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Love In BDSM

A relationship is born through a bonding of trust. One of which the dynamic of respect, honour and faith to their partners. With this, BDSM is different from any regular relationship - in my eyes.


When it comes to a Friend With Benefits relationship, it encompass a bonding of trust, communication and connection. This however doesn't need to be deep for its about being as friends with sex as the topping. The fear is when lust becomes love for one or the other - when one isn't there to commit.

This comes to me wondering what if... for a BDSM relationship. Would it be worse for the connections reign deeper - sipping into our souls?


I guess for me, it's different. For I know of a few that struggled to let go - and I too feel the same. It's not of romance but the connection, the exchange of power, the bonding built through a structure that enables two to enjoy a whole process at a deep intimate level.


For this, it's easy to say "I love you, Daddy" or "I love you, Master" and same vice versa. It neither of romance as what many thinks that's the only meaning of "Love" nor is it just of lust & desire. It's a connection that you know, even if it's over - it'll still and always be within as a mark have been made the moment the dynamics falls in place.

So... if one struggles to let go, it's only cause the impact is felt through. Just as how much it hurts me to know I've hurt Daddy, and how much Master still remains within. Every dynamic - even the shortest creates a silent yet deep connection.


It doesn't just leave for a mark had been made
It doesn't just leave for an impact been done
It doesn't just leave when one steps away
And for most, it'll never leave as it will remain.

We can try to push our emotions aside
Or separate ourselves from feeling
But BDSM disables when...
One is on the knees looking up
Another's hands on the partner's head
For everything will become one
Be it a session or 24/7
It's the intimate moment that remains
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