Let’s start things off with this. It’s originally from Tumblr and it’s one of the most erotic images I’ve ever seen. This girl has a lovely face and body and besides that there are so many things about it that I love: In particular, she’s utterly naked except for her collar and cuffs, and yet she almost demurely covers her breasts and pussy. I also very much appreciate the angle of the shot, the position of her knee, her look of concentration, the slightly pursed lips…
Whether it’s rain or the spray from a sprinkler, I imagine the arrival of cold water is a delightful way to change a girl’s mood and attitude towards life - particularly when she’s in no position to object or resist…
There is something very grounding about cold, something that strips away illusions, brings one fully into the body, stops something being a lovely, pretty, story in one’s mind and makes it a very real experience that’s definitely happening right now. That can make for a good moment to see submission as it really is - the cost of it, the reality of it, the challenge of it, and the base, physical, reality of not having control over your situation. That can be so very powerful… and deeply rewarding in the long term.
Naked, exposed, utterly unable to defend yourself… such a sweet time. Your body is a plaything - you just don’t realise it most of the time. I play with my toys rather roughly, but don’t worry, with a little luck nothing will break permanently. This is your natural state, your true purpose, and nothing else matters but what I choose to do with you. Just surrender to the moment now, stop your struggling, and accept every twisted use I put you to.
A pretty little girl, all splayed out and vulnerable, eyes seeking some form of contact, some form of connection and… and what? And mercy? And understanding? Or just simply connection? Trying to reach out, one soul to another, to make a connection, to form a bridge, so that energy and empathy and understanding can flow…
Suffering, pain, humiliation, degradation… the infliction of these is no barrier to love. Often, in fact, it removes the barriers and forms the bridge.
When minutes, then hours, then days pass… when dates are broken and deadlines missed… when work is not attended and friends are not contacted… when the panic of ‘important’ acts not done turns to understanding that nothing but this is important… when the rest of the world fades in priority, in memory, in value… Then you take your journey into your true self, and discover what you actually are.