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30 Days of Kink – Day 13

September 2, 2012 By Trent Evans

Day 13: Explain as best you can what the appeal of kink/BDSM is to you? Why are you drawn to what you’re drawn to?

Intensity. That’s what comes to mind when I think of this question. Be it physical or psychological (or maybe even spiritual), BDSM is simply more intense than vanilla sex/sexuality. Perhaps that might be a trifle self-serving — after all since I’m not by any stretch of the imagination “vanilla”, I can’t really compare the levels of intensity. But I suspect that I can make a fairly educated guess:)

Part of this intensity, to me, relates to the ability to strip the human psyche down to its most primal parts. When you get right down to it, humans are animals, with animalistic drives.  Sex is one of the most powerful of those drives; witness planet Earth, fair teeming with 7 BILLION of us.

Sexuality expressed within the context of BDSM allows us the freedom to be who we really are deep down inside, to embrace that raw, primal being. This “freedom” is paradoxical, but no less true, for that kneeling sub bound tightly in her rope. In a more subtle way, for the Dom it allows him to throw off the cultural/societal strictures and prohibitions, and get in touch with that inner animal, that being that seeks to control, to conquer, to revel in the power of imposing his will on his beloved submissive.

The animal world is replete with unequal power dynamics with regard to sexuality. Though we like to think we are so very much different, we’re kidding ourselves. Our drives are no different, rather they are tempered, restrained by higher functioning brains, our capacity for reason, our singular ability to be aware of our own consciousness, and our place in the larger world. When it comes down to sex though . . . the ancient, lower functioning (some will refer to it as ‘reptilian’) brain is very much the underlying, driving force.

BDSM allows one to acknowledge that fact, and rather than try to suppress it, one can redirect it, draw from it, for the (hopefully) mutual pleasure of all involved. It’s all too tempting to generalize about the innate natures of males and females here. I’m not going to do it though, simply because the human race is so marked by exception, contradiction, and just plain baffling craziness, that there is no point in it. I can only speak for me, and with luck, most of time such speech will be cogent:)

The ‘why’ of this question is the tougher nut to crack. I suspect many of us in the BDSM “community” (I sometimes scratch my head at the meaning of that term, but I suppose it works) will never really understand why we are the way we are. Personally, I don’t think it really matters. Do vanilla people sit down and navel gaze about why they like what they like? My guess is . . . no. I think we, for whatever reason, were (for the majority of us) made this way. I was going to say ‘born this way’, but then Lady Gaga started playing in my head. Sorry, where was I?

As with so much else when it comes to human sexuality, the why (when it can be determined at all) is never simple. The human mind is so incredibly complex, every process and structure so interconnected, that it is impossible to determine a single causative factor in determining why someone likes what they like. We can deduce, surmise, and guess forever — and we’ll still never nail it down.

For me, part of the appeal is the mystery of the motivation, the uncertainty of the origins of such urges. It adds a spice, an underlying ambiguity, even a danger to everything we do. We pervs key in on this, again, as animalistic beings. We just can’t help it.

I’ve always found one of the most fascinating aspects of quantum mechanics to be the Uncertainty Principle. In laymen’s terms, this states that it is actually impossible to pinpoint simultaneously, with zero probability for error, the exact position and velocity of a particle (physics majors:  yes, I understand I am grossly simplifying here).

I bring this up for two reasons: 1) I’m a nerd, 2) I equate the ‘why’ of BDSM sexuality with this principle. Bet you never thought you’d see someone connect quantum mechanics with whips and chains. Yes, that just happened.

We really can never know, exactly, why we are who we are. To my twisted mind, this not only adds mystery and excitement, but it lends me a modicum of comfort as well. Do any of us really want to be completely understood (or even fully understand ourselves)? If we’re honest, I’ll bet most of us would answer ‘hell no’.

There are, of course, reasons we can cite for individual kinks that we like, but even there we will get tripped up in the exact whys of things. For instance, I am a big time fan of spanking and corporal punishment. I find the female buttocks probably one of the most beautiful, viscerally exciting sights in the world. Spanking a woman . . . it’s just right. The why is pretty easy to guess, but can we nail it down precisely? No, we can’t— if we’re honest with ourselves. Do I think about this as I am spanking a woman, feeling her body against mine, listening to her cry out, watching the color of her bottom deepen further and further? Of course not—I accept, and enjoy.

I’m going to leave this here, because this is such a fascinating question that I could easily write a damned book about it. Rather than continue flapping my gums, I’ll quit while I’m ahead:) Until Day 14!

Best,

Trent

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30 Days of Kink – Day 8

July 4, 2012 By Trent Evans

Day 8: Post a kinky image you find erotic.

