Thirty Days of Kink: Day Twenty One – Favorite BDSM Story

“Favorite BDSM related book (fiction or non-fiction)”

My favorite BDSM book is tough to choose. Being honest, there’s no doubt in my mind as to which one is my favorite. The problem is I’m a writer. I enjoy writing my own BDSM books, so it’s hard to pick from a growing list from both viewpoints. On one hand I have a couple of stories I absolutely love for the story itself. On the other hand, there are some books I love for the feelings it communicates and causes. My favorite BDSM book does both of these things, even though I may not entirely like that accomplishment. The Story of O has become a classic BDSM themed book, and I think many people within the community have read the story because it was considered a must. Let me explain why the book has become my favorite, and quite possibly will be no matter how many other books I read.

It’s a love letter: The Story of O was supposedly written as a series of love letters. These letters were said to be deeply inspired by the notion that a woman could not write a sadistic or even masochistic story. What’s become a classic for the genre became so to prove another wrong. While the story will continue to last the test of time, it’s an interesting read when one considers it to be a love letter. The story’s dynamics seem to change, if not become the basis of a deeper understanding. One can only imagine the author’s lover reading the next chapter.

The story is written by a female: Taking a step back, it’s interesting to note that The Story of O was written by a female. For all the criticism the story gets, no one can erase the fact the author is female. Feminists are the first to complain that the story is misogynist and promotes the abuse of women. That issue is entirely complicated considering the fact a woman wrote it with deep love to another. The story almost validates itself as a woman’s exploration into her own feelings of love or considering a darker side to her love. It’s amazing to think this banned book was written by a person many feminists could admire.

O is the perfect submissive:  I’m not saying that O is perfect in the sense of flawless. What I’m getting at is O is a submissive that submissives can see themselves in. We see a character’s thoughts, and the struggling emotions of being driven to the lowest depths of submission. Each time we see O with her Master, we see a woman deeply in love. She wants to be pleasing, and works towards the goals other stress upon her. Deep down, O’s struggle is easy to relate to in an extremely profound and unusual way. At times, it’s not so wonderful seeing ourselves in her character…we just can’t help it.

The line between abuse and pleasure are blurred: Within the story is an interesting dynamic that readers and audiences have debated to this day. Is O the product of abuse or is she the willing participant of everything that happens? What’s unique about this story is that the author refuses to tell readers her conclusions on the issue. As a reader, there must be a self examination that takes place. The answer to the question between where the line is between abuse and love is something only the reader can answer. For many people, the answer will be surprisingly challenged each time.

I hate the ending: While this may not seem like a positive at first, in the long term it is. The story crawls inside your being, and then leaves you with a very sad and deep ending. As a submissive the ending of O’s story is all too real. Being blunt, the ending is quite upsetting. This is one of the things that makes the story profound in my opinion. Not every sexual relationship is perfect, especially when it comes to the BDSM community. A story that portrays things realistically should still be considered for the creative work that it is, maybe even more so.

The Story of O has been read by many people in different walks of life. For some people, the experience can be quite upsetting and painful. Personally, some of the story’s scenes will stay embedded in my mind forever. This doesn’t make a story bad however, and I’m quite fond of being challenged on such personal levels. That’s why this book is my favorite, it’s realistic, it’s honest, and it seems quite personal. Being a submissive, it’s amazing how difficult it is to capture what it’s like being so. This story does that, and in my experience, it does so well. That’s why while I may not wish to reread this story…I probably will at some point. When I do, I know it’ll be just as profound, and just as challenging.

Questions, Curiosity, & Answers

“There’s nothing like pure brutal honesty to highlight the nature of mankind.”

The BDSM community likes to regulate itself, and encourage understanding within the people that call the community home. Sometimes, people come up with some pretty good questions for partnerships to explore, or even just plain answer for themselves. That being said, I find the idea that the questions below were oriented for a Master intriguing. For me, I saw them as perfect for a slave to tell a Master. So, I suppose they can work either way, after all, it’s a relationship, and they work both ways. All in the interest of fun and vulnerable honesty, here’s the questions I found, and my corresponding answers.

What are your most important kinks?

Personally, my most important kinks have to deal with the sensation of security. At times, this results itself in the kink of non-consent, extreme submission, or kinks of that kind. Another important part of my kinks is feeling sexually free, so kinks like group sex, performing for others, or being powerless in regards to others pleasure is important. The details of my various kinks though are for my Master to know. 

