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What a brilliant little essay, Mistress Rey, thank you for sharing this. So much of our identities and personalities—things that feel as solid and necessary as the air we breathe—is contingent on fleeting factors beyond our control. Often enough fashions and norms change without us knowing, and our tastes, and even our identities, chance accordingly without much notice. Clearly it's possible to find ways to rebel. (I never knew there were Victorians with nipple piercings!) And clearly some people, like you, can cultivate a wider view and train themselves to observe contingencies and changes as they arise and fall. Yet I wonder how much freedom from this kind of contingency is possible... Existentialists have worried about this problem for a while, but the way your essay resolves into sensuality and play gives me a different thought. Rather than can we be free I want to ask whether it even matters whether we can be free. I really love the playfulness and creativity of your view. You show how the limitations and restrictions of the past can be transformed into possibilities for the present. I love that you assert both that we've come a long way and that old ways can benefit us now. Some people might see these as contrasting ideas, but in your hands they complement and deepen each other. I'm reminded somewhat of the Epicureans. We use that word as a stand-in for hedonism, and we think of hedonism as little more than gluttony, but the Epicureans—and you—prove how profound hedonism can be. Gluttony dulls the senses; in the right hands, the pursuit of pleasure heightens and sensitizes them. In the end your musings take us to the idea for a game, a fun and pleasurable game... and it's a game that both relies on and leads to a profound feeling, sensitivity, insight... the privilege of intimacy. Who cares about freedom when we can have that?

I hear that, Dannyboy!

I don't imagine this will trigger anyone, but, honestly, I just didn't know where else to post it...

Sounds like a risk I want to take!!!

I'd squeak and tremble like a foolish little mouse who doesn't realize he's about to step into a trap, and, after groveling hopelessly at your feet, at your command I'd put myself into position and snap the table shut myself, exposing myself to you... to endure your stomps and your scratches and your tormenting threats... I know how much a cat likes to toy with her prey! And if you weren't satisfied by stomping, I would, if you would allow, put myself to work kissing and rubbing the beautiful feet that had just bruised me... but if you would not allow me, or if my worship didn't satisfy you either, I would present my body to you for as much punishment as you could dole out... and while enduring your harsh blows, I would wish and hope for the moment when the work became too trying, and you needed to unburden yourself of your restricting catsuit... And then I would dare turn and look and see your full loveliness, with the hope that you wouldn't blindfold me as punishment for daring to look... ...and then I would squeak and tremble...

Why are we drawn to the people who become our friends? In many cases, my friendships with women started because I found them attractive and introduced myself, but then for one reason or another it became a friendship rather than something romantic or sexual. Even though I cherish most of these friendships, and am content keeping (most of) them platonic in the sense of non-sexual, I don't think this fits our Head Mistress's query, since, in the right circumstances, I'd go for it. But so what? It's definitely difficult to have a sustainable friendship if one of the friends is actively pining after the other, but simply finding someone attractive is a very different matter. The friendships I have with my close female friends are true friendships, even if I do sometimes wonder what they taste like (And even sometimes get to find out )

I'm not sure what Mistress Rey will write in response to your question, Dannyboy, but my answer is: YES! Mistress Rey can make a sub tingly all over with nothing but a single word... luckily for us she likes to use a lot more than just words on us

I haven't heard of Atsuko Kudo before, but I just spent some time perusing her site... wow, now I'm picturing you stepping into one of the Fortress rooms in one of her catsuits what a vision...!

Hmmmm... I can't think of any I'm confident would not like to jump my bones, now tha you ask. Damn! As for fuck buddies... maybe I'm just too demanding. (Like Prince LOL, but he doesn't lack fuck buddies.) I haven't tried Tinder, but I think I'd be bad at it. I'm too *something.* Unpracticed? Honest? Intense? Some combo of things like that

Both my results and my guess!

The Handcuffs You’re very diplomatic, logical, and able to see things from all sides. A total engineer, you’ve never met a problem you couldn’t elegantly solve, even if it requires a little bit of out-of-the-box thinking.

I realize now that I find all of my closest female friends attractive, whether or not I have any strong desire to try to get in the sack with them. Does the mere fact of finding someone fuckable rule out being *truly* platonic? ...that sort of sounds like a question Archer would ask, so I'll take it that the answer is obvious. But I do have some female friends who I'm not attracted to... so... yes? I regret making it this far in life without any fuck buddies. I'll have to try to do something about that at some point.

Oh no! Sorry Head Mistress But the primitive technology guy's videos are so great! : )

i keep forgetting how to post youtube clips so the videos embed, but anyway, here are two videos i saw recently that reminded me of HMJK and this post... Do these do anything for anyone? They're kind of odd and enticing. https://youtu.be/vbIjZ-3LNo8 https://www.youtube.com/embed/BACQc9f6pGs

Mistress Rey, I have a new answer: https://youtu.be/VVYTzauIb_4 kinky sex bunny.

You're spot on about the first chapter of The Story of O and the reasons I chose not to continue reading it. Even though it doesn't satisfy your search, you've made me think I should go back to it sometime and finish it, if only to know what's out there. As for your question... I wonder what kind of sexy outfit you have in mind I can't help but think of your question in terms of submission, and the feeling of submitting. To whom, and to what, is a submissive submitting, and how complete does the submission feel? There have been times when, despite intense pain or discomfort, I've willingly made my body more available for punishment because my mistress wanted it. Other times I've felt an urge to resist, even if I was physically unable. The submission feels somehow less complete in such cases. It's been interesting for me to explore the wide spectrum between these kinds of experiences, and it's still mostly mysterious to me. Sometimes resistance leads to further discipline, and sometimes the further discipline then deepens the submission... The space of submission feels very precious to me, and I think it could very easily be disrupted. I imagine responding to "others" with resistance... anger, fear, hostility, rejection... I think, for example, it would be very difficult, maybe impossible, for me to recognize a man as an extension of a mistress, no matter what she commanded or desired. How would my mistress respond to my resistance, and what would her discipline mean for my submission?

Mistress Rey, I never made it that far in Story of O. I found the first chapter frustrating, for some reason, and I lost interest in continuing. It all seemed so insistent... but that was a while ago. Maybe I'd appreciate it more now. The thought of being kept by you in a cage, hungry and thirsty and confused, and tended to as the plaything of a capricious goddess... is almost too much to bear.

Oh I missed this post before! I'll go watch now The laser pointer at the end is so cruel.... but I love it. But only as a video... I think