I mentioned earlier about the list I was sent and instructed to fill in and the sheer horror that possessed me when doing so. However as the months progressed and the number of times we could meet increased, we were speaking everyday. It was so different, so new. I mean he just got me. I could tell the man anything (even that I have a slightly disturbing knowledge of serial killers), and at no point did it feel like he just accepted it, he liked it. He liked me.
This in turn inspires confidence to tell him that my opinion on some things had changed. To tell him about the beautiful detailed fantasies I was having at night. Fantasies that I’d have never dare speak of before. Dreams of being used, of being whipped. Dreams of being broken. Now I’m not about to sit here and say to you that I woke up one morning and decided I loved pain. What I am telling you is as your experience grows and you drop all the walls you have naturally built through passed experience and natural inhibitions, you start to realise things about yourself, things that have always been there you just never understood them or how to express them.
With regards to my growth however I am going to speak mainly about masochism as this is a part of me that I believe has grown the most since I entered this world with him. The greatest gift he gave me was the access to my true self. In any important relationship be that with a lover, a family member or a best friend you will notice that things change. Probably why girls think if they spend so much time together their periods will sync. Sorry.. Off topic, but what I mean to say is embrace it! Embrace yourself, do not hold back because you will only regret it.
Now, every time we have played together it has been a memorable experience and I always take something away with me, but one particular scene sticks with me, as the first time I really started to accept that I was some what of a masochist. I had just been punished because I could not remember all my positions.. seriously, I have THE worst memory ever. I was on my knees and rope was keeping me in a very compromising position with clamps on my nipples and rope cutting into me as I moved. The wand (vibrator) pressed against the rope brought pleasure along with a need to move which brought pain. Amidst these sensations new elements were added to amplify the pain and I heard him say four words… Is it too much? It was in that moment that I realised it was not too much, not at all. I loved that it hurt, I wanted it to hurt more and he delivered. That is the short hand version of the scene but as I said that was the first time I had acknowledged that I enjoyed the pain. Speaking with him now, it’s the first time he realised I enjoyed pain and he could develop and grow his sadistic desires with me. It was a special moment we shared together.
I will speak more in detail about masochism in a later post, this post was just about my journey into acceptance. My coming out as a masochist not to anyone but myself and to him,