I was going to start this with a convoluted lead in about Cassandra, the murdered, doomed prophet wh

I was going to start this with a convoluted lead in about Cassandra, the murdered, doomed prophet who was abducted from Troy by Agamemnon, using her acceptance of her fate, to be murdered along with that egotistical bastard, by his wife, Clytemnestra, as a metaphor for sacrifice within D/s. The problem was that’s a terrible metaphor. 

Sacrifice is rooted in offering, and when you present yourself to me, that’s an offering, right there. An offer to hurt you, draw blood to the surface. An offer to use. Each one a little sacrifice, a part of yourself to lose, for a time, to surrender to me. 

But we’re not going to be pleasing any ancient gods. It’s not about the White Bull of Poseidon, or Zeus’ perverted swan that we’re aiming for. Each one is for me, and me alone. Every blow I lay on your flesh, the gasps and cries that spill from your lips, is supplication that I will take and enjoy, leaving you both indebted and absolved. Torn between the two, you’re going to approach catharsis.

And that’s another little bit of classical Greek, between me and you.