List your kinks.
To list each and every one of my kinks is an impossible task, so I have pared it down to the top ten.
Relinquishing power to M, be it given willingly or taken by force, leaves me awash with feelings that I truly cannot describe. There is arousal, of course, but there is something else too, something inexplicably profound that shakes me to my very core. Adrenaline, fear, empowerment, respect, love, awe, these emotions, along with many others, create a powerful sensation that is ultimately pleasurable. Allowing M the power that I do is easily my most prominent kink, although being on the other end of things is an incredible feeling as well.
Control & Discipline
Most balk at the idea of micromanagement, extreme control, and discipline, but not I. So long as I know that these things come from a place of love and care, rather than insecurity, I embrace them fully and oblige willingly.
I have long enjoyed the struggle of a fight, be it a physical altercation or a verbal one. I enjoy matching my wits, my physical strength, my verbal dexterity, my reaction times, and the like with others. Actual fighting I avoid whenever possible, but I will rarely turn down an invitation to a friendly spar. It is a release of sorts, one that is necessary on a somewhat regular basis if I wish to avoid the feelings of restlessness that occur when I've not recently had an opportunity battle somehow.
Consensual non-consent is a fairly broad term, one that includes such activities as rape play, a long held fantasy of mine. It, obviously, incorporates aspects of struggle, particularly of a physical sort, and if done right delivers a delicious dose of fear and perhaps a bit of pain. Yum.
I am sadist. I enjoy inflicting pain, fear, and other forms of discomfort upon others and I savor the reactions to these things. My sadism is not sexual in nature; I do not become sexually aroused when I am beating upon someone with all my might, nor when I am harshly abusing someone verbally. It is a different pleasure all together, but a powerful one.
Though I am much less a masochist than a sadist, my masochistic tendencies run deep. There are times when I have no interest in feeling pain, but when I am in the proper mood I can allow myself to sink deeply in to the sensations.
Humiliation, along with degradation and objectification, is a very potent method of bringing me to my knees, in every way. My experience with these three things is limited and the unknown of them only adds to their power, to my fear of them. Despite, or possibly because of, this I crave them almost incessantly and revel in the feelings that they arouse in me.
I was once quite wary of anal play, but it is something that I have come to love, simply because it feels wonderful. Whether its the rough pad of M's thumb toying with my asshole, his soft, wet tongue licking inside of it, or his long, hard cock penetrating, it feels absolutely delightful.