Flak

NOTE: I occasionally catch some flak for my ‘extreme’ stories and I want to respond not out of defensiveness or rebuttal, but just as food for thought and conversation... and to kind of give you, the reader, a sense of my own mind.

IMHO one of the ‘benefits’ of a good mind-fucking is to examine limits. For instance, in my story ‘Her.‘, he is unsure whether her extreme threats are real or simply to terrorize him because she relishes feeling his fear of her and loves her power over him, exercised or not.

So if some domme was to say to you, “Once I finish chaining you inescapably to this cross and gagging you, I’m going to…”
Tweak your nose. Pinch your nipple. Spank you. Slap your cock. Use this flogger on you. Whip you. Whip you until you bleed. Whip you until you pass out from pain. Cut you with a knife. Smother you unconscious, possibly to death…
At what point did you balk? What is your limit on her desire? Where do you draw the line and place your comfort/safety over her wants and needs? What can she have from you and what can she not have? Would you cut yourself? Push needles into your skin? Pierce yourself? Submit to hypnosis and mind control? Commit a minor fraud? Take mind altering drugs at her whim?

Every day people tell one another, “I’d do anything for you”, “I love you completely”, “I am yours forever”, “Til death do us part” and 99.999999% of the time it simply isn’t true. It’s hyperbole. But what if the person saying it understood the ramifications of his statements, was impeccable in his words, and truly meant them? The Bible is full of people basically saying these same things to God and making great sacrifices to him… and almost nobody balks at those. Going one step further, in the present Middle East and elsewhere people martyr themselves for a cause regularly because they have deep feelings and beliefs in their cause. And what of the man in 127 hours who hacked his own arm off to save his life? We refer to him in heroic terms. I say “hacked” because he had to break both his arm bones and cut through skin, muscle and tendons to do it. Does the image of breaking your own arm and cutting it off make you squirm? It does me. The world is full of extremes and they generally make us uncomfortable. Thinking about them disrupts our safe, comfy existence so we generally don’t. But I think it’s hard to come to know your true inner self while staying safe and comfy, and it is doubly hard for others to see your inner self – unless you can know you and express it.

Lastly, I think a woman’s question, “What would you endure for me?” and your response acts as an indicator of your ego (and probably sense of self-worth) against the strength of your belief in what I think is the very real divinity of women. Do you truly believe women are something more akin to being a God than you are and if so, at what point would you deny God just because your ego tells you your comfort, your wants and needs are more important?

What would you endure? Where are your limits?

Then ask your honestly…. Why?

P.S. I also think that there is an age element to my views. I am 63 and the idea of castration for example holds no real fear for me. After all, I am not planning on any more children (I think it would be a disaster at this point in my life) and my sex life is virtually nil anyways. I’m probably not many years from prostate problems and impudence, so if I could provide a once-in-a-lifetime peak experience for a woman/women by sacrificing my balls? Sure.

Equally, death is far less concerning than it was when I was 20,30,40… and had a long life ahead of me. As my wife is find of saying, “Things to do! Places to go! FUN. TO. HAVE!!!!” With luck, I have perhaps a decade left and I’ve experienced and accomplished enough to feel fulfilled and content with my life. If it is to end, then as a sacrifice to love (albeit a twisted love in many people’s eyes) and utter devotion to an ideal isn’t the worst way to go. 🙂

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