Cold as steel has taken on a antire new meaning since finding BDSM so many years ago ...
I am oblivious to so many things, life gets busy ... BDSM slows me down it forces me to take stock and pay attention, to my partners, the individual sensations, the reaction my body has to sensations. I find myself paying attention to sounds more carefully because I'm usually blindfolded. When doing wax play I smell the candles. I noticed every drip every drop I know exactly what medium causes what feeling on the skin. What in turn those feelings do to my body. I know what sounds make a dominant happy. A growl out of a dominant voice can sendcan send Shivers up and down my spine, even if I hear them in a vanilla setting.
The attention to detail the focus it all becomes what one Dominant Expressed ......
if you can't get her mind you will never have her body.
If you have her mind... Every part of her life you will be connected to.
One of the area's I noticed this most is the sound, the feel of metal.. near the human skin. I have been away from BDSM for many years, but let me hear a chain drop to the floor, let me see a cold hard steel chain in a man's hands and my mind wanders my juices begin to flow, and all of the sensations if cold steel next to hot human skin come.back with a vengeance.
See A metal table? I immediatly feel the contradiction of a hot body laying against that ice cold steel. Nipples going achingly immediately errect.
Hear a chain clink to the floor ? I feel that chain weighing me down wrapped around my body unmercifully containing flesh that wants to escape.
I see it suspending a beautiful submisives safely as her/ his master plays with her / his body . I see the indentations it left after a submissive strains against the binds.
I see a steel collar being used to express the love for a submissive..and the subs devotion to their master.
I see a clamp? It is absolutely unforgiving, yet my body experiences the intensity of that release, each and every time, simply by seeing it ...
when that clamp finally releases the flesh it has sinched, turned a lovely shade of red/ purple or other beautiful color, I actually feel those feelings and my nipples harden just seeing that unforgiving steel.
Needless to say when times have been devoid of partners, I can go into a hardware store and lose myself in the sensations.
I thank every dom I ever had for getting my mind and giving me the gift of paying attention to my senses.
It has brought so much pleasure throughout the years
