Post by Jan Graham
I often have discussions with friends and other people I
meet about BDSM. It just seems to be a topic that comes up around me,
especially now with some many people knowing about Fifty Shades. There are two
statements that reoccur in many of the conversations. ‘I could never be a sub because I’m not into pain.’ and ‘I could never let a man hit me.’
Admittedly a lot of erotic romance does highlight painful
pleasure and activities such as spanking. I include those in my novels as well,
but the fact remains there are a lot of lifestyle practices that don’t include pain
or impact play. For the sake of this post I’m sticking to D/s relationships as
SM definitely falls into the pain category. In simple terms, Dominance and submission
is about a consensual power exchange. How the exchange manifests is up to the
individuals involved. Just like some subs don’t like painful activities, not
all Doms like inflicting pain. Punishment doesn’t have to be corporal is D/s
relationships and neither do sexual activities.
Acts that some people consider
a little kinky are in fact based in D/s practices. Being bound,
whether it is with a scarf or fluffy handcuffs and tied to a bed or having your
body tied with rope in a shibari technique is an act of bondage.
It’s also an act of submission, giving
control of your body and what happens next to a dominant partner. And what
happens next doesn’t have to include, as some of my friends refer to it,
being hit.
Sensation play with the use of feather ticklers, a pinwheel
run lightly over sensitive areas of the body, the use of hot and cold
substances like wax or ice cubes, being blindfolded and fed by your Dom all
require trust and are forms of submission. If anything, these activities are
far from painful and can be quite erotic. A Dom and sub engaging in orgasm
control (i.e. a sub being denied orgasm, told when to orgasm or being made to
orgasm repeatedly) is a popular practice in a lot of D/s relationships and can
be achieved without inflicting pain.
When it comes to discipline most people’s minds immediately
go to spanking or other acts of corporal punishment. I like to explain the use
of non corporal discipline in a D/s relationship as being similar to how a
parent might punish a child without smacking them. The possibilities are
endless. A Dom may command his sub to sit in the corner or on a punishment
stool. Deny them something they particularly enjoy or require them to do
something they don’t enjoy.
BDSM doesn’t have to be a pain in the butt and that’s
something I like about Dominance and submission, the flexibility of it. There
is something for almost everyone. It’s a lifestyle that’s as individual as all
of us, whether you’re into pain or not.
For those of you who’d like a titillating example of this
form of D/s relationship some are included in my novel, Playing Jax. The books
Dom, Steve takes great delight in resisting spanking Rhia, his prospective sub.
Instead he engages in erotic acts of dominance to introduce her into the BDSM
lifestyle before moving onto the more traditional spanking/impact activities. I
hope you enjoy the excerpt below.
Excerpt from Playing Jax by Jan Graham.
Steve opened the wooden box and pulled out a razor, filling
her with a sense of trepidation. She’d expected a disposable razor like she’d
bought to use on her legs and underarms. The old- fashioned cutthroat razor
looked like new. The steel caught the light as he unfolded it from the handle
to reveal the blade.
“I inherited it from my grandfather.” Rhia gulped nervously,
her eyes fixed on the shiny blade. “I will never do anything to endanger you,
Rhia. Do you believe me when I say that?” He stroked her curls and tenderly ran
his fingers along either side of her pussy lips.
Rhia’s heart pounded, a fragment of fear edging at her mind.
She started into his eyes and glanced toward the blade and back again. “I
believe you and I trust you. I was just expecting something plastic.”
He chuckled as he bent forward. He kissed her curls lovingly
and whispered see you again soon against her mound. She closed her eyes
as the razor moved between her legs. He trimmed away the excess hair, the blade
never coming near her skin. She opened her eyes when warm water trickled over
her sex as he moistened the remaining hair. The water soothed her skin, even as
the heat of arousal began to build inside her. He applied the soapy lather to
her skin using an old-fashioned shaving brush. Rhia moaned as his fingers moved
gently over the area. The impersonal brush discarded, he massaged along the
crest of her sex, fingers sliding along either side of her lips.
“You are so beautiful, baby, and so responsive, even to the
gentlest of my touches. My cock is pounding in my jeans as I do this for you.
It’s so damn hard.”
She watched him wipe his fingers clean of soap and once again
pick up the razor. The skin pulled taught beneath his fingers and a shiver
thrilled her spine as he removed the first of the hair. He shaved her
effortlessly, like he’d done it a million times before.
She began to ache for him, moisture building between her lips.
Her nipples peaked beneath her bra, and her breath became shallow as unfamiliar
sensations flowed over her. She responded to everything he was doing, the water
warming her skin, the creaminess of the soap against her flesh, the tickle of the
brush, and then the coolness of the blade as it stroked over her.
“Oh my god, this is so…so…I don’t know what it is. It’s—”
“Erotic,” the word came softly from his lips.
“Erotic,” Rhia breathed the word and the blade of the razor
once again slid over her taught skin. She heard the light scraping sound and
wanted to sigh. “I don’t understand what’s happening. All you’re doing is
shaving me.”
“I’m doing more than that, sweetness.” He kissed her inner
thigh. She couldn’t hold back the groan that indicated her overwhelming
arousal. “I am tending to your needs. I’m touching your sex. When you look down
at me you see me watching the most intimate part of you. Your body’s reacting
to the combined memory of what we’ve shared together, my possession of this part
of you. The way I’ve stroked you with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock and
the pleasure you experience from those acts.”
Rhia felt like she might come just hearing his words. His
deep, husky voice sounded so sensual and when he gazed up from between her
thighs, his eyes, filled with heated lust, sparkled the deepest shade of blue
sapphire. Her pussy clenched at the sight of him. Warm water on the soft
washcloth eased away the residual lather that tainted her skin. He cupped her
now-naked mound, stroked across her, his long fingers easing between her lips.
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