Connecting Through Simple Rituals

Rituals are something that the BDSM community has in common with many cultures, religions, and even athletes. Some rituals are formal and grand, kneeling and crossing oneself for communion. Others are less ceremonious, an athlete crossing himself before a game or always wearing some cherished object. For cultures and religions, they are a fundamental part of life. For others, they are emotionally significant. It’s a basic part of human nature that connects us to something considerable outside our own feeling or skill. We may do this thing to bring us luck, when we talk to God, or when we just want to feel connected to something bigger than ourselves.

For many of us, the rituals we practice in the BDSM community are significant to us and our partners. Our rituals may have pieces that are similar, but unlike religious ceremonies, we tailor things to what works for us as individuals. There is a commonality many Power Exchange relationships share with religion; we kneel to the one who holds power over us. It is a form of respect, a way to connect us to that person or entity. In this simple act of supplication, we are defining that we give up control.

It isn’t necessary to define why we give up control, only to recognize that we do. We allow this exchange of power freely; it is not taken from us. By performing a ritual that acknowledges our yielding of control we give ourselves power over the unseen demons of this life.

Kneeling is so simple for some, painful for others. I kneel every night at Dr. Payne’s feet as he removes my day collar, and we say goodnight. This daily ritual acknowledges our Power Exchange, our commitment to the collar, and our love for each other.  This act is almost like evening prayers. It is an act that we use to reconnect that bond at the end of the day; to say thank you for the continued support, to acknowledge that we survived a particularly trying day, or for a brief reminiscence of what a great day it was.

When we are able to practice that thing that we do, there are rituals before a scene. The moment Dr. Payne tells me to strip and present for binding and the actions before we begin a scene are reminders of my place as His submissive, a reminder that I have surrendered.  The last movement as I stand naked and bound, we share a moment of quiet as our breathing syncs and I am reminded I am His.

Even the end of the scene has significant meaning as I am unbound, wrapped in a blanket, and held as I shiver and cry: He reminds me, “I’ve got you.” I belong to Him and I am protected.

There are moments in my life that a specific ritual feels so necessary as if I might collapse from mental torment without it. At other times, these specific acts are a quiet reminder that I am whole.

Whatever that ritual is for you, allow it to be yours and move you in a healthy stable direction. Our rituals should be that thing that reminds us we are made whole by something outside ourselves.

I lost myself

TW – self harm, depression

It was harder and harder to concentrate on tasks.

I stopped writing.

I was frequently asking for clarification of tasks and instructions from Dr. Payne.

Then I stopped obeying all together.

I know how to take care of myself. I know I should love myself. I know how to be obedient. When my head’s on straight, obedience to Dr. Payne is second nature. It sounds simple; yet, some days it is almost impossible to take care of myself, then a vicious circle starts:

  • If I don’t take care of myself my depression takes over instead of Dr. Payne.
  • If my depression takes over, I don’t want to take care of myself.
  • If my depression takes over I stop trusting.

I had become certain Dr. Payne and Princess were plotting to kick me out of their lives.

That was it: I was hopelessly lost down the rabbit hole and couldn’t find my way out.  Fear convinced me everyone wanted me there, nobody loved me, and nobody was going to help me find my way back to me. I felt stuck between the dead and living, in a limbo state I thought I would never have to visit again. I didn’t ask to go there, but once I was in that place I felt I deserved to be there.

I re-read my writings; I knew I wrote this, but I suddenly had no idea who this person was and how I was going to be like that again. I had become someone I didn’t recognize, someone I thought I had dismissed years ago.

But being stuck in that place it became extremely hard to ask or even want help. I was convinced I deserved every bad thing that happened.

It has now become a loop. I’ll have few good days, but then I am hopelessly lost again. They are becoming fewer and farther apart, but I still have some awful downward spirals. They can las moments, but often are several hours.

So how do I get back to where I want to be; need to be?

  • Supporting my partners!
  • Kneeling at my Dominant’s feet!

I have thoughts. I have a plan. This is not a day-by-day or week-by-week process, it’s more like minute by minute, and hour by hour. I hope that soon minutes will extend into hours, hours will extend into days, and days will extend into weeks. Then I’ll know I’m making progress.  For now I have to measure progress by minutes and hours.

This process to get back to a healthy mental state starts with some serious self-evaluation. You must be able to admit you need help, then you must take the steps to get the help. You must allow the people around you to help and support you. Easier said than done.

If you are in this hole with me as you read this; trust me, we can do this no matter what our brain is telling us.

Without help and intervention you can get stuck in issues of fear and react to the people around you with hostility.

You must have your Dom’s support in this. Below are some of the steps I am taking, all with Dr. Payne’s support:

  • I talked to my partners and told them I was struggling.
  • I found a kink-friendly therapist.
  • Being able to speak openly about my dynamic and partners was especially important.
  • When I could not find anyone locally that said they were kink-friendly, I looked for therapists that said they were sex-positive or LGBTQ+ friendly and sent them an email to ask. Don’t give up; this is a really important step.
  • I am doing all the things my therapist has told me to do:
  • Purchased the book she recommended.
    • Spending time outside more often.
    • Connecting with friends even if it is just online.
  • Exercising again.
  • Getting enough sleep:
  • I was staying up too late not always doing anything terribly worth-while.
  • Watching what I eat, and eating enough:
    • Historically I had been a stress eater, but now I was having trouble wanting to eat. Low-blood sugar is not helping my moods.
  • Reading again:
    • Intellectually stimulating fiction and non-fiction, to change my negative thought patterns.

