rightkindofme
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I was in a relationship for four years that was primarily a bdsm relationship. We were both exhibitionists. We had a lot of public sex together. For the middle two years we had a Master/slave dynamic and he did a lot to sexually humiliate me in public because that was his thing.
It wasn't a career move (I have never been a sex worker but I know a lot of them and think that it is a reasonable career for someone who is more emotionally stable than I am) and it wasn't abuse.
The weird thing about consensual bdsm with someone who is worthy of trust is--you can do pretty heinous things and you always have a way to make it stop. It only happens if you ask for it and like it. Most of the really extreme play we did (I'm a rather extreme masochist) was at my initiation. We stopped because we made him uncomfortable--not me.
I enjoyed it at the time. I feel neither liberated nor exploited. It's just something I did. I feel like my life is a series of "Well that is the natural conclusion of ____ pattern" and I feel that it is good that I no longer feel the need to make my sexuality about someone else's voyeuristic pleasure. I still have sex in public sometimes because I enjoy having sex near where other people are having sex. At this point I only go to such parties once or so a year.
The year after I left my Owner I went nuts. I f*cked everything on two legs. My body count went from being in the 30's to being over a hundred in less than a year. And I kept going from there. A great deal of this sex was at sex parties with people I was "friends" with but whom I really barely knew and I ceased to know them when I stopped sleeping around. We no longer had much use for one another I guess.
For a long time I didn't think I was capable of being monogamous. My way of dealing with repeated sexual assault was to stop saying no to sex and start actively pursuing it as hard as I could. I don't think I was wrong for reacting in that way but I also don't want to model such behavior for my children. I was taught to think of myself as a whore (even though I never entered sex work) from childhood.
At this point I have a lot of vanilla sex with my husband. We are monogamous at this point though we weren't for the first few years. I feel like I still have a very complicated relationship with sex. I still largely do it because I want someone to like me, but now it is just one person who is really nice to me. We do the occasional spanking but I haven't done a heavy bdsm scene since before I had kids.
I suspect I will try to talk my husband into heavier bdsm some day. For now, while I have two little girls in my house, I really appreciate that I am being treated gently and kindly. He's a really nice guy. He is becoming more outspokenly feminist by the year in his various jobs. (He's a software engineer so he deals with a lot of misogyny.) I feel respected. I don't feel used.
I still see my former Master around socially sometimes. I feel glad that I decided that what he had to offer wasn't good enough for me for the rest of my life. I deserve more than he had to give. But I don't wish him ill. He lived up to his agreements--he was just careful to keep my expectations low. Ha. He's not a bad guy but he is a bad boyfriend. All of his ex-girlfriends agree. Ha.
It wasn't a career move (I have never been a sex worker but I know a lot of them and think that it is a reasonable career for someone who is more emotionally stable than I am) and it wasn't abuse.
The weird thing about consensual bdsm with someone who is worthy of trust is--you can do pretty heinous things and you always have a way to make it stop. It only happens if you ask for it and like it. Most of the really extreme play we did (I'm a rather extreme masochist) was at my initiation. We stopped because we made him uncomfortable--not me.
I enjoyed it at the time. I feel neither liberated nor exploited. It's just something I did. I feel like my life is a series of "Well that is the natural conclusion of ____ pattern" and I feel that it is good that I no longer feel the need to make my sexuality about someone else's voyeuristic pleasure. I still have sex in public sometimes because I enjoy having sex near where other people are having sex. At this point I only go to such parties once or so a year.
The year after I left my Owner I went nuts. I f*cked everything on two legs. My body count went from being in the 30's to being over a hundred in less than a year. And I kept going from there. A great deal of this sex was at sex parties with people I was "friends" with but whom I really barely knew and I ceased to know them when I stopped sleeping around. We no longer had much use for one another I guess.
For a long time I didn't think I was capable of being monogamous. My way of dealing with repeated sexual assault was to stop saying no to sex and start actively pursuing it as hard as I could. I don't think I was wrong for reacting in that way but I also don't want to model such behavior for my children. I was taught to think of myself as a whore (even though I never entered sex work) from childhood.
At this point I have a lot of vanilla sex with my husband. We are monogamous at this point though we weren't for the first few years. I feel like I still have a very complicated relationship with sex. I still largely do it because I want someone to like me, but now it is just one person who is really nice to me. We do the occasional spanking but I haven't done a heavy bdsm scene since before I had kids.
I suspect I will try to talk my husband into heavier bdsm some day. For now, while I have two little girls in my house, I really appreciate that I am being treated gently and kindly. He's a really nice guy. He is becoming more outspokenly feminist by the year in his various jobs. (He's a software engineer so he deals with a lot of misogyny.) I feel respected. I don't feel used.
I still see my former Master around socially sometimes. I feel glad that I decided that what he had to offer wasn't good enough for me for the rest of my life. I deserve more than he had to give. But I don't wish him ill. He lived up to his agreements--he was just careful to keep my expectations low. Ha. He's not a bad guy but he is a bad boyfriend. All of his ex-girlfriends agree. Ha.