What I will say is how easily this lifestyle of ours could blow up in our faces if someone turned on us as he is claiming. I would not be innocent.
I have nice shiny combat boots I wear to kick my slave. I have paddles and other implements I use to hit her ass, thighs and arms. I have two fists that I use to punch her body. Two hands that I have wrapped around her throat. She has said no, crying when I've fucked her. I've slapped her face, tied her down, locked her in a cage.
I have beaten her, raped her, confined her. She has consented.
She begs me to stop, then pleads for me to continue. She cries out no, then thanks me when we're spent. She struggles to escape, then melts into a bliss when she can not.
We have talked about it endlessly. We have negotiated and renegotiated. We have written it down to hold each other accountable. We have grown and fused and become better people and better together.
None of that would matter. Consent does not matter when the result is seen as assault and battery. Consent can be easily skewed and quickly taken away. When she says no and I keep going what argument is there in me saying, but she really meant yes. Ha! No means no...maybe means no...not now means no...we've heard it all before.
So how do we protect ourselves when even proof of consent like a contract could actually be used against you to prove that you did these things and they were premeditated. Trust and hope is all we really have. Trust that the people you do such things with will never turn on you whether the relationship lasts or not. Trust that you are not a dumbass and do know when no means yes and no means no. Hope that the relationship does keep going and you can keep doing what you love to do together. Hope that in the event of a breakup you can all remain adults, be accountable for your own shit and move on.
I trust elle implicitly. I'm not writing this to say I have it in the back of my head that if we ever divorce she may turn on me. Not worried about that in the least. That's not the way to have a loving, nurturing relationship that you want to last forever. However, it has crossed my mind what if someone was walking by and heard her cries, what if the guy upstairs called the cops, what if someone peeked in the window and saw me kicking her. It doesn't require her being the one to press charges for things to turn bad.
It is an awesome, scary thing that we take part in and well worth it in my life.
What I'm basically saying though is, all you front of the slashers are probably guilty sinners that will gather together in kinky hell. All of you back of the slashers are equally guilty and sinful for allowing such nasty things to be done to you and will also be meeting us in kinky hell. We'll have a play party for eternity. I'll bring my boots.
