This may come off a little strange. But, that is why I am here I suppose. 🤣 with all you lovely people 👾
I rely on BDSM to not belong. To not have the pressure of fitting into a box or an ideal. Of not having to be myself. Because I don't need to decide who I am. I have one choice to make. That choice is freedom. To choose to let Him, Sir, Wolfe, make all the choices and to let me feel true freedom, from even myself.
There is a scene from a movie that, when it aired, hit me like a freight train. It was everything I was, everything I didn't think I needed. Every freaky, kinky, spiritual and released feeling I had ever had all combined into one. (And where I got my screen name) it is unorthodox, but it speaks to me on a Primal level.
It is the Oracle scene from 300 (2006). The man scaling the mountain, the seer seeing all and yet nothing, at the mercy of men; yet in every way their superior. No choice, yet all that she is in all her glory.
(Edit, better video)