Don’t run away and hide; stay connected to your friends and community, and people who will encourage a healthy mindset.

Avoid people who:

  • Pity your mental illness,
  • Try to compare their pain as being worse than yours.
  • Openly scold you for feeling that way.

Fear and depression will tell you nobody loves you, but this isn’t true. You need compassion, from others and for yourself.

I went down the rabbit hole, it didn’t happen over-night. My depression was slow and sneaky. I didn’t realize how bad it was until I was already lost. The road back to stable, manageable days will not happen overnight either, and it’s not something to be taken lightly. Do the work, listen to the people who genuinely care.

Concentrating is still hard, but I have started to write again. Gradually I am finding myself again.

The space in my head

Subspace; it starts as soon as the binding are on. It continues, it deepens as we make our way through the scene.

The pounding leather on my back and tickling of electricity all work to bring out the screams, the release.

Slowly one tear rolls down my cheek. Soon they are pouring, tears and snot running around my gag.

I scream and spit around the gag. All the emotional pain: I scream it all out.

There is no more room for this in the space in my head. I only want the calm of subspace where everything feels right.

It hurts

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Today it hurts

My mental illness tries to own me

The anxiety throws me into the undertow

The depression drags me under

I worry if Sir will see me struggling and pull me out

Will He notice or will I quietly slip away

Then He takes my hand

He grabs my collar

He looks into my eyes

He says, “come back to me”

I remember who owns me

And the hurt is eased

The act of SHAME

How is it that as a kinky person I still feel shame for something I do? In fact, it’s the most sexually ordinary thing I do: masturbation.

I am delighted to write kinky stories, but to talk about my own masturbation makes me turn red and want to hide my face. Masturbation is something most kinky people will talk about freely, so why do I find it so hard?

I will masturbate for Dr. Payne, but to talk about sticking my fingers in my pussy or to use a toy, leaves me squeamish.  Is it the act, or the account, that I find shameful?

It’s an odd level of shame I have trouble understanding, and it sticks with me. Why? As a submissive my life is full of personal and sexual exploration. It is very much what I am about. Dr. Payne and I tell people to feel what you are going to feel. We know from experience that bottling up feelings and denying who you are is emotionally toxic.

Thus, I find myself asking: what is my deal with masturbation? Is talking about the act of sticking my fingers into my moist pussy a necessary thing?  I feel it’s something I have to explore.

Why do I have any shame about this, and why do I feel this need to figure out that shame?

There are kinks I now love and embrace happily, that were once hard limits. I did not accept these kinks as a part of me. In the early days, even the thought of getting naked in a public dungeon wasn’t just shameful, it was horrifying! There was a certain level of self-confidence I needed to get to, and a level of shame for those specific things I needed to get past.

So now I am back to wondering why I do I have this sense I need to examine and get past this most basic of sexual activities? Might it be that my need to get past this shame has to do with a very big fear: If I do not keep moving forward—learning, growing–might I go backward to the person who was ashamed of everything about themselves and had no self-love?

I understand how important it is to not let negative emotions control me, and shame was an awfully controlling force in my life for many years.

At the heart of why I need to assess my shame in talking about masturbation is about the fact that at some level, I am still allowing shame to seep in and control certain parts of my thinking. If I am allowing shame to control me who am I really submitting to?

Now I’m back to the shame and how do I get past it? Is it about the act?

The answer is in the why I need to delve into this: It is about my submission to Dr. Payne. In my heart I have a deep need to serve Dr. Payne and I desire to please the people around me. Masturbation is often a solo thing, for my pleasure only. Pleasing myself and doing thigs strictly for myself has been historically a difficult thing for me.

In the end it seems I am still learning to love me and allow myself to be sexually free and allow myself to do things that are just for me.

Soon I may be writing tales of sticking my tiny pink vibrator in my dripping pussy and squirting all over my sheets. 

Hmm.  That didn’t feel shameful to write.  Maybe, like masturbation itself, practicing writing about masturbation makes perfect.

The Kitchen Scene

He took my hand and led me around the kitchen island. No words were necessary, I knew I was to stand where I was placed. He pulled up my dress. Dr. Payne girls don’t wear pants at home.

I felt the sweetest sensation as my panties were slid off. Anyone could have caught a glimpse of my bare ass and our activities through the uncovered windows, but I didn’t care. We were home alone, and my Dominants gestures suggested this would be more than a simple fun spanking.

I leaned on the kitchen island, subspace was coming, and we both needed the headspace. I stood there obediently and felt his hands caress my ass, my thighs, my pussy. I heard the freezer door open. I did not say anything. The freezer meant cold, cold is my kink. Would it be a chain or perhaps a knife?

It did not matter, soon the feeling of cold was filling my pussy, and tapping gingerly at my ass. I was gone, enveloped by the delightful feeling of subspace.

At this point it becomes an amazing dream, only vaguely remembered. Cloudy recollections of a numb pussy, and multiple orgasms. I heard something solid placed on the counter. I did not look. It would break the spell.

It was not over. Dr. Payne fucked me right there in the open kitchen.

I am collared I am owned I am his.

I clung to the counter. I dare not let go, my legs were no longer capable of holding me up.

I was held at the end in my Dominants perfectly protecting arms. Once my head cleared, I looked at my new gifts sitting on the kitchen counter.

Future play spins in my head as I look at two glorious glass dildos.