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Undie night was a heap of fun. Mikey and I were beind the bar all night long just serving, serving, serving, which was awesome- we play well together, for the most part.

Most amusing part of the night- the end, when everyone's exhausted and just a little tiddly. Like the guy who came back to the coat check and insisted they still had his clothes- despite the fact that he was fully clothed.

And Mauri- poor, poor Mauri- I turned to see him staring at the turntable with a look of terror on his face as the needle sat on the inner groove of the record. "The record's finished, but the music's still playing!!", he gasped.

"That's because you're playing a CD", I said.

Just cogs turning...

I was just ruminating, taking notes, when this popped out:

Dominance in the bedroom is akin to abuse: you give them something they need, whether they agree with you at the time or not.

In the end they come to crave it, needing it to explore the shameful submissive part of their psyche.

That is our role as dominants: to bring a simpler, more introspective perspective to our charges' lives. To show them it's ok to be submissive, even if they don't get it at first. To care for their development and help them to be nothing less than the most wonderful selves they can be.

That is why I say it is akin to abuse. For without an abuser, how can a man explore the depths of his submissive victimhood?

Talk about off on a tanget! but still, I like it as a piece of writing that resonates with me. ;-)

WTF?

Is that really a ropeburned Zangief begging to be tied up again?