How often do you need them?

The easy answer is daily, I need those kinks expressed daily. It seems extreme I know, but the depths of the more extreme kinks are emotionally based within my being. Not expressing that part of myself, leads to things like depression, lack of self worth, and a terrible view of my sexual attraction. 

Do you enjoy vanilla sex?

Yes, I do. There’s something extremely intimate between two people who both enjoy vanilla sex. I think if more people within the BDSM community voiced that, there’d be less problems actually. For me, the problem is when I feel like vanilla sex is the only desired intimacy. If I feel trapped sexually, then I stop enjoying any sexual act altogether. 

What are the five most intense kinky things you’ve done?

Without being too graphic, because there are personal limits, I’ll just give a very basic list. The five most kinky things I’ve done that felt intense: knife play, delayed gratification, abuse play, punishment/discipline, and non-consent.

How did you do aftercare in those cases?

Actually, in many of those cases, there was no aftercare (not recommended). What happened was there were many conversations beforehand. A deeper understanding beforehand, often meant that for aftercare cuddling, and just feeling loved was all that was necessary. At times, conversing about what just transpired is good too, if not necessary. 

What are your thoughts on safewords?

Personally, I detest safewords, as I find they ruin the mood. Because of that though, I form deep bonds with my Master. There tends to be more time spent learning what my limits are, where a safeword could just suffice. This is a personal preference though, and I fully support using safewords. 

Have you read how-to books or taken classes on BDSM?

Actually, I never have and this is mainly by necessity and not choice. The books I have read are well loved books of the community. Personally, I find the conversations they spark to be more beneficial and rewarding. This is why I love to write, I think words have immense ability to create understanding too. 

Lusting for my Master

“How does one write a love letter, when words fall so short of their true meaning?”

With my Master having purchased me recently, my life has changed dramatically. Being purchased by him, allows for me to truly be with him. Getting to finally be with my Master, will truly be amazing. The days until that moment seem incredibly long, and might actually drive me to the brink of insanity. Daily tasks are the only attempt at distractions, though they fail for any long periods of time. My thoughts truly wander to places that I lose track of the world around me. I smile uncontrollably, for once in my life, I am truly happy. The knowledge of what awaits in my slavery is highly arousing, and I feel the need to share many of my thoughts. At first, these seemed like something only for my Master, but I have learned otherwise. What better way to show his ownership, than how my mind thinks of him?

I need my Master, more than anything in the world. The entire world can burn around me, and I’ll stay happily at his feet. Do others understand this, how I grow wet from the mere mention of him? How I would do any depraved act he requests? ….I wonder….what those acts will be…

My mind wanders too much, and yet not enough at all. There’s no limits, especially when thinking of my Master. I need him, there’s no other way to put it. My heart races every moment I am with him, and my body melts for his touch. There’s not one thing about him I would ever change. Each trait my Master possesses, reveals, allows me to know openly, makes my body hot and wet. My own mind races, as it is no longer closed off, there is nothing in it he does not know. The connection between us, in that way, is extremely intense. I mold to his will, his wants, his desires, and in it, I grow to only want him more so. As a slave, want is desired, valued, and even taught, and I certainly want my Master. I cannot truly express the physical need without the emotional and mental one. For me, the two are forever inseparable now, if not understood by others.

Touch me, just touch me with your fingers…your mouth…hold me close? The bond we share goes deep, as a Master and slave can only know. You understand this need within me, and I share it openly. I dare to speak it out loud for you, for all the world to witness. Just ….touch me…in the way…only you know. 

I cannot believe I am saying these things so openly, so profoundly for you. In the knowledge that I will soon be yours in every way, I can only beg for the days to quicken. At times, I beg openly for your touch, to know so many things about you. The things that no slave can know about her Master, except in that special moment. Other things my mind goes crazy to know as well, your scent, your taste, your loving touch, and even the pattern of your breath. I want to get lost in those things, those traits that make up who you are. Being honest, I could lose myself to the desire of finally enjoying my lusts being met. I just didn’t know it was possible for my lusts to be that of your own, in every possible way, we match, we echo the other. A slave finally echos her Master, and I’ve longed to know the truth to this moment.

I wanted to write a love letter, do something romantic, but thought lust got in the way. It doesn’t you know, it makes it all the better…

A slave’s letter to her Master….is perhaps….always a love letter…

The letter just simply….never ends…