So let me start off by saying…I’m a nerd. I actually like BDSM art more than I like the photography. That’s not to say I don’t appreciate photos (I love them), but I have always been drawn :::groan::: to BDSM art. So, rather than get myself into trouble by posting an image that’s still under copyright, I will just post some links here to stuff that I like. Maybe the readers of this blog will discover something they like too!

Paolo Eleuteri Serpieri Ahh Serpieri, the master. While he does comparatively little BDSM per se (only a few of his paintings and the occasional scene in his comics depict it), one look at his famous heroine will tell you why he is beloved by spankos and pervs like me the world over. Druuna Oh Druuna! We love her, and thank the sweet Lord, Serpieri shares her with us:) This man knows what the terms ‘voluptuous’, ‘hourglass figure’ and ‘well-endowed’ actually mean. His art speaks to men who like to spank. I can’t put it more clearly than that! I’ve linked to what IMO is his best work (Creatura), but there is a lot more of it out there – some of it even more hardcore. Pick it up while you can because it seems to go in and out of print.

Loic Dubigeon

Quite simply the most evocative, erotic BDSM art I’ve ever seen. Have you ever read The Story Of O? Well, his art is one vision of what that story might look like. His work is full of dominance and submission; pain and pleasure; Masters and slaves; and tearful surrender. Oh, and it’s got plenty of whipping, caning, cropping and fucking too! Dubigeon was incredible. His works are mostly out of print, but can still be found in the used markets. If you find them, snap them up, for they are destined to be classics. I’ve linked to one of the few still available on Amazon.

 

Michael Manning

Supremely talented, visionary artist. I’m not even sure he’s human:) He loves to push buttons, and there is enough in his works to offend just about anybody and everyone. I don’t even know how to describe it. All I can say is…it’s rad.

 

Rebecca

Known primarily for her Housewives at Play comix series. Her work is mainly F/F, but she also does quite a bit of M/F work too.  Rebecca is amazing. If you like lesbians, some diabolical F/F BDSM, and MILFS, you can do no better than Rebecca. She does mostly black and white, but her Hot Moms stuff (shown above) is in full color – and it’s smoking hot. Very talented, very profific, very perverted. What’s not to love? Her graphic albums and comix published through Eros Comix are of high quality (I own several of them). Her website is one of the best deals on the internet for depraved art. I highly recommend it.

 

Hanz Kovacq (aka Bernard Duffossé) – http://www.amazon.co.uk/Beautes-Dociles-Kovacq/dp/2917456078/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&qid=1341435989&sr=8-4) Now, before some of you freak, let me be very clear here. I am not advocating everything in this man’s work (some of the themes he occasionally explores happen to be ince$t and some “monster sex”, neither of which are my thing). What I AM saying is that he is a mad genius of an artist;  a man with a compelling, one-of-a kind style,  impressive technical skills and most of all, a very, very dirty mind. I love him. Lots of whips, chains, ropes, gags, blindfolds and some breathtakingly amoral characters. Oh and his work is chock full of hardcore sex. Sadly, it appears all of his stuff is out of print, but if you stumble across any of it on Ebay, BUY it. You won’t regret it – even if you don’t speak French.

Dave Annis

I’ve never encountered an artist that was so fucking funny. You’ll be turned on and laughing out loud as you peruse his art. Some of his ongoing themes are pure genius! He’s an artist who understands the difference between titillation and eroticism – and knows how to use both. On top of that, the guy is a good writer with a twisted and wicked sense of humor. There is NOBODY else out there like him. His website is very easy to navigate, and is an outstanding value for the money.

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I’m sure I am leaving out some great artists, and if so, I will post them as they come to me. I hope this has been at least interesting and informative. What do you think? Who are your favorite BDSM artists? If you have other artists you like, please feel free to let me know in the comments or send me an e-mail. Always looking to peep new stuff!

Until Day 9!

Trent

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30 Days of Kink: Day 7

June 11, 2012 By Trent Evans

Day 7: What’s your favorite toy?

Must I pick one? To be perfectly honest, I prefer spanking with the hand (yes, I know ‘toy’ goes far beyond just spanking implements). That said, the cane is my favorite, with the crop as an honorable mention.

The cane is so innocuous at first glance; merely a thin stick, really. How could that little thing possibly be so fearsome? Many people have never felt the cane applied to them. They’re lucky in one sense; it hurts like hell.

In another sense though, if they are interested in spanking and/or BDSM, they are missing out. If you like spanking and have never encountered the cane, then you are bereft of experience with the “heavy artillery”. It takes a lot of practice to be proficient at its use; if you have an adventurous, trusting girl to help you practice, then you are a very lucky man indeed!

