Tag: religious conditioning

Plainly and Unabashedly

From the Wild Collective Heart series: Part 22

Content Warning: Psychological abuse, coercive D/s dynamics, dissociation, BDSM, religious conditioning, and complicated spiritual and sexual dynamics.


We’ve really had to discuss how to speak about this, the spiritual side of what happened to us with our first-ever Dom, who wasn’t a Dom at all, nor were we looking for a Dom. It’s very, well, chaotic, as you can tell by now. He was the person to introduce us to BDSM at all.

Our upbringing introduced us to a very classic dynamic within couples that made it feel natural to us. My mother and her mother and her mother were all submissive to their husbands. It was not only the spirituality we lived at the time, but also the dynamic in the home of our upbringing.

I remember my oldest brother asking me to cook for him on occasion. Like, literally, he asked me to make him a sandwich and another time a pie for his girlfriend. I did it with pride for having a skill that he needed. I was useful.

So, with this Dominant person, it was entirely natural to me that it would be the same. I was useful.

The issue is, my worldview was very cut off from the world at large. I only had a tiny perspective to go by and nothing else to gauge reality from. I still kind of prefer it that way, to be true. We’re already complicated, and humans are, and so I do actually prefer my world to be simple, while I also really love the complexity of reality, much like I enjoy a good story.

-Lilith

It is complicated to not sound completely off our rocker talking about the spiritual aspects. Well, but the D/s was always spiritual to us. That is right there to see within our upbringing. We treated it as holy. A communion between souls and God/s. It’s how we learned to open to our devotion and ekstasis at all. It is agape.

-Star

I rather like the plain texts on such things. Plainly and unabashedly is best.

-Lilith

Of course.

-Star

Lace-Collared

From the Wild Collective Heart series: Part 2

Content Warning: Candid reflections on adolescent sexual awakening, religious conditioning, and mature themes.


I went to church and I worshipped. There wasn’t much that didn’t seem completely phallic to me and vaginal. All the floral dresses and lace-collared women. Scant makeup and Avon’s best perfumes wafting behind them. Round butts and strong, wide calves.

I looked up to them, especially the different ones. The new-to-the-place ones. Not broken into our area’s flavor ones.

The old men with the stiff leather shoe wear and tie clasps. Ties being their main standout in dress code. White undershirts peeking through thin dress shirts carefully buttoned to the throat.

I guess they all wore their own collars just like the women did.

The pillars, the pulpit, the pews, all stiff cocks, built by men for our round behinds to sit upon and be graced.

I guess I got a dirty mind, but someone had to. I mean, it’s right there to see. I guess I took “picture them all naked” and made it my own.

I made it my business to keep an eye on the children. It kinda already was my business, being a young lady in training for her own brood of tiny worshippers one day.

I kept watch over them and led them from harm as often as I saw danger ahead. I loved daydreaming about marriage and being a momma. Getting involved as an Avon rep, possibly.

I also loved looking at my calves, wonderin’ when they’d fill out and hoping there were other righteous perverts around my age just waiting to date me.

Lots of my prayers turned out like:

Dear God, let him be kind, strong, and respectable. Let his ties hang loose and his shirt only button so far. Let my future husband be quiet like me, protective of the kids, and also very interested in the sex I wasn’t allowed to have until married after a string of requirements met.

-Lily