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SUBMISSION CINEMA: SECRETARIES, CALL GIRLS AND GORE POLICE

I’ve been on a kick lately of watching movies relating to the BDSM lifestyle and I’ve decided that I’ve yet to come across a decent movie with an accurate portrayal of a kink lifestyle. I’m a filthy fucking sadomasochist myself, so this is of particular interest to me.

I started off my marathon with Secretary, which is a movie I saw for the first time when I was 18 and I vividly remember it as the beginning of myself admitting that this is what I’m into. Watching it the second time though… Oh gads no. Don’t get me wrong, Maggie Gyllenhaal doing chores while shackled in arm restraints will forever be one of my most fapped to mental images. There’s some pleasantly dirty stuff going on in it and that’s awesome. What really irked me though was the portrayal of masochism.

Sure, there’s lots of instances of self-harmers later in life understanding that what they were doing was just misguided sadomasochism; I get that. But in a world where sadomasochism is still listed in the DSM as a paraphilia, this gets touchy. 

The freaky, awesome shit I do in my bedroom with consenting partners shouldn’t get me put under a psych evaluation, but this movie completely reinforces the idea that there is an element of abuse to D/s type play.

It's gotta be true...It was written in the Daily Mail

Melanie

Courtesy of my delicious sub and friend:  MJ Anonymous

It was another hot and humid day, the heat wave showed no signs of letting go and the city was starting to suffer. The heat in her apartment was nearly unbearable since the air-conditioning had broken down and the only way Melanie could cope was to strip off until she was just left with her red panties on. It gave her a thrill to be like this, so free of sticky clothes, her skin able to feel every little stir of the air from the big fan that hummed quietly by the window. It felt so good that she'd put some music on and was dancing around the room on her own.

Her eyes were closed as the song came to an end, it was one of her favorites and she'd turned the volume up loud. She opened her eyes and at first didn't quite believe what she was seeing. Just inside the apartment door was a man and he looked dangerous.

She froze and gasped, her hands flying up unconsciously to cover her naked breasts. Who was he? What was he doing here? He hadn't said a word, just stood there. Looking at him she could see he was tired, worn out. He was injured, the right sleeve of his shirt was stained red with fresh blood. In his left hand was a large Bowie knife, the blade glinting wickedly in the sunlight.

The Young Master

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All Europe was abuzz with talk of war as Christmas 1914 approached. The young master had gone to London to join a cavalry regiment, convinced it would be an adventure. Melanie had a secret crush on the young master but as a housemaid the chance of him even noticing her were slim, no matter how often she fluttered her eyelids and flashed a glorious smile in his direction.

She was thinking about the young master this morning, how dashing he'd look in his new uniform, imagining him sweeping through the wide front door, stamping snow from his shining boots, before coming for her... Lost in a daydream Melanie's arms reached out and knocked the crystal decanter over on the dining table she was supposed to be cleaning.

The Arrogant Knight

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He didn't know how, but the arrogant knight who’d accosted him in the market square now lay dead amongst the mud and rotten fruit. Before he could run, the palace guard had appeared from nowhere, pushed him to the ground and bound him tightly, all the while raining blows on his unprotected body until the blue sky seen far above had shrunk to a single point then winked out and all was blackness.

He groggily came to, not knowing how long he’d been unconscious. It took him a moment to realise a hood had been put over his head. Taking an inventory of himself there seemed no lasting damage, he was naked and had been tied to a wall, his limbs stretched out.