If your challenging little sub is starting to yawn as you tire out your spanking hand on her round little ass, then it’s time to up the ante. That mouth, where before it was yawning, will soon be frozen in a shocked expression of woe, as she first feels that two stage burn-ache of a good cane stroke. After a dozen (or two) cuts with that evil length of rattan,  she won’t take her eyes from the floor the next morning:)

In many ways the crop is the equal of the cane. Wielded properly it is capable of inflicting searing, agonizing pain. Indeed, the implement was developed for the much tougher hide of horses. No matter how jaded, how tough your beloved  slave thinks she is, she will lose a battle with the crop; her stoicism will invariably give way to tears, pleading, and surrender. Nothing else save the cane has quite the impact of the crop in this regard.

There is one other aspect of the crop that sets it apart from other implements: psychological impact. This is an implement wielded by someone in control of another (whether it’s a thoroughbred or a slave, it matters not), subject to the whims, the commands of the one in control. Can a girl, standing trembling before her master as he flexes that lethal black implement in his hands fail to draw such parallels? Does it humiliate her, or elicit a dark, taboo excitement? Maybe it’s both?

The stern master, clutching the finely braided leather of the handle, awaits the lowly slavegirl as she divests her bottom of what meager garments her owner allows her. She prostrates herself, presenting the tender, vulnerable twin moons of her buttocks for punishment. Does he lecture her on her litany of sins as he paces behind her, the crop snapping against the tough leather of his boots? Does he make her feel the cold, black crop against her lips as she is instructed to kiss the implement of her correction?

The psychological impact of both of these implements of correction, is at least as important as the physical one. After all, isn’t the domination of the mind just as important (or maybe more important) as the domination of the body?

What do you think? Do you like these implements? Hate them? Why?

Until Day 8,

Trent

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30 Days of Kink: Day 6

May 28, 2012 By Trent Evans

Describe your weirdest/most interesting sexual fantasy.

Define weirdest . A lot of what I’ve written thus far in my 30 Days of Kink (please check out the excellent blog Molly’s Daily Kiss for a list of the 30 Days) could certainly be construed as “weird”. For instance, I really like ponygirls; a lot of people think this is weird at best, crazier than a shithouse rat at worst. Oh well, it takes all kinds right? Let’s set aside weird  for now.

The most interesting fantasy of mine is the all-encompassing BDSM “world” or society. But there are two tracks to this world. In a practical, physical sense it would be a place where my kinks (and Lord, I have a lot of them) are part of the very fabric of everyday life.

Master/slave relationships (monogamous, poly, you name it) open and accepted by society? Check.

Ponygirl driven conveyances in place of cars, or slave-girls used as a muscle-powered source of motive force? Why not?

A political/legal/societal structure that inherently supports and incorporates BDSM? Uh, yes please.

In other words, this is a world I’d love to live in (as a Dom). I might have some reservations about it were I a sub – but many of them would love it anyway <evil grin>

The other track concerns the psychological and emotional underpinnings of this fantasy world. The ability to get into the head of a submissive/slave is, of course, fantasy. As much as I’d love it, I am not psychic nor telepathic. But this interesting fantasy world incorporates those aspects. There would be no safewords; the Master is in his slave’s mind. He knows what she feels, what she can take…and what she needs.

Her desires and fears; strengths and vulnerabilities – all would be open and available to him. He would use them to help her experience a life that us mere mortals stranded here in Mundania (loves me some Xanth…) could only dream about.

The thing is, while this is the most interesting of my fantasies,  it’s really not that weird or unusual. Parts of this fantasy have been explored by various authors:

Anne Rice (writing as A.N. Roquelaure) explored the idea of an entire fantasy society based on sexual slavery with the Beauty series.

Anneke Jacob, in what is probably my favorite single erotic work, Owned and Owner, depicts a society on another world far in the future that enshrines abject sexual slavery (no safewords here, let me tell you) in a very real, gritty, ground-level sense.

Sadey Quinn ably takes the reader on an intimate journey through a BDSM world within a world in her Rock Creek series beginning with Under Order.

Joey W Hill, perhaps better than any other erotic romance/erotica writer, gets into the psychological/emotional aspects of this fantasy with her Vampire Queen series.  She shows just a taste of what might be possible with the naked intimacy of a telepathic connection between the Dom and sub.

I cite these works as examples of some of the parts of this fantasy; there is of course more to it than this, but that would require taking a ride with gentleman Charon through the twisted Tarterus of Trent’s psyche (+1 alliteration!!). I wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy;)

Nobody to my knowledge has combined all of these elements into a single work or story arc…yet. Perhaps I should get on that, yes?

Until Day 7!

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30 Days of Kink: Day 5

May 8, 2012 By Trent Evans

Day 5: What was your first kinky sexual experience? 

