This is an evaluation.
On the surface, submission looks easy. Sometimes, I hate how much I want it because of that damn superficial glaze - it’s deceptive. It looks too much like the thing society (and our upbringing as the daughters of the original feminists) trained us never to become. Even after all these years, I still have moments of sheer embarrassment for these dark desires I harbor in secret.
I wish I could tell you what it is about submission that creates such havoc with my emotions. Why I crave it and (sometimes) hate it in the same breath. I’ve lost track of all the reasons, both logical and visceral. I can’t quantify the pleasure - the mind-numbing, heart-wrenching euphoria - I derive from something as simple as your fingers tangled in my hair or clenched around my neck. There is something inherently cathartic about these animalistic moments, maybe because it requires not just the obvious surrender to someone else’s will, but also to one’s own baser instincts. Trust is at the very heart of this endeavor. I cannot give myself to you if I do not trust you. [tbc]
Completely non explicit and yet extremely hot. Wonderful video.
