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As most of you know I have been a Mistress for more than half my life … During that time, as would most, I have learned quite a few things that both make me cringe and make my laugh … Things that excite me and disgust me … Some would call these a “fetish” or a “limit” … It’s a preference, or a certain thing that can heighten their arousal during a play session.  Many things can fall into this category … PVC clothing … using a cane … masochism … No one can truly say one thing is a fetish for all people (well ok, perhaps nakedness but even then, you’ve got the CFNM set)  No, there is nothing that everyone can point to that is a fetish for all people.  Except power … given freely from one person to another.

I recently had the opportunity to speak on this subject while in Kansas City and one particular subset of this is very special to me.  There are many different ways to exchange power while in a session … Some choose extended denial … others endure to have their bodies tortured and tormented, abused and debased for the amusement of whomever they serve.  Whichever is chosen, the power offered is one that should be treasured and encouraged … Each Dominant has their own preference of service and that is what brings us here, doesn’t it?

Miss Vivian and I were discussing several days ago the subject of tears … and it brought me to think on the subject of power.  You see, one of the things I have always known about myself is that I am, at my core, a Dominant Woman and I enjoy every aspect of power as it comes to me … To see a submissive, on their knees, begging to be used for my amusement is as thrilling to me as seeing another carrying a mug of coffee to my bed in the morning.  But there is, deep in my heart, a lust for power that goes beyond that mug or the sounds of their begging … and that’s the desire to see that delicious submissive down on their knees … eyes cast up to the Heavens that is my face as hot, fat tears go coursing down their cheeks.  For all that I can inflict on them, all that I can demand of them, it is the sound of their silent whimpering that touches me the deepest.  And I am left to wonder why … Why do tears have such an effect?  It boils down to what is being done … no, not physically being done … I don’t honestly believe that one form of service is greater than another … No, this is about service of a different nature … There is a technical term for it … Dacryphilia … quite literally it is the arousal from seeing someone cry because of something you’ve done.  Some would say that is Sadism but, really, the tears can come because of an extremity of emotion just as much as they could come from the extremities of torture.

When a Dominant and their submissive begins to play, there is a lot of communication that is done … Most of that communication is verbal … but as the orchestra of their play reaches the pinnacle, there is a different sound … a different symphony that is pleasant to the ears of the Dominant … the sound of whimpering … of those tears as they burn a trail down the cheeks because it is truly the only form of communication that is left to them.  When the outpouring of emotion becomes so strong and the need to give is greater than what is able to be processed by the human mind, you find yourself resorting to the most basic of communication … At that point, the power that has been exchanged between these two people is at it’s greatest … the submissive finds themselves stripped of all facade … all the barriers that we, as humans, put up between ourselves in order to protect that spark of what is truly US … all of that is laid bare and the submissive is at their most vulnerable … their most beautiful … their gift, in that one moment, is more precious than diamonds.

Now, you may question why I find breaking a submissive down to their most vulnerable to be appealing.  You may wonder what about that moment excites me because, after all, when one is broken does that not mean they are useless?  Does that make me cruel to want to break someone to the point of their own destruction?  Some would say yes … but those would be the people who find themselves unable to grasp the beauty of complete and utter submission.

In the end, the thrill of power that is given when you are unable to protect yourself … when the only form of communication you have is to raise your eyes Heavenward and allow your Mistress to see the course of your tears making their way down from the corners of your eyes to the dent of your chin … glistening before it drips down from your chin and makes it’s way down your chest … that is when you are most pleasing to me, darling.

I look forward to the journey we will take … to the sight of your tears being offered …

Mistress Ryan
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