivery of pleasure or sexual excitement.  I got tangled up in my ideas on anal training the other night.  But it’s not just because “Oh I like it in the ass.”  You talk about butt plugs as if they are part of whatever menu of pleasure you feel like indulging in, when I have been looking at it as something different, something more like the holy grail of submission.  You have been looking at it as something that is “hot” and I have been looking at it as a spiritual requirement.  

I told you I have been reading the book, The Surrender by Toni Bentley, that erotic memoir about anal sex.  I picked it up looking for clues as to why whenever you put a finger, or anything else, in my behind it has such a powerful effect on me.  Maybe if I send you a few snippets, it will help you understand why I made such a stupid deal out of those stupid plugs the other night.

“Bliss, I learned from being sodomized, is an experience of eternity in a moment of real time.  Sodomy is the ultimate sexual act of trust.  I mean you could really get hurt – if you resist.  But pushing past that fear, by passing through it, literally, ah the joy that lies on the other side of convention.  The peace that is past the pain.  Going past the pain is key.  Once absorbed, it is neutralized and allows for transformation.  Pleasure alone is mere temporary indulgence, a subtle distraction, an anesthetization while on the path to something higher, deeper, lower…

“Anal sex is about cooperation.  One is in charge, the other obedient.  Entirely in charge, entirely obedient.  You can’t half-ass butt-fuck… His cock pierces my yang – my desire to know, control, understand, and analyze – and forces my yin – my openness, my vulnerability – to the surface…  As a liberated woman, it is the only way I can get there.  Turned over, ass in the air, I have little choice but to succumb and lose my head.  This is how I can have an experience my feminist intellect would never allow… Emancipation through the back door would never be, for any rational woman, a choice.  It can only happen as a gift.  A surprise.

“I am, you see, a woman who has been in search of surrender my whole life – to find something, someone, to whom I could subsume my ego, my will, my miserable mortality… And then he found me, the man who demanded my submission… If you can let a man ass-fuck you – and only the truly sensitive lover should have that privilege – you will learn to trust not only him but yourself, totally out of control.  And beyond control lies God.  It is through this physical surrender, this forbidden pathway, that I have found myself, my voice, my spirit, my courage.  This is the truth about the beauty of submission.  The power in submission.  It is God’s supreme irony.  Enter the exit; paradise awaits.”

I send those words to Daddy.  I want him to understand the larger context for me.  How I feel like the health of my soul depends on cultivating real dominance and submission between us.  This time his reply is not long in coming:

Oh, wow, lightbulb moment, .. “What are we DOING?”  I thought you were asking that in the rhetorical sense, the bewildered/panicked/relationship-at-stake sense, .. I didn’t realize your question was literal, .. What, indeed, are we doing, in the larger sense?  And, of course, you’ve asked exactly the right question (you always do), .. I’ll admit that I’ve approached our D/s dynamic in a haphazard way, without any end in mind, .. some light reading, a one-page ‘contract’, and off we went, .. Don’t get me wrong, these first few weeks have been incredibly gratifying, .. OMG, the pleasure you’ve given me, .. so many ‘best ever’ moments.  It’s clear now, though, that I have to consider your ‘larger sense’ question.  I hadn’t thought of BDSM (and anal play in particular) as a spiritual pathway. I’ve viewed our evolving D/s dynamic as a way to reveal my truest nature, free myself, .. and yes, “get my rocks off” by having you submit to my every sexual whim , .. It’s so appealing on a raw, physical, visceral level, that masculine-me hadn’t considered the spiritual possibilities.  My mind association has Tantra in that spiritual space and BDSM a purely physical/mental experience.  I hadn’t considered that it was possible to “know God by being fucked in the ass.” .. :))).  You’re right, I had thought of anal sex as a ‘menu item’, but I get where you’re coming from now, .. it can apparently be so much more.

So, what are we doing? .. In my view, stepping back, it involves words/phrases like: ‘pursuing our truest selves’ or ‘pursuing “oneness” with each other’ or even ‘pursuing God’ .. You asked,“What happens if I’m not in the mood to submit, then what?  Will you force me?” .. I am finding that societal restraints are fading as time passes, so the answer is a simple, ‘I will force you to submit’ (Oh, just typing that thrills me), and I don’t know whether you’ve noticed or not, but I feel that I’ve been more and more assertive in that way as our dynamic unfolds, as my truest self is revealed, .. You asked, “What did I mean the other night when I said that I need to be your Daddy?” .. Oh, baby girl, it’s my highest calling, my truest purpose, .. the thought, ironically, makes my heart soar and my cock stiff, .. taking care of you, holding you, cherishing you, loving you more than life itself, .. the bondage, the discipline, your submission, your surrender, .. it all resonates so perfectly well as good and right and even necessary down to my very core.  I don’t know that I can explain it any better than that.

As I read Daddy’s words, I have to squeeze my thighs together to ease the throbbing in my pussy.

He has just rescued me from the terrible suspicion I had the day before that I’d been trapped into being secretly in control, able to manipulate him with my feelings.  And I had noticed that he’s been more willing to impose his will on me in a physical way. I’d also noticed how much it helps me snap out of whatever mental snafu I have gotten myself into.  Daddy manhandling me, pushing and pulling me over his lap the night before, despite my reluctance, was the one peaceful moment I had that evening.

I believe David Deida is right in that the motive of force matters, whether it is motivated by love or not, and that there is a difference between rape and ravishment, though they may look the same on the outside.  And Deida is right too in that anyone with a feminine essence longs to be ravished.  The rougher he is with me the more I feel…  well, the more I feel everything.  More passionately desired and more inside my body and inside of life, and more free from my mind, more surrendered and more peaceful and more right.

I am more and more convinced that BDSM is a kind of secret code to the subconscious, or even spirit itself, a symbolic language that unlocks very deep life and love things.  And oh, I can’t wait for Daddy to get home…