![A couple sits at a table in a restaurant. The woman has a plate of food in front of her while the man does not, and she is feeding him a bite from her meal.
This is an interesting photograph suggested by a number of people, including both Wendy Blackheart, and Bailadora. Wendy wrote in saying,
I have a feeding people thing?[?]being in control of what and how you eat, if at all, and goddamn it, I’ll be the one to actually feed you[?]. I really enjoy feeding boys by hand. Its one of the things I like most about pet play, but I like it even more outside of pet play.
Bailadora’s note implies a similar D/s projection on the image:
I saw this photo shortly after reading an entry by Ferns in which she confides how the dynamic between she and her partner is such that it can’t help but spill over into their public interactions. She called them “secret signals” as the gestures would only be recognizable to the pair of them and went on to provide this example: “Or if we are out at dinner, maybe with friends, I can put some food on a fork and bring it to his lips, and I know he will open his mouth for me, and only he and I know that he loathes it, that food that is on the fork, that he hates it with a passion, and he will give me that look, that ?yes Maÿamÿ look, as he takes it into his mouth and chews, and I will adore him for it.” In my opinion, the beauty, simplicity and sexiness of that statement coupled with the photo illuminate the elusive the mental aspects of D/s.
Many people desire to extend the sexual relationships of power dynamics to their daily lives; I do because it’s a natural extension of self-expression. This in no way implies that my submissiveness makes me any less deserving of equality or respect than anyone else, and it saddens me that such an attitude is still perceived heretical in some ostensibly open-minded BDSM communities. To me, this picture is above all else a reminder to live out one’s fantasies without living in a fantasy.
-maymay
littlemisterman:
courgette:
Buenos Aires (via barneyljc)](https://web.archive.org/web/20160405131931im_/http://36.media.tumblr.com/mQrowvPSrk7ujctv7ZxERbaZo1_500.jpg)
A couple sits at a table in a restaurant. The woman has a plate of food in front of her while the man does not, and she is feeding him a bite from her meal.
This is an interesting photograph suggested by a number of people, including both Wendy Blackheart, and Bailadora. Wendy wrote in saying,
I have a feeding people thing—[…]being in control of what and how you eat, if at all, and goddamn it, I’ll be the one to actually feed you[…]. I really enjoy feeding boys by hand. Its one of the things I like most about pet play, but I like it even more outside of pet play.
Bailadora’s note implies a similar D/s projection on the image:
I saw this photo shortly after reading an entry by Ferns in which she confides how the dynamic between she and her partner is such that it can’t help but spill over into their public interactions. She called them “secret signals” as the gestures would only be recognizable to the pair of them and went on to provide this example: “Or if we are out at dinner, maybe with friends, I can put some food on a fork and bring it to his lips, and I know he will open his mouth for me, and only he and I know that he loathes it, that food that is on the fork, that he hates it with a passion, and he will give me that look, that ‘yes Ma’am’ look, as he takes it into his mouth and chews, and I will adore him for it.” In my opinion, the beauty, simplicity and sexiness of that statement coupled with the photo illuminate the elusive the mental aspects of D/s.
Many people desire to extend the sexual relationships of power dynamics to their daily lives; I do because it’s a natural extension of self-expression. This in no way implies that my submissiveness makes me any less deserving of equality or respect than anyone else, and it saddens me that such an attitude is still perceived heretical in some ostensibly open-minded BDSM communities. To me, this picture is above all else a reminder to live out one’s fantasies without living in a fantasy.
Buenos Aires (via barneyljc)