There is nothing wrong with you. You aren’t damaged, not because of this. The thrill you f

There is nothing wrong with you. You aren’t damaged, not because of this. The thrill you feel when the heavy sting of a hand on your cheek cuts into you isn’t indicative of some wider malaise, an underlying sickness that you can only cope with when you’re drowning in pain. That is not why you want what you want.  You aren't submissive because your daddy didn’t love you enough. I’m not Dominant because I’m a borderline psychopath. I didn’t pull the legs off spiders when I was a kid, and I don’t have fantasies about killing my co workers. There’s nothing wrong with me. There’s nothing wrong with you.  This isn’t an outlet for the darkness inside of you, some fucked up shadow that you have to keep hidden when the civilised people are around. We’re not heroin addicts in the corner, getting high and getting low, and hitting rock bottom because of our addiction. This isn’t an addiction, and guilt isn’t your problem to have. You have nothing to be ashamed of, you’re not fucked up. Not you. No more than anyone else.  Whatever issues you may or may not have, they’re not why you’re getting into D/s. They’re not why you like to be spanked, or degraded, or why you want to feel like you belong. Those are the accusing cries of those who recognise the attraction but are too cowardly to admit that to themselves. And so they lash out, and try to hit some truth somewhere. Everyone has issues. Of course they’re going to hit home eventually. Ignore them. Fuck them. You have this. You have me. They have denial.  There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re as perfect as anyone, just like this. -- source link

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