A firm look, walk and Mind.
This male that taught us Medieval English Literature was from another time.
You might of said he's an old gentleman if he weren't an obvious Sadist.
He used to bow down in front of me whenever I would enter class yet totally despise the other girls for their lack of class
While strange he taught us one day about how MEN used to court Women in Medieval Times.
I remember smilling the whole time during class.
'' Men would send love letters and jewelry to women they've never met.
They would fall in love with that woman and usually they wouldn't end up marrying her or such or worse one of them would die/marry someone else due to obligations and they would never even meet. Physical intimacy never occured.
It was purely platonic. ''
I was fascinated. As a sapiosexual imagining how someone could be so devoted just by falling for someone's mind stroke a chord with me. ''You are my slave. You are Mine. Forever''
I'd imagine those words being said in those letters in a romantic way.
It kind of made sense also. Did those men ever recover from mentally being in love with a woman they couldn't have? Male sexuality is not so simple. The body might get satisfaction but the mind is an organ that hardly gets satisfaction. And if the mind is in love/fixated on a certain person it rarely recovers.
It might last a Lifetime.
There were moments in my life in which I've never imagined I'd be the woman that I am.
I'd always deny certain events, gestures, aspects of my personality until I couldn't anymore.
I was the girl in highschool that got love letters.
That found roses in her desk. That had secret admirers.
That had male teachers drooling yet craving my public humilliation because of my sharp mind.
The signs were always there. YET having powerful men that were my slaves for 5-7-8 years and that couldn
t have a normal life afterwards because of always thinking of me, kind of proved my point.
I Will never be Normal.
I shouldn't touch you. Don't make me get closer to you because if I do you'll never recover.
I used to say this to my lovers. Because I knew that my touch is like poison. It completed the obsession they already had for me. Instead of ending the tension, it made it explode,grow. It made it vicious, sick.
The next step was me not having lovers anymore but masochistic slaves, objects that lived for me, breathe for me, would die for me. A part of me was terrified, the other part was smilling.
The part of me that was smilling won and I realised just how much I was enjoying it all.
Seeing my sexuality blooming and being so powerful and knowing that my subconcious mind always desired this. To see them bow down.
BDSM allowed me to enjoy fully WHAT I AM and permitted males to become the slaves they always dreamt of being. Like Medieval men sending me Tributes of their devotion, love and obsession.
I permitted them to be what they are in front of me and to LOVE me for my Cruelty as The ICE QUEEN that I adore to be. Forever impossible, forever snobish, forever demanding asking for everything.
BDSM always finds its way into my life. When males that never dreamt of becoming devoted slaves, desire to offer me gifts, crave my power, become obsessive cause of me or simply find themselves as being masochists for loving the way I tease them.
Regardless of this they are pushed at the ground and forced to kneel just like the rest because I never discriminate. You can be something useful to me or you are nothing to me.
There's no other way.
And while you might feel inclined to Judge this ask yourself why that curiosity in you wants to have a taste of it as well.
With Love and Cruelty, S
This male that taught us Medieval English Literature was from another time.
You might of said he's an old gentleman if he weren't an obvious Sadist.
He used to bow down in front of me whenever I would enter class yet totally despise the other girls for their lack of class
While strange he taught us one day about how MEN used to court Women in Medieval Times.
I remember smilling the whole time during class.
'' Men would send love letters and jewelry to women they've never met.
They would fall in love with that woman and usually they wouldn't end up marrying her or such or worse one of them would die/marry someone else due to obligations and they would never even meet. Physical intimacy never occured.
It was purely platonic. ''
I was fascinated. As a sapiosexual imagining how someone could be so devoted just by falling for someone's mind stroke a chord with me. ''You are my slave. You are Mine. Forever''
I'd imagine those words being said in those letters in a romantic way.
It kind of made sense also. Did those men ever recover from mentally being in love with a woman they couldn't have? Male sexuality is not so simple. The body might get satisfaction but the mind is an organ that hardly gets satisfaction. And if the mind is in love/fixated on a certain person it rarely recovers.
It might last a Lifetime.
There were moments in my life in which I've never imagined I'd be the woman that I am.
I'd always deny certain events, gestures, aspects of my personality until I couldn't anymore.
I was the girl in highschool that got love letters.
That found roses in her desk. That had secret admirers.
That had male teachers drooling yet craving my public humilliation because of my sharp mind.
The signs were always there. YET having powerful men that were my slaves for 5-7-8 years and that couldn
t have a normal life afterwards because of always thinking of me, kind of proved my point.
I Will never be Normal.
I shouldn't touch you. Don't make me get closer to you because if I do you'll never recover.
I used to say this to my lovers. Because I knew that my touch is like poison. It completed the obsession they already had for me. Instead of ending the tension, it made it explode,grow. It made it vicious, sick.
The next step was me not having lovers anymore but masochistic slaves, objects that lived for me, breathe for me, would die for me. A part of me was terrified, the other part was smilling.
The part of me that was smilling won and I realised just how much I was enjoying it all.
Seeing my sexuality blooming and being so powerful and knowing that my subconcious mind always desired this. To see them bow down.
BDSM allowed me to enjoy fully WHAT I AM and permitted males to become the slaves they always dreamt of being. Like Medieval men sending me Tributes of their devotion, love and obsession.
I permitted them to be what they are in front of me and to LOVE me for my Cruelty as The ICE QUEEN that I adore to be. Forever impossible, forever snobish, forever demanding asking for everything.
BDSM always finds its way into my life. When males that never dreamt of becoming devoted slaves, desire to offer me gifts, crave my power, become obsessive cause of me or simply find themselves as being masochists for loving the way I tease them.
Regardless of this they are pushed at the ground and forced to kneel just like the rest because I never discriminate. You can be something useful to me or you are nothing to me.
There's no other way.
And while you might feel inclined to Judge this ask yourself why that curiosity in you wants to have a taste of it as well.
With Love and Cruelty, S