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I've tried to explain over and over again why it is that if you have to TELL someone to hurt you, it just isn't the same. Never quite found the words. However, tonight, Vicki did somewhat.

It's not just the pain. It's not just the humiliation. It's not just the (insert act, activity, emotion, whatever, here). What a LOT of it is, is looking up at the person DOING 'it' to you... and realizing that they aren't even focused on you, entirely. That they aren't doing it FOR you. That they are doing it TO you. That's the difference.

If you have to ask for it, if you have to beg for it, if you know they're only doing it because you want it... it takes something away. It becomes less effective, less real.

Whereas if one minute you're sitting there calmly and the next you're helpless, whimpering, and you know it was their idea and their doing... gods, what a difference it makes.

Err.

I'm going to bed now.

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