As I learned to see my submission as strength, to see value in my service, I found myself raising the bar for the Dominant people in my life. I have happy, loving relationships with people I will not submit to. Living authentically, I can love many, but submit to few.
Tokyo’s fetish for fetishes is hardly a secret. The weird, the taboo, the edges of erotic play can all be found in the hundreds of private fetish clubs in the densely-packed metropolis. The birthplace of manga and tentacle porn, Tokyo’s conservatism is a thin canopy that shades a jungle of forbidden desires, erotic art, and kink culture.
Yes. I play dangerously. We’re drifting towards an event horizon instead of orbiting a sun eternally. We will shatter. The benefits of sexual freedom are bittersweet sometimes. When love is dynamic, the changes can take time. It hurts to adjust.
If you’ve had a few sex partners, it’s likely you’ve experienced some form of BDSM, even if you aren’t exactly sure what that jumble of letters means. If you’ve ever used a necktie to bind your partner’s wrists to the bedpost, or felt the warm tingle of a slap on your skin and liked it, or murmured blush-inducing adulation of her slutty mouth, then you have already been acquainted with the culture of Kink.