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Hey gang,
I'm interested in exploring what MESM (mental / emotional sadomasochism) is for you. Is it a form of power exchange? Is it about letting go of, or taking, control? Is it the emotional connection? Or is it simply your favourite way to hurt, or be hurt?
I think, for me, it's mainly a form of sadism. It's my favourite form. I've said often, I like to hurt the one I love. MESM allows me to do that in such a personal, creative manner. Finding those things which that person struggles with, and forcing them to endure it. That might be removing their right to privacy in the bathroom. Forcing them to look at me when they orgasm. Or simply placing them in the middle of the room, naked.
I like control, and MESM enables me to use that control to create negative emotions within them (sadness, embarrassment, humiliation, dislike. . . take your pick).
Which leads me onto abuse. I want to feel like an abuser. I'm going to reiterate the words feel like, as consent is the all important difference between real abuse. There's an inherent power in being an abuser, a bully, someone who is mean and uncaring. MESM affords me the power to take, use, demand, demean, and allows me to place my person in an altered state. One which acknowledges the difference in the status we each possess at that moment.
[ ✓ ] sadism
[ ✓ ] power exchange
[ ✓ ] control
[ ✓ ] emotional connection
Sometimes I wonder if my questions are too airy 🤔 Maybe tomorrow we'll have one about being pissed on. 🤣
For me, I love being a toy, an object. A vessel for his enjoyment. There's no bond, no attachment, no emotions. I'm simply there for his entertainment. That's incredibly humbling and embarrassing at the same time.
This unspoken power exchange fascinates me. A stranger, whom I know nothing about will spend the night molding me into his vision of conquest. Contouring my body, polluting my mind, reshaping my insides. He need not care about my comfort or enjoyment. It's not about me. It's about him. It's about glorifying his status, and diminishing mine.
My most memorable moments are those with men who understand this sadist power transfer. Who bully me into submission. Who misogynistic demands implore obedience. My mouth is not for speaking, it's for swallowing. My mind is not for thinking, it's for adapting.
At the end, I'll look in the mirror. And see not a powerful woman, but a filthy and used toy. That reflective moment, is when I see my true identity. And for that, I'm forever grateful and humble to the sadist man that enlightened me to see this.
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