A recent post over at On Dominance reminded me of a truism that while perhaps difficult to attain pays greater dividends than can be imagined, dividends for life.
Erotic encounters can be the most mind blowing, exciting, and fulfilling parts of human existence. Better yet however is the leading of an erotic life.
Eroticism should not be limited to the bedroom or bedtime alone. It should be an important aspect of our entire lives.
She reentered the dark room knowing that all was prepared. Her spell to create an amulet of protection was well and lovingly laid out. Her submissive was bound for her attentions and trained to push his energy, his lust, and his pain into the spell. The only thing remaining was she herself, the magician and the woman who had laid the spell and would raise the energy that would give it life. She was ready.
The spell was simple enough, laid out with cards representing universal archetypes, and written in a sigil that would later be burned. The important part was infusing that spell with the necessary energy it would need to move from her imagination to her reality. She would use eroticism to raise that energy and working in tandem with her submissive they would direct that energy into her spell instead of allowing it to dissipate, as was so often the case in erotic encounters.
Lust and pain, control and orgasm, pleasure and longing, these were the ingredients she needed for her craft.
She walked towards her submissive, a male: nude and bound over a bench. His ass exposed to her, his cock and balls dangling without hope of protection. He shivered at the thought of what was to come as he heard her high heels clicking on the wooden floor. He was afraid of what was in his immediate future but he needed it as well. He knew that no matter how bad it got for him he needed to suffer at her hands, to cry out in pain as she laughed.
She saw him shiver and smiled. She knew that she wasn't like other women, she didn't grow week in the knees while being romanced by a hunk of a man, but rather the sights and sounds of male suffering and pain excited her. As she reached him she cut a vicious stroke with her cane, delighting as he yelled out at the blow he was unprepared to receive. Eleven cuts with the cane quickly followed the first beginning their shared night of magick and ecstasy.
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Dystopian Longings
Those who've read this blog for a long time have likely noticed that I've never truly settled on a word for the space in which I play. Sometimes I call it my studio, my dungeon, my playspace. I've just never hit upon the word that properly fits the space as I see it, and at the same time is instantly recognizable to everyone who reads the blog.
That is because I view it as a sacred space. Sure it could be considered a studio, a dungeon, a playspace, but those terms are all woefully incomplete, as they do not convey the sacredness of the space. It could be considered a temple, but that word would not be properly recognized and understood by many who read my writings.
I believe that what I do, my bdsm and fetish explorations are sacred, and I believe that the space I do them in is sacred. Those activities and that space is also strikingly joyous and amazingly fulfilling. I find our language too limiting if I am to combine all of these attributes together, the sacred and the profane.
A bdsm scene or ritual is an extremely vulnerable time for the participants. A sacred space is a safe space in which that vulnerability can be manifested. A fetish ritual or scene is extremely intimate and sacred space, through its safety, allows an individual's emotionally protective barriers to fall away so that deep and lasting intimacy can be obtained.
We are all very different. We come from different class backgrounds, different gender identities, and different views of our sexual orientations, often-different cultures. Sacred space must be safe space for everyone, a safe space in which we can set aside our superficial differences and honor those shared activities and rituals by which we reach states of ecstatic bliss.
Sacred space implies a requirement for respect and reverence. Respect and reverence for each other, our time together, and our rituals. BDSM and fetish can be fun in many contexts, in many places, but it can also be so much more than just fun. It can take us to previously only imagined heights of ecstasy and bliss. Those heights require respect and reverence. I believe that my playspace, my sacred space, helps to create those feelings in all those who enter.
A dungeon is just a room with a bunch of bdsm equipment inside. So too can be sacred space. The intention of the people within that room is what makes the difference. Just as intention can make the difference between a scene that's just fun, and a scene that reaches the level of bliss.
I hope that you will come and join me in my sacred space; surely no finer place to suffer and serve has ever been created.
