The Uninhibited Truth About What It Means To Be A Submissive In A BDSM Relationship

(Original article from https://thoughtcatalog.com/anabelle-bernard-fournier/2016/10/the-uninhibited-truth-about-what-it-means-to-be-a-submissive-in-a-bdsm-relationship/)

What I like in bed is directly related to the kind of relationships and life I want—and yes, I’m kinky to the core.

I was 7 or 8 years old. I remember spending large amounts of time in the evenings, especially during and after baths, imagining kidnapping scenes, pretending that my ravishers were watching me, taunting me. I offered deals, I pleaded, I cajoled… but nothing would make them waver from their goal—which was usually unimportant anyway. The only thing that mattered was that they held me, and wanted to keep me.

I would continue playing in my head when I went to bed, using shoelaces loosely tied around my white childhood bed frame. I remember the shoelaces: white with some red writing and logos on them, although of what I can’t remember. I would tie one around one wrist, and then try the second—always too loose to stay, but maybe that was for the best, as otherwise I might have no hands to type with right now.

I sometimes used a headband, crossed in the middle, to simulate a pair of cuffs or rope around my wrists. I had conversations with my imaginary captors about what they wanted from me… always vague. What I could do to get free… nothing. But the endless play, pleading, and giving in to their will provided me with hours of quiet, satisfying solo play.

I also had a thing for magicians’ shows on TV. I could watch for hours the lady stuffed in a box or tied in a cupboard. I would imagine myself being her, being in this box, helpless as the blade of the saw slid down middle of the box, or as the swords rammed through the cupboard at odd angles. The thought of potentially being sawn in two or impaled a dozen times, but coming out unscathed and beaming, held endless fascination for me.

My earliest memories of sexual desire, “feeling strange in my vagina”, come from watching these beautiful women happily facing pain and danger, tied up and helpless, for the satisfaction of the man standing on stage and putting them through these scary-yet-exciting ordeals.

I’m just wired that way.

Is there any wonder then that as soon as I became sexual, I turned to BDSM?

When someone asks me how I got into kink, I simply say that I’m wired that way. I have known no other way to live. I have found nothing else to turn me on sexually. Vanilla sex bores me to tears.

I know there is a controversy around whether or not kink is a sexual orientation. I personally believe that kink exists on a spectrum, from totally vanilla to totally kinky, but also that people can be brought from being vanilla to enjoying at least some level of kink. In fact, a recent study made in Québec (my home province yay!) shows that so called “abnormal” behaviours and desires, or paraphilias, are actually a lot more common than previously thought.

So, anyone can be kinky, even though not everyone is. But the difference for me is that I can’t not be kinky. I have the ability to have vanilla sex, sure, but I’d really rather not. Just like no sex at all, vanilla sex leaves me feeling frustrated and unfulfilled.

I would rather choose to have no sex than vanilla sex for the rest of my life.

And so, kink has become an essential component of my partner choice. The people I sleep with don’t have to be full-on sadists, but they at least need to understand that I usually require pain and roughness to get turned on. I choose more sadistic and less sadistic partners—there’s only so much bruising my ass can take—but don’t ask me to make sweet romantic love. I’ll be like, NO!

I’m wired that way, and the sooner I and everyone else involved in my sex life know and accept this, the better everyone’s sex will be.

But it’s not just about sex.

As I grow and deepen my understanding of sex, kink and submission, I realize that it’s about so much more than just in bed. As a strong, independent and self-sufficient woman, I find an incredible release in becoming passive, in letting someone else make the decisions for me. I crave protocol, I fantasize about simply kneeling and serving my Dom/me a drink. I cherish the sweet cuddly moments after an intense and painful scene, where they stroke my skin and pet my hair.

For the right person, I could easily choose to live in a 24/7 TPE relationship. Although I don’t look it, there is a deep craving in my heart and soul to live in the safety and connection of a Master/slave relationship. I like the idea of someone always looking out for me and protecting me and making sure certain needs are fulfilled, so I can be free to focus on my writing, on my professional path, on being a sex and kink educator. Being a slave isn’t a hindrance to my development; on the contrary, it’d be a support and frame for it.

I haven’t quite found the right person/situation for this to happen right now. But I know that this is what I ultimately seek. For now, I’m happy with multiple partners and wonderful lovers, with casual play (yes it happened, and no it wasn’t that bad!) and friendly fun. But, as my relationship with N and R showed, even if for too short a time, I yearn for the spiritual depths of a long-term D/s commitment, something to free up my mind and make my soul soar.

It really isn’t just about sex—for me, it’s about freedom.

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A note from Master's lovely - I am incredibly lucky to be owned by the most amazing Master! For those reading this, do you think you 'grew into' your kinky lifestyle or was it always part of who you are? I think I am just wired this way and I am proud of who I am. I loved how she wrote about the things she cherishes and craves ... I think a lot of submissives must have similar minds!