I recently complained that there was no representation of my body type in the images used to portray BDSM. You know what those pictures typically look like. A fit man in a suit or shirtless with a naked slim woman on her knees. And it is almost always in black and white.
I am not a fan, sure, kink can be art, but for me these portrayals remove the grittiness of BDSM. The sweat, the heat, the connection. The rawness of sharing that level of deep connection that is lost in trying to be arty.
After I tweeted about it Molly replied…
The result is the picture for this post. It was Molly’s idea, and Molly’s hard work and I just supplied the old white man model. Sadly I do not have my Lillith here to add her to the picture. But if she had been, there is no one I would trust more than Molly to capture what we are to each other. She truly has a gift. Hopefully this is what Lillith sees as she is the eye of the beholder.
So here I am, just me, just a Dom, and just in love.
She is mine
I own her
She belongs to me
of her own free will.
