Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

I have, of late, been particularly fixated on control.

Things are going almost disturbingly well in my main D/s relationship, and I find it somewhat frightening how turned on I get by my partner doing things that speak to me of control.

It’s one of those things that it goes against the grain for me to speak of longingly. I had the same problem this weekend, when I was in bed with my partners trying to describe a particular rape fantasy. It feels wrong to want these things, even though I know that by wanting them I am not endorsing their existence in the universe at large… or even in my own personal bailiwick.

I am a bit of a control freak. I have a visceral need to be self contained that I sometimes have a great deal of difficulty giving up. Thus I find it disturbing how comfortable I am, and how much I like, giving up control to my MDP* - not to mention how much I want to do it.

I have a conceptual difficulty with begging someone to do things that make me feel like I am under their control. I am therefore usually extraordinarily pleased when my MDP does them spontaneously, and I am now going to speak rapturously of something that happened that is so weird to speak rapturously of I’m not entirely certain how to do it.

He kept playing with my mouth. Not in the “sexy finger sucking” way, but in the exploratory way in which you would evaluate a horse - a creature for sale. His fingers pushed against my teeth, my soft palate, my tongue, and it was freakishly erotic - not the activity itself but the fact that he could.

It is mystifying to me how much I liked it. It made me feel some strange combination of (literally) objectified and safe. It felt like how you’d idly play with a toy, a possession, that you like to use, rather than like how you’d treat a person, and it slightly horrifies me that that’s something that so profoundly turned me on.

These days, with him, I’m kinking on all sorts of things I don’t particularly like, or that intellectually bother me. In part, this is because the fact that I don’t like them makes me feel particularly blissfully submissive when they happen, and in part it is because the kinds of things I tend to not objectively like are those that also speak to me most viscerally of control.

The most obvious example of this is that I don’t like breath play. It scares me and it isn’t particularly inherently erotic, but I find myself wanting him to hold his hand over my nose and mouth and cut off my air just because he can. Just because it makes me feel instantly under his control. This is something I usually won’t even consider negotiating with people, and with him I long for it? How bizarre.

It’s so strange to me, where this relationship is - what this relationship is- and the odd things about it that I value and cherish. There’s so much about it that makes me really happy, and very little of it is what I normally would expect. It would make sense to me if what I was jonesing for was more of the incredible sex, but the fact that the craving is for more, and deeper, submission is somewhat more confusing. I don’t dislike it. It just requires some more work to understand**.

_{*MDP = Main Dominant Partner. He who is colloquially known as The Boyfriend, although that doesn’t quite feel right as anything other than convenient shorthand. It’s not wrong, it’s just not as semantically apt as calling The Girlfriend The Girlfriend - a descriptor that speaks more accurately to the fundamental nature of the relationship.}

_{**Interestingly, it doesn’t reflect a desire for more submission in my other relationships. If anything, the more intense the submission gets with my MDP, the less I tend to want that particular type of submissive headspace with other play partners. It’s almost embarrassingly kinky-shmoopy to say it out loud, but that’s his headspace, and I don’t particularly want to give it to anyone else.}