Greetings From A Perculiar Scumbag

[IAmCanadian]

Along with some friendly hellos, there are some very sobering responses here which make me think that I've likely misjudged the impact of my words. As a newcomer, I probably should have been a lot more cautious in the beginning. Considering the extremely inflammatory content of my other posts, I can only imagine the sort of responses that might have resulted. I'll try to work up the courage to check after I post. In my defense I can only offer the explanation that I didn't see my remarks as relatively alarming at the time of posting.

In practice this sort of relationship would be all about maintaining a pretense and indulging fantasies attached to that pretense. I imagine that such a relationship would carry with it a pact between my partner and I, in which care and mutual feelings of love and respect would be a largely unspoken part. When abuse is based on inflicting a feeling of worthlessness for sexual titillation on both ends, feelings of love and affection spoil the mood.

Of course, the way I look at it, what I want to do is no more abusive than dripping candle-wax on a pair of exposed buttocks. It's just a brand and extremity of infliction for which I haven't found a willing masochist.

Looking back over what I've said here and elsewhere, though, I'm slightly haunted by the use of the word "theoretical" to describe my would-be sub in the responses. Though it wasn't meant as such, this word comes as a sort of indictment of the entire idea. Perhaps you're right- perhaps it is just unworkable and perverse- a male fantasy born some long time ago that I haven't been able to shed. Whether or not that's the case, I can't deny that it appeals to me, as hyperbolic as some of the suggested acts may seem.

EDIT: Intellectual honesty and sadism again clash here. The major obstacle I encounter is the inconsistancy between degrading a submissive for sexual pleasure and simultaneously appreciating that person for the unique and wonderful companion they represent. It's already been said that the perfect submissive for me would be a rare woman indeed, and I agree! Rare and precious as a caged bird with the brightest of plumage. So how could I want to turn her into a such a worthless, self-deprecating slut, telling her constantly how little she's worth, and encouraging her to say the same? This is where the truth of this relationship is best illustrated. In lowering herself to indulge my fantasies (and hers) she ironically proves her preciousness even as she's screaming at the top of her lungs about how much of a garbage pail she is. It's in the extremity of her desire to have no value that she proves her value. In time of passion, sure- we would play at her personal oblivion. Unspoken between us, though, would be the intellectually honest truth that she is worth more to me than anything.

- FS