OMG THIS!!!!!

rolledtrousers:

There is no power in the strike of a whip if it is all that you feel. If the pain is the only thing you’re familiar with, if the pain is where you live, then you’ll grow used to it, like the smog of an industrial town. It will still cloy at your lungs, but you’ll find that the irritation passes. We’re adaptable things.

It needs the caresses to offset it. To provide you with the swing of the pendulum, so that when that strike comes, when my hand comes down on your rear, you know that this isn’t the only thing that I do, that there is affection, care, adoration in my hand, not just sadism and the mild detachment of the persona that I cultivate. That I can be as soft as I am hard, that I can be, ahem, hard when I am soft, too. That it doesn’t always have to be leather and chains, and that we can just be, sometimes. That that’s enough, sometimes. 

We need the quiet bits, you see, so that the louder bits can rock harder.