I am not certain if I believe that the world of kink, dominance -submission, sadism and masochism, bondage and discipline, a total power exchange or any other experience that falls under any of those umbrella’s is healthy. I am not certain the activities in which we, (I), desire are mentally, psychologically sane or productive in ones life and this acknowledgement has only clearly surfaced over the past month or so.
I do not share my thoughts easily. In fact I have been contemplating whether to express myself honestly through this journal because I did not wish to offend anyone, especially my Master and I knew I would not be able to take it back once it was out there.
It is challenging to live in my brain because I feel as though I am in a constant battle and my entire being is torn. How is it that I can have such decadent, vulgar, offensive, degrading, vile, sexually stimulating thoughts – images that flood my mind and bring me to some of the most powerful orgasms I have ever experienced yet simultaneously leave me feeling shameful and confused.
Life is short. I am very aware of just how quickly time passes and at the end of my life I do not want to have regrets about what I did not try; what I was too afraid to experience. I want to embrace all that is available and yet my logical, analytical, psychologically reasoning side screams at me, often telling me that such behaviours are dangerous and depreciating of the human spirit.
My conflict has been heightened as of late and it is due to conversing with a woman Master first spoke with while he was away for business. This woman comes across as confident, self aware, determined and of full mind and spirit and her descriptions of what she wishes to experience, of the life she dreams of matches, scarily so, some of my darkest most gruesome fantasies; sexual escapades that supersede the perverse and both titillate and frighten me all at the same time. She is strong in her convictions of what she wants for her time here on earth and I am in awe at her confidence when she shares what she genuinely desires. With that said, when we first exchanged words I was concerned with her well being because what she described was just too intense, too surreal for me to even begin to imagine. Yes, her thoughts matched my fantasies but for me they are fictitious stories that feed my deviant appetite; for her they are goals: goals she will reach whether that be with me and Master or with another couple/individual.
I work diligently every day not to judge. When I see people interacting in a way I personally do not appreciate I take a deep breath and say to myself, “to each his/her own”. When I read journal entries which describe acts of extreme bondage, torture, degradation I quickly close the window and remind myself, “to each his/her own”. When I have been to a play party and observed an exchange of intense pain and traumatic emotional release of tears and shuddering bodies I abruptly turn around and say to myself, “to each his/her own”. The problem is I am not actually sure “they” will be okay. Here in lies my overwhelming struggle: is the world of BDSM a healthy one or a psychologically damaging one? And how can anyone even determine such a thing? Further more, who is to say what is or is not mentally harming?
When I was younger I did not doubt my sexual/relationship predilections, this uncertainty has only come with time and I have to wonder why? Is it perhaps because I have met and continue to meet numerous people who are psychologically compromised and appear to use the world of BDSM as a crutch, as a means for therapy? Is it because I genuinely believe that some physical and emotional acts people participate in are dangerous and could cause great harm to an individual? Is it because of my previous career and mental health training? Is it because when I first started exploring my thoughts were relatively tame and as I have grown my lustful appetite has grown faster than my self confidence? I would say it most likely is a combination of all of the above and although I can rationalise nearly any behaviour there is still a slight niggle when it comes to my own passions and desired experiences.
It is not easy to say I question the life I lead. On the contrary, it is exceptionally hard but as I have heard many times, “if it is not hard it is not worth it”. I admit I feel shame when it comes to what I hunger for and this is evident from the past two nights with Master when I felt embarrassed for being sexual, for asking Master to spank me; no that is not true, the asking for a spanking did not really embarrass me, it was asking Master to “hurt me” – that was what left my skin hot and face flushed; that and for being aroused by taking the pain and seeing how happy Master was when I kept asking for more.
I have a tremendous amount of self exploration left to do along with gaining confidence in being comfortable with what I desire, having tolerance for what others desire and being self assured in my response when I do not agree with what others do. I will continue to grow and like all things there will be changes; what I do not want to change though is my place with Master: as his slave, as his property. That is something I am still very confident about.
~cockdoll
(Art found on Deviantart.com; artist unknown after a lengthy investigation of trying to find who created this beautiful piece of work.)

