Okay, am I the only sick f*ck who enjoys watching Snapped on the Oxygen channel? There's something disturbing yet intriguing about the whole, women who take matters into their own hands, in such a final manner. The same morbid curiosity that draws you into watching blips of Extra, while propoganda machines exploit the love lives of famous ones. And tell Me you don't read the headlines on those pulp mags while waiting in line while getting groceries?
We BDSM folk play quite a bit with consentual loss of control, in agreed upon boundaries. A fine balance of getting to the naked nub of humility a submissive seeks, while allowing safety within the heat of training. There seems some causual connection between the morbid curiousity while we watch other's embarrassment, and taking a boy to his own humble depths of surrender.
Sometimes I feel a moral ambivolence in it.
And then I end up giggling, while I hear yet another boy take a rubber mallet to his nads, yelping in pain, counting the wacks with each and every thwack, telling Me yet again, "I'm a dirty filthy c*m sucking whore for you Mistress Lily!"…
And everything is right with the world! Hahaha
Ultimately, I sell a service, and when boys whip out their naughty bits and their credit cards, they know the deal. And .. accept responsibility for their choice.
