Feeding the Sadist

I need to preface this post by stating these are just my thoughts.  I do not profess to be a learned student on the subject.  I make no inference that my ideas are factual.  Indeed, the purpose of this blog is to help me understand sadism better.  To that end, I welcome comments from those who stop by to read the wanderings of my mind.

Sadism is such an interesting art.  I believe there are those who play the role of sadist.  I suspect there may be a number of different reasons for them doing so.  But ultimately, their decision to ”be” a sadist is driven by external factors. 

The difference in a true sadist, I believe, is that they are driven primarily from internal factors.  They  do it for themselves, first and foremost.  They do it because it interests them.  They do it because of a need that lives in the very fibre of their being.  Andrea describes it as the “beast within” in her post on sadism.

I am not trying to be judgemental here. It just seems that when you see a true sadist working, their soul seems to be feeding from the pain and torment of their sub. You can see it in their eyes. It is not simply about inflicting physical pain that excites them. It is more about the emotional torture they are causing. They are more interested in their partners eyes, than the marks they may be leaving on the broken body of their victim. To keep it legal here, a consenting victim, of course.

For a masochist like me, I imagine to really experience a sadist, you must allow yourself to be a victim. You cannot approach a sadist with a list of do’s and don’ts. Please understand, I think limits and safety are paramount in BDSM scenes. But you will never experience the sadist, if you impose such boundaries. A sub must place their trust in the sadist. And oh, it is a beautiful thing to see a sadist feeding on the tormented soul of a willing partner.

I cannot imagine what it must be like for the masochist to place their well-being at the hands of another. I am not sure I am ready at this time in my life, but one day hope to experience what it is like to be at the mercy of a sadist. To be broken. To feel the sadist feeding on my soul.