The dance - you have one who enjoys wielding a belt (strap, whip, flogger, etc etc), and one who enjoys the pain inflicted from said implements.
There are limits, safety words, signals. And there are ones own boundaries of desire as an inflicter (?).
In between, is the dance.
On one occasion with myself, being particularly submissive that night, I went to what I believe is known as sub-space. The connection between pain and pleasure had gotten exceedingly high. Unfortunately, my desire for pain went well beyond any desire she had to inflict.
I experienced total submission - (within the confines of that scenario, anyway).
When a couple engages in play, there must be a bond between them, an understanding of each other intimately.
I have limited experience being submissive, but I am grateful for the occasions that I did have. It gave me much greater understanding from the other side's perspective. I know what it feels like to be taken to the point of utter release.
I would imagine when a couple that dont know each other very well, or at all even, agree to a "session", (for lack of a better way of putting it) - they can reach great heights - physically. But how high can they get mentally, emotionally? . . . Spiritually?
This, to me (my blog 😜) is where the knowing of each other intimately comes in. If, for example, she is putting out signals "harder", if I am in tune with her well enough, I can read those signals. The more subtle the signal is allowed to be, that I am still able to read and react upon, the higher she is freely able to go. (Make sense? It did in my head).
It becomes a waltz of perfect harmony.
Princess was struggling with the dance herself - part of her wanted Daddy to take her now, feast on her dirty sex - have his way with her - ravage her, appease the savage beast. She so desperately longed to feel him inside her. The other part needed to be taken deeper - beat further into submission. To savor the final reward.
Once again, his manhood hung before her - she slowly traced his tense body up to his waiting eyes.
"Princess?" "Yes Daddy" she said in a meek reply, "Do you see what you have done?" They both looked at his fully erect cock. "Yes Daddy". It was understood, if Daddy had to punish princess, and it resulted in this . . .
"Open" he said, tapping the bottom of her chin. "mm mm" she turned her head away. He held himself firmly in front of her - "open!" "Its not my fault Daddy" she reasoned, "You said from now o . . ." He pulled her up by her arm before she could finish her sentence, and quickly had her over his knee.
One grasping a handful of hair, his other hand spanked her bare bottom hard and fast. He had had enough of her bratty behavior.
She kicked and flailed , struggling to get away. "Are you going to do as you told!?" He said in time with the spanking. "Yes Daddy, yes!" . . . .
He stopped and she slid to the floor. He was shaking - he stroked himself, looking at her - he was about to explode - "position!" He demanded. "Yes Daddy" she sobbed. She got into her proper position at his feet. "Open" he said in a "I dare you" tone. She complied.
He had to hold himself back, to go slowly, as he eased his throbbing hard cock into her waiting mouth. Ecstasy swept over him, he began to tremble as she closed down around him and began to pleasure him, Daddy's good girl. Both hands on her head, he assisted the rhythm - she felt so good! Gliding down his shaft, further each time, all the way back, gliding down, all the way back. He looked down in time to see, she had one hand on herself, pleasuring herself. He quickly removed his cock from her mouth and pulled her head straight back by her hair "what do you think your doing!!?" He demanded. She slipped her hand back behind her, and gave him the most innocent look she could muster.
"Dont move!" He ordered, and headed out of the room . . .