MH SEX: The Man’s Guide To Kinky Sex
This is what happens when naughty girls talk back!
Glamorous Woman Escapes Straight Jacket While Suspended 100 feet on a Burning Rope at the 1983 World Stunt Championships
I saw this cartoon and had to laugh. It is a funny blurb. But then it immediately got me to thinking. It seems as though this is so true in real life. Many times people seem supportive and encouraging, yet they aren’t doing it for your benefit, but rather for their own personal reasons and gain.
Because it’s the way my brain works, I immediately related this picture and my thoughts to this lifestyle. Trust is the cornerstone of it all. Being able to trust someone, or a group of people in this lifestyle is at the core essence of all this is. Domination requires trust. Submission requires trust. If you don’t have that trust then you have nothing. The vultures will try to push and test you, regardless of trust. Don’t let them!
In his essay “Why Anal Hurts” the 40-year-old author is quick to point out that he advocates painful sexual submission, not sexual abuse or rape. However, he still has ideas most feminists would hate. His whole idea is that men were made to penetrate and dominate, and women were made to submit and receive penetration. From an evolutionary point of view, he’s right, and he uses this to justify a man training and hurting a woman with whom he is in a committed relationship:
Darkness fall. A soft rain patters outside.
While I consider our relationship to fall within the umbrella of Taken in Hand (TIH) relationships, I think for us, anal sex has evolved to take the place of spanking. Don’t get me wrong, at the beginning spanking was something we both enjoyed, but it was short-lived and he seems to gravitate the last 8-12 months toward anal domination.
An excellent question. He says he enjoys it because it’s a way to dominate me, totally and utterly. I hate it. It’s like Doule’s experience, which has regrettably been deleted, or this blogger’s depictions of anal orgasms.
Maybe it’s for many reasons. I don’t know everything that goes on in his head, and he is regrettably close-lipped during sex. But I know he likes to control me. Likes how I hate it. Likes how I cry or fight or beg or go limp. Likes how I look as I arch under him. Likes how I clench down on him when he reaches around and pinches my nipples. Likes how I cry out as he rips pleasures out of me. Likes how humiliated I become. Likes how I collapse before him. He tells me these things that he likes, sometimes, as he rides me and I am helpless beneath him.