Comments on: Q: How Do I Keep a Sadist Interested?

By: Tara

Tara — Wed, 14 Dec 2011 03:24:30 +0000

I keep coming back to read the poetry, the essays here. They have a power that touches me in a way I can’t really talk to anyone about, not even the so-called sadists that I happen to know. It’s dreamy for me for imagine that such a creature actually lives, one who could slip so deeply inside me and share such a symbiotic relationship with me. Not everyone gets this. And it’s such a delicious treat to find this website.

By: Cuffup

Cuffup — Mon, 08 Aug 2011 17:07:13 +0000

One word.…ouch.

By: journeyluvsart

journeyluvsart — Sat, 07 May 2011 16:18:53 +0000

Your ability to so adeptly explain Yourself evokes a total and absolute rawness of emotion in me that I have not often felt. I know You not, yet at the same time I feel You know me. You touch a place in my inner soul that few have ever even known was there.….including myself. Your words are urging me to further explore myself and fit those limits and parts of myself I have yet to find.

By: Haiku

Haiku — Wed, 08 Dec 2010 13:52:05 +0000

ooohhhh. I don’t know if I can properly type the sigh of awakening understanding and desire that escaped me when I read this. I probably shouldn’t try, looks a bit like a ghostly exclamation or a moan of pain. Perhaps it is both. Or neither, I haven’t had my coffee yet and my last bite marks are starting to fade, so I’m drifting in the ether of my own head rather than the grounded sort of faith I feel when my skin remembers more vividly the touch of pain and surrender.

Which is my way of saying forgive my clumsy delight, but thank you for sharing this. I understand a bit more, I think, of what it is that such a variety of dominant and sadistic lovers find attractive in my surrender, and understanding makes it more comfortable to give.

Haiku

By: Khandroma

Khandroma — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 16:25:08 +0000

Q.) How do I keep a Sadist interested?
A.) By being interesting!

~giggles and blushes fiercely~

You get to me. And you get me. And you always will. There’s nowhere to run, and no place to hide because I crave what you are so profoundly. I’ve said before that you hold me captivated between your teeth, and now I almost want to add suspended to that description, though it is already implicit and I know we both FEEL it. Fuck, you just… you dangle me over the precipice, the chasm, the darkness, and somehow from that place I reflect more Light than I ever have, more Devotion than I knew possible, more openness than before. You tear my heart open. And that pain is so fucking delicious. Thank you.