When the time comes I want to be empty for You so that You can fill me in

I’ve been recently shedding off more and more of my expectations and (what I think are) my needs, in rope, in BDSM and in life in general. I began to realize that they are clouding my experience of what is right in front of me. Instead of living my life in the shape that it is having at this moment, and learning from it, I dream almost constantly about the things that might happen or about the things that I miss. The fact is, though, that no need or desire fulfilled in my dreams is better than the most mundane reality. Because nothing beats direct experience.

When you are having an intense D/s encounter with someone, it is easy to be in the moment. It is easy to forget yourself in the midst of the sensual flood that is descending upon you. It is easy to enjoy what is happening. To open up and be vulnerable. In such a case, it is easy to let go. To allow yourself to feel and to be. To experience all there is to experience. To reach the depths of your existence.

It is also easy to get used to these highs. To begin to crave and seek them. To begin to feel as if you can not live without them. And even to begin to seek the experience more than the person you are doing it with. To feel so much in need for that depth or intensity that you will jump on anyone who is willing to provide you with even a glimpse of it.

It used to be the case with me and rope. I used to feel as if I needed to do rope. I would nag my riggers to tie me because I felt that I just needed to feel the rope around my body. That I will die if I don’t get it. It didn’t matter so much what they would tie on me. It almost didn’t matter who was tying me. The only thing that mattered was the rope. Around my body. And if it was mixed with a hint of a D/s power exchange, I was in heaven.

But recently, I’ve decided that it is not the way that I want to approach my practice. I do not want to use my riggers as disposers of sensations. I do not want to put pressure on people to provide space for me to get rid of the tensions that are within me. I do not want to treat my partners as simply means to get my needs met. I do not want my well-being to be dependent on whether or not I find a person to satisfy me on short notice. And I do not want my decisions of whether or not to give my freedom and soul to someone else to toy with to be dictated by the fact that I haven’t done it in the last couple of days.

I want to get tied by people when I feel like I want to get tied by them. I want my ‘Yes’ to be a ‘yes’ to this person at this moment in time, not an ever sounding ‘yes’ to anything that is slightly resembling what I am desperately craving for.

For that, I had to dissect what rope provides me with and find other ways in which I can provide it to myself. Not so that I don’t want to do rope anymore, but rather so that when I decide to taste someone (again), it is not because I am dying of hunger and I would eat anything that is put in front of me but because they look delicious and I really really am curious to see how they taste in a combination with my own flavour. And I am satiated enough to be able to savour the experience instead of devouring it all in one go.

I believe that I managed to do that. I have found out the things that being in ropes was providing me with. Some of them I didn’t like at all and decided to try to get rid of the need for them all together. For others, I have found ways to give it to myself without the use of rope.

I found ways to allow myself to open up and be vulnerable without having my body be bound by rope. I found ways to surrender in my daily life. I can provide a physical challenge to my body, make myself feel every little muscle in it without the help of bondage. Finally, I can be in the moment, experience all there is to experience, without having someone else to push me into it.

That doesn’t mean that I do not want to be in ropes anymore. It doesn’t mean that I am not looking forward to having my freedom taken away from me by someone else again.

It means that now when I get to feel Your rope tightening around my body again, when I get to feel Your presence taking away all my power, I will be empty and unbarred, ready to take You in. I will be there for You whole, the empty cup of my perception ready to be filled with the emotions that Your touch on my skin (or the lack of it) evokes. I will be ready to receive You and dance with You as we are, without expectations, without need, without preconceived images of what this encounter should be. I will be ready to take what You give directly, without trying to mould it into the shape that I want it to be.

Because when the time comes and we will get to dance this dance of power and weakness, of beauty and ugliness, of love and hatred, of life and death together, when we get to explore the most delightful distance and the most unbearable closeness, when our bodies and our minds get to meet, I need to be there whole and pure to truly meet You. I need to be there certain that this is exactly where I want to be, and You are exactly the person who I want to be with. I need that certainty in order to feel ready to jump over the cliff of my understanding, into the unknown.

And then I want to be empty. So that You can fill me in.