SM Is....

by Don Meisen

Used by permission of Society of Janus

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SM is watching the neighborhood kids play cops and robbers and the look on the face of the one that has maneuvered herself into being the victim - all tied up and the center of attention.

SM is when the belt hits, first it stings like hell, then it's warm.

SM is two guys on a Harley, the front one raunchy and hairy and wearing full leathers, and his passenger in neat Levis, polo shirt, and tennis shoes. SM is the lady doctor from out of state that you keep tied up in a cage all weekend, and you invite your friends.

SM is trying to piss while your mistress holds your cock and makes comments.

SM is your slave holding her hair out of the way without being told, as you put on her collar.

SM is the quiet typist by day who turns into a whip-wielding mistress by the night in a professional house of dominance.

SM is the sweat, and wondering if you're going to pass out, and finally letting go.

SM is a pair of tiny gold handcuffs on an expensive dress at the symphony.

SM is Sunday brunch at an SM bar: and even though you're a straight couple, the leathermen know that you're into it too.

SM is the Story of 0, when you've been there, too.

SM is putting in an ad, and you get 55 responses the first week.

SM is making your boyfriend wear a French maid outfit, and serve lunch to you and your two best girlfriends, who are into women's lib.

SM is screaming "THAT'S ONE SIR! THANK YOU SIR!" at the top of your lungs.

SM is the gratitude, all your life, to the person who brought you out.

SM is trying to explain the massive frame and eyebolts to your landlady.

SM is finding the perfect pair of boots.

SM is your new slave, blindfolded, masturbating, and telling his secret fantasies, while you watch and listen to every marvelous detail.

SM is falling asleep with your hands and feet bound - and the dreams.

SM is the guy at the party who asks if he can try on your handcuffs.

SM is the proud African youth in National Geographics, with a skewer through his cheeks, and knowing that you both know what you know.

SM is forgetting to take off your steel cockring, and it sets off the alarm at the airport.

SM is how hot her ass feels when you caress the welts.

SM is putting up with a picky uncertain submissive, novice-new, who does't know how to say what he wants to say; but finally he gets down to it, and takes your breath away with the magnificent totality of his submission.

SM is all the people explaining why SM is so bad, knowing nothing about it, and you want to giggle, because they're so serious.

SM is the perfume of sweaty leather.

SM is your fifth anniversary, and all your friends hold and cuddle you while your lover has a professional piercer put a gold ring through your labia. Afterwards she holds and kisses you, and you'd do anything for her.

SM is Errol Flynn chained by pirates.

SM is the uniform in your closet, waiting for Saturday night.

SM is being absentminded at work on Monday.

SM is being taken downstairs blindfolded and handcuffed. After you're stripped and tied up, the blindfold comes off, and you see it's soundproof.

SM is hurting the one you love, just exactly right.

SM is wondering what your co-executives would say if they knew about the welts and the sticky panties underneath your conservative suit.

SM is wishing you could afford one of everything at the SM shop.

SM is seeing a branding, done right, and marveling "how easy!"

SM is how good your nipples feel when the clamps are perfect; and then the little bite more, and how your nipples adjust to accept that, too.

SM is the humiliation of discovering that your new slave is far more experienced than you are.

SM is spotting an ancient gay masochist on the bus: shaved head, faded jacket,heavy chain and padlock around his neck, very clean, tattoos coming out of his collar and cuffs-quiet, upright, proud, centered, and content.

SM is shaking talcum power into your rubber suit.

SM is that sound of the whip as it cuts through the air and the sweet burn when it finally kisses your flesh

SM is the dog dish kept under your desk at the office

SM is seeing the light twinkle in her eyes at the prospect of a good hard spanking, having her hold the crop in her mouth as you do it, on penalty of it's use, and having her drop it on purpose, and you both know it.

SM is the warm caress as He wipes away the tears and the new tears that fall in love and gratitude...

SM is loving someone so completely that you trust them enough to give them your entire being mind body and soul

SM is nervous giggles as you try out the vibrating nipple clamps that turn into erotic whimpers

S&M is the jingling of the d-rings on your 3 inch leather wrist and anke cuffs as you walk through the grocery store getting things for dinner...

SM is kneeling at your Masters feet wearing a posture collar wrists cuffed to the middle O-ring, kneeling, holding His plate while He eats and you love it

S&M is knowing *exactly* what colors your skin will turn, exactly how many hours later

SM is smiling as you listen to your slave tell you his limits then narrowing your eyes with a secret smile knowing in 2 months he will be begging to go past that limit.

