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Because life is not always black or white.

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I believe my Master said it best in his most recent entry, when he described this lifestyle as "a breath­ing entity that trans­forms with the people in it".  This sentiment, in my opinion is not exclusive to the world of kink; however, I think it describes the desires, the expressions, the extremes in behaviours which are constantly evolving and most often bring ridicule, discrimination and speculation to all those who participate in such an alternative environment.

It would be extremely naive of me, of anyone for that matter, to believe that the exchanges in a B.D.S.M. habitat are void of judgment, on the contrary.  I have been witness to and the target of, numerous hateful, rude and or questioning comments all from within the "community".  I am also, unfortunately, not above casting stones and I have had to censor myself on more than one occasion, silencing my own judgmental thoughts.

To judge appears to be a rather human trait and I can not say that I have ever met a person who does not judge on some level.  This does not mean I condone it, it simply means I acknowledge our flaws and work diligently in moving past them.  This level of growth takes a great deal of time, at least for me and I became acutely aware of my disability when I learned that pet had received 185 strokes with a cane causing serious hematomas on her backside as well as thigh.  When I first heard that she was to receive 312 lashings I believe I stared in complete and utter disbelief that anyone would ever want to inflict such damage as well as why would anyone ever wish to receive such pain.

I am by no means either a sadist or a masochist and therefore I took my own desires into consideration and suspended all feelings of uncertainty and negativity.  I truly wished to speak with Master, to get his point of view since he definitely has sadistic tendencies and he often will help me to remove my blinders and see the world from a different point of view.  Interestingly though, after sharing the information with Master, his response mirrored my own and so I returned to my thoughts  and after a great deal of medical research and introspection I came to the conclusion that desiring to cane someone to the point where a backside turns to shades of black or desiring to have your flesh coloured in shades of black is equivalent to wanting to sprain someone's ankle or wanting to have your ankle sprained: both are serious injuries which cause overall physiological stress on the body.

I am very aware that there are numerous people who would grossly disagree with my comparison and although I respect other people's perspectives, I stand strong with my own convictions.  In this one circumstance I confess it was very difficult for me to not judge and even now as I type this I struggle.  I simply do not comprehend the enjoyment and perhaps much of my thinking has to do with my extensive psychological studies and experience for when I think of a person who enjoys such extremes I can not help but wonder where the motive comes from.  Now, do not misunderstand, I am not insinuating that all people who enjoy levels of pain are working through a psychological ailment; however, I have spoken with many people who identify as either masochist or sadist and after numerous conversations I have discovered that he or she was over compensating for something else.  I personally have worked with and interviewed numerous men and or women who were once self cutters, self harming individuals who turned towards masochism as a means to stop harming themselves and instead ask someone else to do it for them, (there is even a well known movie called The Secretary which depicts that exact situation).

There are far too many variables to investigate with regards to why people become aroused by hurting someone or be aroused by being hurt and I do not believe there will ever be any one answer. Still I can not help but contemplate the motives and try to be accepting all while not being judgmental.  I am certain that there are numerous people who do not agree to the choices I make, (and I have the e-mails to prove it); however, this does not mean I will stop doing what makes me happy, what satisfies my sexual cravings.  Still, I do take time to contemplate when someone makes a comment for I believe it is important to be reflective, to take time every now and then and evaluate my actions.

I may never understand a persons choices nor do I have to agree with them; however, I think it would be negligent for me, for anyone not only in the kink environment, but in all areas of life to not stop and take notice of what is happening and to ask questions. To always ask questions.

~His

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Monday,January 11,2010 at 7:27 pm
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  • Saturday,January 16,2010 at 6:42 amHisHandmaid

    Dear His Only

    There are a lot of people in this world who appear to be work­ing through pain­ful abuse issues from their past, per­haps re-working them in a pos­it­ive way, per­haps harm­ing them­selves fur­ther, who can tell for any­one else?

    But they aren’t the only people for whom heavy impact stuff and ser­i­ous marking/bruising are a delight. I con­sider myself pretty bright, emo­tion­ally intact and inde­pend­ent in real life, with a warm and secure fam­ily back­ground and no past issues, but I have become thrilled by the very sad­istic treat­ment handed out by my Master. 250 from a dragon cane is the worst I’ve had, and some­how, although I hate the pain, some­times towards the end I get away with the fair­ies (endorphins I believe) and I am made embar­rass­ingly wet by being cut and see­ing really vicious bruises. I have no idea why I am like this, and am no mas­ochist. I did like it recently when I begged him not to give me the last 50 with a rid­ing whip I’d been prom­ised, and he just ignored me and car­ried on. His choice of course. It hurt though.

    Equally, when I go on bdsm sites and see people who are ser­i­ously into con­stric­tion and rub­ber — gas masks and those rub­ber sleep­ing bags, etc, I can­not ima­gine what they are get­ting from it and start hyper­vent­il­at­ing just think­ing about it, being very claus­tro­phobic myself. We really are all very indi­vidual re what turns us on, and I don’t sup­pose it’s under any of our control!

    When I start to judge (and I do, often) I always remem­ber that not that long ago I’d have thought someone like me was men­tally unhinged. There will be many who think your struggles in your slave jour­ney are not men­tally healthy for you. I hap­pen not to agree, and find your journal extremely help­ful. Thank you.

    H.

    • Saturday,January 16,2010 at 9:11 pmHis Only

      HisHandmaid,
      To begin I wish to say thank you for shar­ing your own per­sonal exper­i­ences and feel­ings. I value all of our dif­fer­ences, even when I do not under­stand them, which is why wrote this post. I find that there are so many realms to life and espe­cially to the world of B.D.S.M. and I think it is always good to explore through debate and con­ver­sa­tion. I have spent many hours speak­ing with people who con­sider them­selves to be sad­ists as well as those who identify them­selves as mas­ochists and physiolo­gic­ally I can under­stand the sen­sa­tions of pain and pleas­ure. Emotionally I find I still struggle; how­ever, to each his/her own. When I look at pho­to­graphs of men or women with black and blue bruises, cuts into his/her flesh, welts which have broken the flesh I cringe almost to the point where I have to look away, baffled by such such an extreme. With that said though, I do know there are people who look at my choices and do the same thing which is why I do not point fin­gers, rather I ask ques­tions; ques­tions that might very well never have an answer I can under­stand, still I want to ask to learn.

      We all have our own extremes, our “darker” desires and I think it is import­ant to learn, to try to keep an open mind but also to probe when neces­sary to ensure no one is being abused.

      Again, thank you. I do appre­ci­ate your sentiment.

      ~His

  • Wednesday,January 13,2010 at 5:07 pmLauren

    I think every­one is judg­mental, but I don’t always view this as being neg­at­ive. I think it forces us to learn and it helps pre­vent com­plete chaos from occur­ring. I believe it is import­ant, though, that we’re aware of our own beha­viours and you seem to be.

    It’s tough fig­ur­ing out where the “safe” line is drawn (espe­cially in this par­tic­u­lar com­munity), but at least it is being dis­cussed and that you’re not just ignor­ing your own feelings.

    • Wednesday,January 13,2010 at 6:27 pmHis Only

      Lauren,
      I know you and I have spoken on just this topic often and after numer­ous dis­cus­sions I am still up in the air. Sometimes it is dif­fi­cult to simply allow every­one to have his/her own feel­ings without me say­ing my two cents. I think, like everything in life, this too is about bal­ance. I do not like to judge, I know I do, it is my dis­ab­il­ity and I am learn­ing to move past it while still being able to ask ques­tions.
      I think it is very healthy to con­stantly won­der what is okay, what is accept­able, what is safe.

      ~His

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