So I’m in London, studying with Barbara Carellas. We did an exercise today in her Urban Tantra class that put me for the first time in a d/s headspace as the dominant. It was a pretty simple rope thing with blindfolds. Simple, of course, until you actually started doing it.
I was filled with wonder, and humbled by awe and filled with rage. Wondrous at how much this person trusted me…humbled by the faith, awed by the trust…. And fierceness…a fierce protectiveness I don’t believe I’ve ever felt in that way before. They were mine they were pack I would gladly haul open the viscera of anyone trying to hurt them…I felt a broad spectrum of feelings and then as I held this person down pulled them up and realized I was in a position of remarkable emotional power…a part of me…the Observer Mind…became furious. Enraged when I remembered all of those who squander, devalue and fail to nurture & protect that submission that is so freely and wonderfully given.
It is a common trope that tops / dominants / masters should feel the kiss of a whip or thud of a flogger before they administer it to anyone. Some even believe that masters should serve or apprentice before owning.
Verily I now say unto thee that all slaves or submissives should get off their asses and go feel what it is to have power over someone else, to have that pure, effulgent trust, to gaze into the depths of someone who shares that submissive spirit and then see what that awakens within them. Then…then? Look to your owner. Your dominant. Your master. The people before whom you kneel. Are they awed? Fierce? Humbled? Grateful? Wondrous of this profound connection?
Fantastic. You are being valued.
Well…now you have a decision to make.