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Holy perverts
Greetings to all,
We are Alcid and Peach. Comfortably evolving in a D/s relationship that we’ve been nurturing for the last 2 years, now beginning the 3rd. Peach occasionally cannot refrain from calling me Master but I am more commonly going around as Sir. We’ve been living for the last 4 years in Israel, married for a good 12 years with three little trolls in tow to entertain us and keep us on the edge of madness.
When we met, quite a while back, I was hanging around the BDSM scene in Quebec (when there was one…), we had a few steady clubs and a as a member of the body modification scene I had quite a few friends in the BDSM world. At the time the whole thing was fun and interesting to me, but being in my early 20’s I did not grasp it properly and didn’t manage to canalize it or make it grow. It was also a period of turmoil at the end of a long relationship that finished rather tragically. Time came for a change and so I ended up in Asia. While over there I met my soulmate, Peach. Still being quite an proficient at looking scary and mysterious, I was already connecting with the scene over there. Wanting to test the waters, I brought a totally naive and charming vanilla girl right to the heart of a Torture Garden mega event.
Surely enough, the little one was fascinated, not scared, by the control scenes she witnessed. The scenes were ranging from light bondage and ice play to super heavy blood play, hook suspensions, fisting and so on. Funnily enough, only a few years later did the topic come back slowly on the table.
As our relationship evolved, I almost pulled out of the scene entirely. Kinky topics were always floating around, but I shoved my instincts deep down with fear of scaring my little peach away. Only after we came back to Israel and after a traumatic first year passed in hospitals and physio did she feel strong enough to rise the touchy topic of dominance again.
Like I wrote in another post (the “don’t panic” post from Tex) I was quite surprised. We started by reading a lot. She was lightyears ahead of me, having gone scouting around and reading a lot before finding the words to express her feelings. We began with a Taken in Hand relationship, a more traditional 1950’s type of dynamic. That went pretty well, but kink and soul dominance were missing. This is when she bumped into BDSM romance. Amazingly enough, not 50 Shades! Originally, she refused to read it, fearing what she would find. She feared her fantasies, her darker, intimate ones, would finally be unleashed and make her appear slutty and bad. She feared losing me if I knew what she was dreaming about. No one knows going down that path if those are fantasies to only try once or twice? Or is it the beginning of a never ending appetite for control, domination, outrageously kinky sex that might actually lead to be a part of daily life.
After looking at her devour novels at an alarming rate, I also began to read. And although our sex life was quite spicy already, we just kicked it to the next level. The books were pretty good. They gave us (well definitely me) something we missed so far. Vocabulary. A way to communicate, comparing scenes, talking about it, about the communication, the interactions and so on. A common ground.
At the same time we were trying to contact people in real life. The community here is quite welcoming, people from every background and every walk of life. We got into groups and munches (which are lunches in vanilla places to meet each other). We went to the only club in Tel Aviv a few times. We finally connected to a more experienced crowd. We entered in a long phase of less clubbing and more private parties. We even hosted quite a few.
All in all, our adventure so far has a very nice rhythm. We go with the flow, sometimes propelled by relationship dynamics, sometimes by sex, sometimes by BDSM. After exploring a lot we settled more solidly in a D/s relationship. It slipped more and more outside the bedroom. We are not really 24/7 intense D/s, but Dominance spurts do happen in public and so are the beautiful gifts of her submission.
We retired a bit from the scene for the last few months, a certain lack of interest in the actual crowd that began more and more to behave like a meat market and a freak reality show. The clubs and parties are getting swamped with curious vanillas without manners and what is mostly seen is only hardcore Top/bottom one time scenes, usually sado-maso or pure shibari. No DOMS, no subs. even fewer couples… we felt alone.
And then I came back to HusDom and found the site much bigger than I seen it the first time. Joy!
More specific posts later. This is just an intro after all.
Cheers.
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Fascinating intro, welcome to HusDom! Looking forward to chatting more soon.
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