I often say that BDSM play is so compelling because it strips you nakeder than naked–meaning, you are more exposed when submissive than you ever could be by simply taking off your clothes.
It’s not enough to be known as a person, as a man, as a sexual being. You want all of your secrets admitted and laid bare. You want to be understood and accepted for the submissive person you are underneath all of your outer facade.
Sometimes I think of myself as the keeper of secrets, invited into that place most women don’t even know exists inside your mind. Submission is something women do with rich men who push past their boundaries and tie them up sorta-kinda against their will. Submission is for the weak, the indecisive, the easily manipulated.
Wouldn’t the world be stunned to find out that the face of submission stares back at them through your eyes? They’d never believe YOU’RE a submissive, would they?
Even if you sheepishly tell the women in your life who you are, they treat it like a phase. They halfheartedly play along, thinking if they indulge you a little, then it’ll be their turn to be the one thrown down on the bed and ravished. The resistance you feel from the women you love eventually causes you to drop the subject entirely, and things always go back to the way they were.
Nobody really understands that this is not just something you like to play at, this is who you are. To deny your submissive side is to ignore huge aspects of your personality and character. To reject this part of you is to, on some levels, to reject the most intimate and vulnerable you.
Nobody gets that–but I do. I understand that your submission cannot ever be removed from the rest of you. I adore the submissive man you are, and I’m MORE than happy to use all of you for my pleasure!
So when you’re feeling frustrated because you don’t feel like anyone gets you, give me a chance to be the one who DOES get you. Don’t you owe that to yourself?