Dec 3, 2012


In my most recent post about my first MIR, I briefly mentioned my time at a pair of bars one evening during the event. Here is that experience in a little more detail along with something I learned about myself:

I was kneeling in a leather bar, wearing a rubber shirt and jeans. My hands were handcuffed behind my back and I rubbed my head against a young Dom's leg as he rubbed my head with his hand. Another Dom friend, Fossil9, stood with us. The floor was cold, hard, uncomfortable concrete.  Strangers looked on with interest. Oddly though, I was as comfortable as one might be in a warm bed after a long day.

This was somewhat of a moment of revelation to me. Sure, I knew I enjoyed submitting. I knew I enjoyed kneeling. I certainly knew I enjoyed being restrained, even in its simplest form. For some reason though, it all hit me at that moment. As I look back on it, I think it had to do with the fact that my time kneeling that night was unlike any other times I had knelt by my Dom. In that particular instance, there was little else to keep me busy. There were no orders to carry out or goals to meet. There was no 'scene' to keep my mind occupied. I was just a sub with his thoughts, in his place at the Dom's feet.  And it was perfect.

No comments: