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gentle-dominant:

"Mine."
It’s a word commonly portrayed as being spoken by a Dominant about his submissive. But hardly as often is it seen in reverse.
In a D/s relationship, not only does the Dominant claim his submissive, but she, in turn, does the same. She becomes just as possessive of him as he is of her. She clings to him not only physically but emotionally, with the same desire to protect as he has for her. The ownership is established from both sides.
It is both beautiful and terrifying to see a submissive become protective of her Dominant. It’s not something one would typically imagine, but I’ve seen it. And experienced it. It almost feels as a reversal of roles. A submissive above her Dominant, poise to take on anything in her path. A goddess, who in any other moment would be found at the feet of her god, stands tall, sword in hand. Those moments are what truly set D/s apart.

gentle-dominant:

"Mine."

It’s a word commonly portrayed as being spoken by a Dominant about his submissive. But hardly as often is it seen in reverse.

In a D/s relationship, not only does the Dominant claim his submissive, but she, in turn, does the same. She becomes just as possessive of him as he is of her. She clings to him not only physically but emotionally, with the same desire to protect as he has for her. The ownership is established from both sides.

It is both beautiful and terrifying to see a submissive become protective of her Dominant. It’s not something one would typically imagine, but I’ve seen it. And experienced it. It almost feels as a reversal of roles. A submissive above her Dominant, poise to take on anything in her path. A goddess, who in any other moment would be found at the feet of her god, stands tall, sword in hand. Those moments are what truly set D/s apart.

gentle-dominant:

"I’m going to mark you from the inside."
I’ll be the last person to tell you that sex has any inherent special meaning to me. In it’s most basic form, sex is an act. It’s an activity between two people; no different than going to dinner or playing a sport.
But it can become more.
I was in a poly relationship. We both slept with other people—at some points more than each other. But sex between us was always better. There were things others could do for her that I couldn’t. There were things I’d do with others that I didn’t with her. But ours was always better. Because it was us. The connection we shared went far beyond the physical. When I released inside her, I was marking her has mine. When her release poured over me, she was claiming me as her own.
The sex itself was nothing special. What was special was the meaning we gave it. The emotions we injected into the act that we never shared with anyone else.
For many, I believe this is what makes poly relationships difficult to understand. They make an inherent connection between sex and an emotional commitment. For some, this may be an impossible hurdle. But for those who can see past the social norm, the old (let’s face it) religious backbone of this belief, it’s easy to see the difference between the emotional connection and the physical act.

gentle-dominant:

"I’m going to mark you from the inside."

I’ll be the last person to tell you that sex has any inherent special meaning to me. In it’s most basic form, sex is an act. It’s an activity between two people; no different than going to dinner or playing a sport.

But it can become more.

I was in a poly relationship. We both slept with other people—at some points more than each other. But sex between us was always better. There were things others could do for her that I couldn’t. There were things I’d do with others that I didn’t with her. But ours was always better. Because it was us. The connection we shared went far beyond the physical. When I released inside her, I was marking her has mine. When her release poured over me, she was claiming me as her own.

The sex itself was nothing special. What was special was the meaning we gave it. The emotions we injected into the act that we never shared with anyone else.

For many, I believe this is what makes poly relationships difficult to understand. They make an inherent connection between sex and an emotional commitment. For some, this may be an impossible hurdle. But for those who can see past the social norm, the old (let’s face it) religious backbone of this belief, it’s easy to see the difference between the emotional connection and the physical act.