In kink, she doesn’t search for someone to make her feel all cute and cuddly. Of course that can be encompassed in part of the ritualistic methodology delivered in aftercare, however she doesn’t search for cuddles when traversing the rabbit holes of kink.
The search in kink is about breaking limits and barriers that have been embedded by a lifetime of peer pressure and social conditioning. To discover a world of pleasure that can only be delivered when she finally finds a way to break free from the shackles of a vanilla centric and driven existence.
Some love the cathartic release found in rope play, where they can float on a world delivered by the loss of control that comes from being bound and in some cases, suspended in that bind. The caress of the rope on their skin as it is applied, contrasted with the tightness of the bind and the float of the suspension. The ability for the feel of that rope to begin the path to subspace that only a rope bunny will ever experience and understand.
Some love the delivery of pain that allows them to transform to a different sphere, that pain bringing them to life and allowing them to feel catharsis through pleasure derived from the pushing of limits, comfort zones and the feeling of connection with themselves and another, that can only occur from the delivery of kink induced pain.
Some love the delivery of tasks and structure that comes with submission to a Dominant. The control that comes with structured tasks, embedded often into their daily lives, almost becoming ritualistic between the two parties involved. The need to submit by the submissive matching the energy and flow of the need to subjugate by the Dominant.
Psychological edge play is the plane of existence where she visits that even pushes the boundary of a normal kinkster. That place where she can be mentally subjugated with extremities of play that make some simply shudder and others openly wonder why the fuck she would willingly want that treatment. It is a play style that few understand, but the ones that do find true release from the shackles and restraints of existence that have kept them prisoner for their entire life.
The ones that delve into psychological kink play, want control taken from them. Not just physical control, but mental and psychological control. Entire control, that should never be confused with 24/7 TPE. Psychological play can still be simply a role based temporary play that only occurs during the play sessions, or it can become a 24/7 way of life.
In psychological play, the most common path to begin is humiliation and degradation. Whether light or heavy, this encompasses a special type of play that needs to be handled with extreme care, delivered only from those experienced enough to understand the difference between the beauty of kink based play, as opposed to crossing the line of vanilla based toxicity.
When searching for psychological play, she wants more than the average connection. She wants you to use her. Abuse her. To have the ability to fight back taken brutally from her. To be humiliated and degraded in ways that send shivers down the spine of most. To spit on her as you make her scream. To force her mouth open and spit in her mouth to make her understand how the fluid bond creates that unique method of ownership.
To do things to her that others only secretly fantasise about and vanillas fear to even whisper about. To pull her fucking holes open wide as you piss into them. To collar her or perhaps brand her in ways that openly display her debauched ownership needs to others that know how to see and recognise those lifestyle choices. To run the edge of a blade along her most tender parts as you control her entire being. To choke her and cut of the blood supply to her brain and your very grip around her throat is the existence of life or death for her.
To exert mental control on her, that creates an unbreakable bond of need and desire to please and pleasure as required. Where her own pleasure no longer is her priority. Where your pleasure takes precedence and she learns to derive pleasure from delivery of that pleasure to you. Where the need to complete a task given becomes her entire focus and if unable to deliver or complete the task, that transfers into mental and physical pain from the internal turmoil she feels from inability to complete said task.
Her entire world becomes focused on only one thing. Her chosen one and his world of needs. The one that can give her what no one else can. The perfect match to her implicit and extreme needs. The ability to be dragged down into his darkness and be forced to play in the pitch black pools of his nasty. To finally find someone who’s darkness entirely dwarfs her own dark world she finds herself living in. To find that one that can push her to the point of her limits that once existed, no longer existing, as she melts into his existence and begins to align with his needs, wants, desires and kinks.
She searches for that one special human that can take her safely into a place where danger exists at every turn, where fear thrives and monsters roam freely. The place where she openly chooses to play in a mental and physical world that at any moment can create trauma of extreme levels, yet because of the unquestionable and entire trust of her partner, she fears only fear itself and no longer fears being harmed by herself, or the actions of others. Yet with that level of danger present, she has never felt safer in the hands of another human being. A connection so implicitly real, raw and rare.
She searches for the one that can make her scream for you to stop and with the same breath, beg for fucking more...