The Power Dynamic of BDSM

Games We Play to Stay Connected

Tarrant Smith
The Partnered Pen
Published in
5 min readMay 9, 2020

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“Who do you belong to?” He breathed the question against my ear and I shivered in anticipation. I longed for our periods of play, when he stepped fully into his Dominance.

“You, Master,” I replied. My wrists were restrained above my head and my legs spread wide for his inspection. He hadn’t yet clipped the ankle cuffs to the straps he kept under the mattress — but he might — if I didn’t stay still. I wanted his hands on me, but so far he’d only caressed my body with the end of the riding crop. He was such a tease.

“Do I share what belongs to me?”

“No, Master,” I answered quickly. He was notoriously possessive where I was concerned and I found myself searching my recent memories for any instance that might have triggered him to ask me such a question. “Have I been bad, Master?” I asked sweetly, keeping the smile from my face while I tracked the crop’s slow progress up my leg to the inside of my thigh.

I’ve been described by others as a bitch, a ball-buster, and a bit of a perfectionist. I’m actually an introvert and something of a sensitive trying very hard to live a public and open life. If I had my way, I’d never leave the house. But because I’m a self-published author, I’ve had to get out there, be as engaging as I can manage, try to remember faces and people’s names, while also keeping my internal dialogue and panic attacks to myself. All of this constant interacting takes a toll on me. There are times I need to decompress and ground myself. Surprisingly, a bit of BDSM has helped.

Nothing in his steady gaze warned me. The first sharp slap of the crop’s leather tip hit my inner thigh. I flinched, but kept my eyes locked with his. His lips drew back in a wicked smile and my breath caught.

At least for me, the act of relinquishing control to my partner helps me center myself. I’ve always been a something of a submissive in the bedroom, but it wasn’t until my marriage had reached it’s 16th or 17th anniversary that my husband and I looked at one another and said, “Is this all there is? After so many years of marriage, was it inevitable that two hyper-sexual individuals would become a-sexual? Just roommates raising a child.

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Tarrant Smith
The Partnered Pen

Southern Kitchen Witch, Wife, Mother, Vegan, and Indie Author of two paranormal romance series. For book news, go to https://tarrantsmith.com/