What I love most about D/s is the permission it gives to let go. To step outside the polished, polite version of O/ourselves that society rewards. To sink beneath manners, scripts, and expectations and touch something older, darker, and far more honest. D/s invites Me to meet the primal; not as something to be ashamed of, but something to be honored and explored. There’s a relief in escaping into the deepest recesses of desire. In naming what W/we’re told to soften, suppress, or sanitize. Power exchange doesn’t ask U/us to be good, it asks U/us to be true. It makes space for hunger, cruelty, devotion, pleasure, dominance, surrender. All the things polite society prefers W/we keep quiet. I’m drawn to the way D/s subverts puritanical morality. How it challenges the idea that restraint equals virtue and indulgence equals weakness. In consensual power exchange, indulgence becomes intentional. Hedonism becomes sacred. Pleasure becomes a practice instead of a vice. There’s something profoundly grounding about that descent, about choosing to go to the fringe rather than being pulled there unconsciously. About saying yes to intensity, to sensation, to desire, instead of numbing it away. D/s lets Me revel in control and chaos at the same time. It lets Me hold power while honoring instinct. It allows Me to create a space where O/others can abandon T/themselves safely, and where I can abandon the illusion that I’m meant to be palatable. This isn’t about rebellion for shock value. It’s about liberation. About remembering that W/we are animals with imagination, appetite, and longing, and that there is beauty in making pleasure deliberate. In D/s, I don’t escape Myself. I meet Myself fully.