Hmm, I kind of accidentally shared my first officially kinky experience in Day 3 and 4. However, there was something that happened long before then that I can relate to you for Day 5. I am a little leery of sharing this, so I will need to self-censor this just a bit – sorry about that!

When I was quite young (19) I was, as many kids are, not fully aware with regard to the subject of my sexuality. It’s ironic that as a young man, I could think of little else, yet my thoughts on the subject were unfortunately marked by the facile shallowness of youth. I like to think I was a little deeper than my friends when it came to the subject, but how can one really know? It wasn’t like I asked my friends if they got off on tying up and spanking their girlfriends!

My girlfriend at the time (truly a sweetheart, who deserved better than me) and I were always playfully wrestling, physically grappling. I know that may seem weird to some, but I know for a fact lots of couples do this, whether they admit to it or not. It was cute, an excuse to have our hands all over each other (and a way for me to subconsicously relish imposing my physical will on her). Anyway, though she was a strong girl, I was far stronger than her, and these little impromptu grapplings would only ever have one end – unless I agreed to only use one arm. In those cases I’d still win, but it would take a lot longer:)

One night we were messing around while getting dressed to go somewhere and we started up again. She was particularly feisty, and I (of course) got into it as well. I had somehow ended up crossing her arms behind her back, my hands wrapped tightly around her upper arms. I remember us just standing there a moment, she struggling against my grip and me simply holding her still. Then I marched her forward and pinned her against the wall, she grunted but it wasn’t because I’d hurt her; I think it may have simply been surprise. Hell, I was surprised myself.

Instead of letting her go though, I just held her there pressed to the wall. Her roommate was getting ready to go out too, and she was in another bedroom not 10 feet away. Somehow that made things better, more…I can’t think of the word. Let’s say interesting. She struggled again and started to say something, but I shushed her letting go of an arm and laying two fingers over her mouth. She stood stock still, shocked I think. I’d never done such a thing before. I stood there a few more moments, pressed up against her, pinning her to the wall. I released her other arm and then moved her hands up the wall, placing them above her head as if she were reaching for the ceiling.

Now, at that point I was shocked too. What the fuck are you doing Trent? Reenacting some scene from Cops? So, dumbass kid that I was, rather than ponder some deeper meaning, I just thought with my cock. I liked this, whatever the fuck this was. So I just went with it. She was wearing jeans and a thin camisole (she hadn’t yet gotten a chance to put her shirt on before we threw down). I planted my palm between her shoulder blades and pressed her hard to the wall. She didn’t resist – not one fucking iota. Unreal.

Then I reached around her hips and pulled her toward me, which left her ass sticking out awkwardly toward me. I unbuttoned her jeans (god I love tight jeans on a woman, but I digress) and yanked them and her panties down to mid thigh. I fondled her ass, squeezing her buttocks, gently pinching the soft flesh of her inner thighs. I loved her ass, what can I say? Then I got another wild idea. I pushed her hips back against the wall with the rest of her, fitting my body closely to hers, grinding myself against her naked ass. Her partial nudity while I was fully clothed was something I liked, but at the time it didn’t really register. Then I reached around and pulled her camisole up, and she did the most shocking thing yet. She helped me. She actually pulled herself away from the wall as much as my pressing hand would allow, to allow me to pull that cami up and over her tits. I don’t know where her bra was; maybe she wasn’t planning on wearing one.

I pressed her up against the wall again, hard. She gasped at the coldness of the rough painted wall on her breasts, but otherwise made not a sound. I  leaned against her, urging her to rise up on her toes, to press herself as hard as she could to that wall, with my implacable strength and weight against her. We just stood that way for several long moments, and it felt as if time had slowed down. I remember looking up at her hands, still flat against the wall, high above her, just where I’d put them. We hadn’t yet spoken a word.

Then I let her go, and she turned to me. As my hands played over her body (pretty much 24/7…) she stared at me. I will never forget how wide and  moist her beautiful brown eyes were as she gazed at me, our faces mere inches apart. I thought for a moment that she might cry, but I think it was something else entirely. She loved it. It had excited her.

Many times as we mature, there are moments in life that we later look back upon as signposts or turning points on our journey to becoming fully formed people. This was one of those times. Was it kinky? I suppose not technically; it was a man physically dominating his woman. A lot of more or less vanilla relationships have elements of this to varying degrees. But what it really served as was as an “Aha!”  moment. She actually likes this! And holy perv discovery Batman, I LOVE this!

Maybe this is technically breaking the “rules” of 30 Days of Kink a bit, but I do think it certainly relates, at least tangentially, to kink (or the kink mindset). Hope you liked reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Until Day 6…

Best,

Trent

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