SM is Nipple clamps, strangle games, making her wait and beg before she is allowed to cum, spankings, whippings, ALL OVER THE BODY while she hangs in cuffs from the ceiling

SM is binding so tight it's hard to breathe, leather clothing, latex pajamas, having her sleep on the floor at the end of the bed, hogtied cause she was bad, collars, corsettes, leather sexual combat armour, knife play

SM is branding, tattooing, piercing, ornamental cutting, sharing out, service all day long, she kneeling at the front door waiting for Master to come home, the tears of sadness at a disappointed look, the tears of joy as the whip cuts the flesh

SM is laughing cumming crying and screaming all at once... it's been said that the more emotion you can squeeze into the moment, the better it is.!

SM is the smell of leather clothing. It's asking to go to the bathroom. It's begging to cum and not being allowed to.

SM is having her drop to her knees, in public, in a restaurant when you give her "that" look.

S&M is having your hands cuffed to the rod in the closet, waiting blindfolded for hours for the first exquisite kiss of the crop and cumming immediately - with permission, of course - when it at last occurs...

S&M is falling asleep as she moves against her restraints in bed, and knowing she will lie there and wait for you to get up first, have a shower and then return to untie her.

SM is being careful how one sits and walks at the office the next day

SM is loving her enough to BE ABLE TO HIT HER and to make her cry out in pain, and joy..

SM is finding that which makes her happy, and then using it to pleasure her.

SM is ignoring her for an entire day, as she sits bound in the next room, weeping softly, cause she pissed you off the night before!

SM is picking all her clothing for her, and making her try them on in the store, one outfit at a time, waiting for that nod that says, "yes" buy it.

SM is sitting around with friends and proudly displaying and reminising about your scars...knowing exactly who gave them to you and when...

SM is the stifled giggles from a naked bound slave in the bathroom as her Master explains to the neighbor that everything is really just fine, thank you...

SM is knowing she wants it but is afraid at first to let on, and finally hours later having her beg for it, whimpering, and weeping with each stroke.

SM is having her kneel for you for an entire afternoon, while you explain to her how much you love her, and the blindfold is on her so tight.

SM is seeing her face cloud over or light up, all dependent on your facial expression.

SM is a naked subbie begging to be allowed to keep her socks on because the floor is so cold...

SM is the speed at which you hit the floor when you hear the word "Kneel!" come in that tone of voice...

SM is letting your slave tell you all about her fantasy of dominating you and exactly how she would take control; then cutting her off with a single word, "kneel"...

SM is getting Him new ties for His birthday because He ruined all of His tying you to the poster bed...

SM is the panic in her eyes as you pinch her nose shut after you have duct taped her mouth, she being bound completely.

SM is calling your sweet sub at work and making her work real hard not to let anyone know that she is cumming at her desk with your voice in her ear...

SM is running your fingernail up her back so hard, she cuts her lower lip with her own teeth, because you told her to be quiet.

SM is pausing a second anytime you meet someone new to picture them bound spread-eagled on your bed with blindfold and nipple clamps in place...

SM is having to hide in your office for half an hour after getting off the phone because your slave's submission was soooooooooo good...

SM is like having a big argument where all the people involved agree.

SM is feeling the electricity in the air as she kneels before you, cheek pressed to the floor... watching her tremble in fear and desire, seeing the wanting win out over all... hearing the sharp whistle of the crop as it cuts through the air, the soft sound of her quick breaths she hears it... then the intense silence as you let it pass her by, only a small puff of air striking her... hearing her whimper of despair a second later...

SM is knowing you will not need to reprimand; that a sub will fall to her knees and beg forgiveness the second she realizes that she has failed to give you the respect of capping your name...

SM is being bound and tossed on the bed... and left.

SM is being bound and tossed on the bed... and not left... *smile*

SM is having her kneel besifde the couch, holding your ashtray and teacup, while you read the morning paper on Sunday.

SM is sliding the tip up your knife up her body, leaving a little trail of blood behind it, moving close and closer to her face... and seeing nothing but love and trust in her eyes...

SM is going to the store for a pack of smokes while she's tied to the picnic table in the back yard...

SM is asking her to hold your cigarette while you are working on the car, and hearing her whimper as you foolishly allowed it to linger so long as to burn her fingers, kissing her, feeling awful, and at the same time proud as hell.

SM is taking being called His slut....whore....slave....bitch....fuck~toy and princess....