An even game

He was a man made of shadow, of mist. It was so hard to pin him down, find out at least one fact about him, that he seemed almost like a ghost to her. Each question he answered raised ten additional ones but with no chance for a follow-up. And the harder he was to grasp, the more desperate she was to uncover his truth. In the end, she was a mathematician and throughout her life unsolvable equations were what was keeping her up at night. And recently, it was his countless unknown variables that were depriving her of her sleep.

At the same time, there was nothing more straightforward, nothing more clear-cut and undeniable than the look in his cold eyes telling her “you are mine”. At that sight, she knew that she would give him everything, even if he didn’t reveal any of his secrets to her. She belonged to him, even though she was not even sure if he was real. She was, however, and she was his. It was as obvious as a lipstick imprint on a wine glass.

To him, there was nothing mysterious about her, even though they have only just met a couple of times. He could, however, already see through her like through a piece of cellophane. He could read every thought and emotion on her face as if she was writing it for him on paper. Maybe even clearer. Her expressions could tell him what she herself was not even aware of. Of course, he didn’t know many details about her life yet but it didn’t matter. What mattered was that he could know them if he wanted to. And he already knew most of the things that interested him.

Even though she was so easy to read, she was not a simple girl. On the contrary - she seemed like a rather complex person. The depths of despair that she was capable of reaching and the ease with which she could go there and then come back were rather impressive. She wanted to be destroyed and she wanted to be broken. The role of the victim was what she was auditioning for. And that was what he found so challenging and fascinating about her at the same time.

It was one thing to break a submissive who was devoted to him out of love, to make her suffer in the name of her feelings and use her devotion against her to satisfy his cruelty. It was entirely another to make one who actually wants to be broken regret her desires, to give her what she wants and then put a mirror in front of her and make her realise what it made of her - despicable, low creature, something less than a human. And then - make her want to be a human again. Oh no - that was an entirely different endeavour. One that he hasn't embarked on with anyone before. And he could feel that with her it was going to be a delight. Even without, or maybe especially, without her knowing.

Of course, she was not aware of his thinking. But she could sense that what he had in mind for her was not going to be pleasant. She could sense that he was not simply going to play according to her rules. He was not going to break her as in her beloved psychodramas, while she would stay the director. Oh no. He was actually going to break her, she felt. And that feeling made her paralysed with fear and desire. He was not an evil man but he was a man who had read her mind. And the fact that he was still here after having done that was alarming. No sane person would stay after seeing what lived inside her head. Yet here he was.

Should she run? Stupid question. Of course that she should run but it was already too late for that. Both he and she have smelled her blood.

To be continued…

This time I wasn't scared, I was terrified

We've reached a new level of fear play recently. A level on which it starts to be really hard to tell the fantasy from the truth, where the line between them becomes blurry and you start doubting whether what you are doing is really just a game. And now the only thing that I can think of is that I want more.

We love fear play and we do lots of it. I think that fear is one of the emotions that are the easiest for him to elicit in me (apart from arousal). It is always bubbling under the surface when I am around him. And he uses it a lot in our play. For example when he snaps at me unexpectedly. Or when he grabs my throat and says “I could just kill you right now”.

I like to be afraid of him. There is something in the mixture of love and fear that is really intoxicating for me. It's this moment of confusion when you both relish in what is happening to you and at the same time wish that it was over. Your brain can't really comprehend it so it floods your body with hormones.

He can make me scared of many things. Of pain (even though I am a masochist, when he hurts me with the intention to really hurt, I don’t enjoy it), of his disappointment (since what I want the most is for him to be pleased with me), of him leaving me (yes, he can be mean like that), even of death from his hand (in play I do believe that it's a plausible scenario). In all these cases though, part of the reason why it works is that I want to be scared. I want to believe him. I enjoy playing this game. So I let my brain follow the route that he has prepared for me.

This time was different. This time he terrified me to the core, even though I was trying to convince myself that what he was saying was not true. I was trying to get out of the hole that he dug under me, but the harder I was trying, the deeper I was falling in.

It was after an already heavy scene where he was demanding me to answer his questions, while at the same time making me unable to speak by putting pressure on me and stressing me out, which always makes me lose my voice. It seemed like the scene was over and we moved to the aftercare. Only that we didn't. He can be amazing like that, striking the hardest when I least expect it.

We were talking and cuddling and he was telling me that he loves me. Suddenly his attitude shifted, he started to seem a bit mad, or maybe mad is a wrong word, a bit psycho. “You have no idea what you're getting into,” he said and started laughing. “I'm going to fuck you up. Oh yes, I'm going to fuck you up really badly.”, there was something in the way he said it that made me shiver and want to run. “Where do you think you're going? Come here, come to me.”, he said, grabbing my head fiercely with his forearm. “Don't worry, I'm here for you.”

Only I didn't want him to be there. I felt like I needed to get away from him or otherwise he will do something really bad to me. I started fighting, but there was no way for me to escape his grip. He was way too strong. “I think you don't understand. Even if you manage to convince yourself that you should leave me, which I don't think you will, I am not going to let you go. You're mine and there is nothing that can change it.”

I was terrified. Is that true? Is he really a psychopath and not a loving boyfriend with complementary kinky interests that I was taking him for? What if this is the only moment that he is being honest with me? What if all his love and devotion is just a lie in order to get to me? In order for him to be able to weave his net tighter and tighter around me until there will be no space for me to breathe? “Did you really think that I actually love you?” he asked and laughed again. “Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I don't. I just wanted to get to your tiny brain that is so much fun to play with. How could I love someone as pathetic as you?”

This broke my heart. It felt so wrong. I truly wanted him to stop at that moment. It wasn't fun at all. It wasn't just one of those little dramatic acts that we played so often. It felt real. It felt like one of those scenes in the movies about serial killers when they think they've won, so they start to reveal all their secrets to their victims. Only in the movies, it usually turns out that they didn't win. And here I definitely felt like he did. He was right, I belonged to him and I was not going to run from him. There was no question about that. It is something that I have been communicating to him for a while now, but it didn't seem like he was going to use that fact anytime soon. I wished he did, but I was also ready to wait as I didn't want to push him into anything. As it turned out, he is more than ready to use it, but I won't be able to predict how.

It's not like I believe that I'm dating a psychopath. I don't. But... He made me realise that I can't exclude this possibility. Because it's not like it's impossible. With his manipulation skills… I just can't exclude it. And it's fucking hot. He made me feel like I might be in real danger. And I will not be sure if I am until it's too late. Isn't that terrifying? And crazy sexy? Or am I just a little bit insane?