Someone said today that I seem to delight in making her upset and nauseated. Okay. She has obviously forgotten that I am a Sadist or doesn’t have a clue about what that really means. I’ll allow her the illusions she has built around the romance of pain. Pain is just that…pain. Real pain isn’t love and flowers; it isn’t a slap on the ass. It is the gritty, nasty business of torment. I delight in her emotional and physical turmoil.

One term that has gotten tossed around openly is ‘Sadist.’ I’ve only met 3 people who fall into this category with me. 3, in all of these years.

Being sadistic is not scolding firmly and then giving them a cuddle when they whimper - it is crushing them mentally and then leaving them to suffer with the agony for days.

Being sadistic is not a rough spanking. It is not a backhand across the cheek. - It is dominating someone to the point they will do anything for you. Pain. Intense, agonizing pain - just because they love you so much it hurts. It is making them feel every barb and then, when they can’t take it a second longer, bringing them back.

Sadists are dark and passionate people. They care for their ‘target’ and if responsible, make certain to select only those people strong enough to handle the heat.

Perhaps if she knew this…her understanding would change.