One of my mentors once explained it to me
this way. She said to picture sexual pleasure as a bag of gold coins. In the
vanilla sex world, you exchange gold coins with each other and both sexual
partners pretty much end up with the same amount after the exchange. Sometimes
it might be more pleasurable for one partner than the other, but even if one partner
ends up with more coins one time, the discrepancy will probably balance out the
next time they engage in sex.
But with femdom, the goal is for the woman
to get her submissive partner to surrender his coins over to her without her
giving him any of her coins. Thus she ends up with more and more coins with the
ultimate goal that she will possess all the coins.
I never understood this analogy until this
past year. I always viewed femdom as no different than vanilla sex when it came
to pleasure. My hubby had unusual sexual needs but I was doing a lot of this
for him. If he needed to be spanked or whipped or cuckolded, and if in the
process I also gained pleasure, than in my mind it was an equal exchange. Even
when he came to me last year and asked me to treat him more ‘cruelly’, I still viewed
that as something he needed and something I was willing to explore with him.
These past few months I’ve had a revelation
about the coin analogy. It really started around our anniversary in early October
when I chose to spend it by going on a mini-vacation with another man. I always
was focused on my husband and I was always concerned if his needs were
being met by what we were doing. But for the first time I had the revelation of
what my hubby really wanted. He wanted me to be selfish for my pleasure, even
at the sacrifice of his pleasure. That is what drives his masochism. That is
what satisfies his submission. And once I began focusing more and more on my
pleasure, my pleasure became better and better. I started to possess more
coins and hubby is more at peace with his world when I possess his coins.
And it doesn’t have to be advanced stuff like
riding the horse or strappado. Take last night. I needed a massage so I had
hubby prepare the massage table. Usually he gives me a full body massage followed
by him going down on me (this pleasure combination is still my favorite femdom activity).
But I added something extra to the mix last night. I put him in his kali’s
teeth device to prevent him from growing an erection as he was massaging and
worshipping my body. A number of times he winced in pain as he was giving me
the massage, as he forgot he was wearing the device and started to grow an
erection. The spiked device squashed his sexual pleasure thus hubby surrendered
more coins to me as I was being pleasured.
He orally pleasured me after my massage and
I retired to bed sexually satisfied. I gave him permission to remove the kali’s
teeth and install his CB6000. He went to bed denied with no sexual pleasure.
However, we both were mentally and emotionally fulfilled. Hubby went to bed a
very happy man. So I am not really a cruel wife. I may be sexually cruel towards
him but in the process I am giving him what he wants and needs. Therefore the
reality is I am a very loving wife.
I don’t feel I am anywhere close to
possessing all of his coins, and I have yet to have the full revelation of what the
really means or how we get there, but at least I now know the direction we are headed and our course has been firmly set as we continue on our femdom journey
together.
Wow, profound stuff. I totally understand what you say about hubby deriving his pleasure from knowing that you are being selfish for your pleasure. I respect that hubby goes to bed happy even though he has been left unsatisfied. I feel that way too in the same position. And I understand the coins analogy. But, forgive me if this impertinent, what happens when you do possess all the coins? Isn't there a danger of losing interest in one another, once all the dominance and submission has been taken to its limits - whatever those limits might be. Of is it that you never get to hold all the coins, so to speak? That the journey will always continue?
ReplyDeleteThe journey might be better than the destination. Or the destination might be the starting point of a brand new journey.
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