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The Culture that has been here all the time

When I was introduced to BDSM relationships, I realized they had existed probably for all of human history. Religion and Western Culture distort this and BDSM itself greatly, and if anything, an incredible hypocrisy is always present. Using codes and euphemisms, even denial can mask the fact that many people thrive within this often unrecognized subculture. For example, my wife had all the earmarks of a pleasure slave and was generally devoted and submissive to me. In times of marital friction, I often heard the words from a counselor, "She just wants you to love her." "Love her," I thought I was, and now I know without a doubt I need to be a Dominant, not some preconceived idea that we are to live as equals: we are not only one can be a Dom and one a sub at a time, but, it is perfectly fine if switching is desired at least now and then.
1 year ago. Saturday, December 7, 2024 at 4:48 PM

I went to bed somewhat early because I was not feeling right. My wife was already asleep, and soon, the two dogs and my big cat were in bed, too. I put the TV timer on for five minutes and lay my head on my pillow, with the dog in my arms and the cat snuggled between me and my wife. Christmas lights from houses in the neighborhood dazzled on the windows. I only have two LED imitation candles in the windows, and they are just because we live in an old house - a tradition of some kind. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine oblivion. 

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Suddenly, I was walking around in a warm setting, almost tropical. The palm trees swayed nicely. People were enjoying the balmy weather, strolling or sitting on benches. I could hear the surf not far off, so I walked over to the fence between the road and the sand and watched some children romping on the beach and several fishermen surf fishing. The image was similar to when I surf-fished in my youth, except there were no palm trees where I fished. I lingered and did not keep track of time. The sun began to set, and the sky was as beautiful as I had seen. Softly, I felt a hand on my shoulder, and it was the woman behind me.

She was like my second wife, with blonde hair and green eyes. Trim and graceful, she spoke almost in a whisper, "I have been looking everywhere for you, Jim."  She softly lifted my hand, and we walked. As we did, she said, "I will help you care for Jeanne. Now you don't have to worry any longer."

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Bam! The cat pulled on my beard, which was his way of telling me to get up, master; "I'm hungry."

Sigh, it was only a dream.


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