I’ve realized something: the more Dominatrix work I do, i.e. the more I get paid to emasculate men, the more sexually submissive I want to be in my “real life”. Basically, the more I whip people, the more I want to get whipped. Why is that? I see a similar desire in other people too, for example these powerful banker guys who get paid to boss people around all day, who then show up at the dungeon in the evenings and want to be forced into a leopard print thong and told to lick the floor. It seems that in sex, we’re constantly searching for the other extreme.
I’ve always been pretty dominant in bed. Not consciously–it’s just that my entire life I’ve been attracted to these young, skinny, meek boys, so it made sense for me to be the one to take control. To be honest, if I’d waited for them to make the first move, nine times out of ten the sex probably wouldn’t have happened.
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With my boyfriend Hamilton the sex is pretty evenly balanced. More often than not I initiate it (I have no patience), but there are no real defined power roles, and I’ve always been OK with that. But now suddenly, every time we fuck I secretly just want him to beat the shit out of me. Like, you know how they say our taste buds change every seven years? Well it seems my sexual tastes are changing, suddenly and dramatically. I think that’s why I’ve been so into anal recently–I like the power dynamic of it, and the fact that during it I feel, like, helpless or whatever. That might sound cheesy and over-dramatic, but writing about sex is inherently pretty cheesy and over-dramatic, so deal with it.
But the thing is, since I’ve never actively wanted my bf to hit me or choke me or any of that before, now that I do, the only way to let him know is to tell him to do it. But it’s kind of a catch-22, because telling someone to spank you isn’t exactly a submissive act, is it? You’re still the one in command. How does one work around this?
“I was thinking…” I said to him a recent evening, “that maybe next time we fuck we could role-play, like, a rape scene or something.”
“We don’t have to role-play; you rape me all the time.”
“No, I mean like you rape me.”
“Oh…” He stood there knobby-kneed, his lanky legs like two toothpicks protruding from the bottom of his red boxer shorts. His upper body was draped in a white Oxford shirt which, even though it was purchased in the boys’ department, was clearly over-sized. He looked like the adult version of the kid who got beat up at recess.
“Like maybe,” I continued, “we could get some rope and you could tie me up and hit me a bit, and then force me to suck your dick or something.”
“I don’t know… I’m not really into all that to be honest.”
“But why?” I whined. “You’re always bossing me around in “real life.” Why can’t you translate that attitude into a sexual situation?”
“Please stop making false accusations regarding my behavior.”
“Oh whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes for dramatic affect.
“What, so you’re angry now?”
“I just want you to hit me and I don’t understand why you won’t!”
“BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO!”
“Whoa,” I said, taking a a step back. “I’ve never heard you yell like that before. It was kind of… hot.”
He let out a long exhale of seeming defeat, then flopped down onto the bed behind him. The way he was hunched over, his body looked broken, under-inflated. After a long pause he said, “Are you going to blog about this conversation?”
“I don’t know, maybe.”
“Uggghhhh…”
“What?”
“I just don’t understand why you insist on sharing everything with the entire world.”
“The easiest kind of relationship for me is with 10,000 people, the hardest is with one.”
He frowns. “I’m sorry, I take that back. I respect your blog. I just wish you’d portray me more as a benevolent scholar and less as an anal rapist.”
“That anal rape post was hot! I think my blog is helping to advance your image as an indie sex symbol.”
“I don’t need your help on that front, thank you,” he says, adjusting his perpetually crooked, wire frame glasses. Then, “What’s so funny?”
“I’m sorry, I just can’t take you seriously when you’re not wearing pants.”
“I can’t take you seriously ever because you’re a woman and therefore intrinsically irrational,” he says, fighting an obvious smile.
“I hate you,” I say.
“A lot?”
“No.”
hopefully hamilton doesnt actually believe women are “intrinsically irrational”
if he does you could certainly do better
agreed. why does a penis equate logic anyway?
i think it’s a joke dude
micah, i was gonna ask the exact same question! even if he wasnt seriously its not very funny..
It was a joke. If it doesn’t come across that way I guess it’s my fault.
I don’t know how much I agree with the above comments, I think it’s not so unusual for a guy to say a thing like that in this situation. While it def isn’t true to say all women are intrinsically irrational I sometimes understand how guys might feel that way. No offence intended.
Great post btw
did you have a recorder to record this conversation or is your memory really that good or did you just embellish the initial real conversation?
i like reading about the two of you together
oh no
outraged feminists
Did you just watch or buy Buffalo ’66? is that why you’ve been posting screencaps of it? On that note though, Vincent Gallo is so fucking hot
Yeah I did. I forgot hot good it was. He is so beautiful in that movie I could die.
he is easily contactable and i bet he would love to fuck you, karley. you should email him. just go to his site and find the email. he answers when he wants, no shit
Watch out Karley, the bra burners are coming for you.
I don’t know how I found your blog, but now I find that I can’t stop reading it. I’m a feminist lesbian and even I got that your boyfriend was joking. He sounds pretty adorable. I hope he eventually gives in and you can be as submissive as you want in bed.
I just realized, you would love the singer of Deerhunter. Emaciated, awkward, tall etc
http://stereogum.com/img/deerhunter_boweryballroom.jpg
http://www.ishitmusic.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/Deerhunter.jpg
Oh I’m familiar :) He’s gay!
Why is everything about yous twos relationship so peachy keen and cool? Sigh, I want an iconic indie sex boyfriend.
Oh that boy who I wrote you about (should I or shouldn’t I put him in a straitjacket?). Well we got around that issue by making up a joint sex fantasy story. We always MSN and TXT each other advancing the story.
It allows us to better frame what we want sexually by making up a fantasy sex land that isn’t explicitly tied to us. It gets around the entire “telling someone to degrade you isn’t a submissive act”. It lets each of us know where we can expand on what we are already doing (you can see themes from some weeks when we see each other magically pop up) and it also gives you more perspective on what they are thinking/really want themselves.
Is it just me or is this a post about them being in an argument?
I’m voting for you two as best couple of the year for my school yearbook…
haha oh my god ya’ll are beautiful
I think Hamilton should provide additional audio commentary for all these posts. Just to hear him go “urrrrrrghhhh” out of my speakers.
Ou I feel like I was the one making this post! I have like the same “problem” or whatevah and don’t know what to do, but also it feels kind of wrong when the guy is so “tiny with toothpick legs”. But maybe that would be making it even hotter?