I tend to hit people. In a friendly, joking manner. I’m no Domme but I truly enjoy it, I feel an overwhelming need to hit the person I feel affection towards.
So, this morning in class, we were working in groups to develop a press release and I happened to hit a friend of mine on the shoulder for not paying attention, let’s call him Kneeman.
On my other side, was another friend, say Shoulderman. Apparently when I struck Kneeman I seemed to enjoy it so much that it was really obvious to Shoulderman.
We had the following conversation:-
Shoulderman: You seem to love to hit people.
Me: Incidentally, I do.
Shoulderman: I understand.
Me: You do? You enjoy hitting people too? Like getting in fights?
Shoulderman: No, I never get into fights but I do enjoy hitting people. I am a huge sadist.
(silently, I am thinking my radar must be seriously off if I could not fathom this about him)
In my experience, not many Indian men or women come right out and admit to their sadistic/masochistic desires, very very few in fact. Fewer are able to differentiate sadism and fighting. And the tinniest segment is able to accurately deduce who this information should be revealed to.
I am unsure if Shoulderman told me this because he had recognized me for who I am, perhaps I have met him before somewhere at an event or a workshop, or it was just a lucky coincidence that he happened to confide into me. It is also possible, of course, that he goes around revealing this information to just anybody.
I would also posit that it is not impossible to deduce what I tend towards sexually from my habits, behavior and mannerisms but I am often mistaken for a Domme.
Whatever be the case, the diagnostic technique is clear, I must sleep with him to find out how deep his sadism runs.
(I sincerely hope that he wasn’t able to recognize me because I have slept with him before, that would be embarrassing)