The Art of Pain

I had a dream about the world of BDSM in it's most idealistic state..
The dom/mes were so talented at what they did that it could have been considered a true form of art, and people would come from miles around to experience what the professional dominatrixes had to offer.. The atmosphere was perfect to me.. There was an air of mystique, incense was burning, the dom/mes were very serious about their trade, and the pain and pleasure on the faces of some of the subs was obvious.. It was Nirvanha.. combining the layers of heaven and hell for mind blowing moments of exquisite intensity..

I tried to join as a domme, because it was open to all so long as people had the money.. you simply picked the toys you wanted to use during your time there. The people at the door couldn't tell that I was experienced and suggested I start as a sub. I told them I had some experience, but wouldn't mind experiencing some of the more extreme things as a bottom. They looked doubtful, and said being a domme for the evening should be fine. They lead me to one of the rooms and tried to explain to me what I should do, but I was so distracted by the beauty of the dungeon and the people there that I didn't hear what they said clearly enough. I waited very patiently for my sub to appear, and lost track of time by day dreaming.. Before I knew it, my time was up, and I had wasted my money.. If only I had the courage to ask for help!

When I woke up, I felt as if I had seen some of the best that BDSM has to offer.. and that if I can overcome some of my issues, I could be an amazing domme just by knowing what is possible and putting more work and discipline in.. This dream has changed my way of seeing what it means to be a domme.. If I could choose an artform, I would love for it to be the art of pain and pleasure.. [not necessarily as a pro-domme.. just being a competent/skilled domme would be wonderful on it's own.. :)]

The Art of Pain

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