Role Play

I must apologise to all decent people for the contents of my writings. My mum would have a heart attack. But well, she's always said I'm indecent and a pastaza so here goes again. This blog is great. I can empty the contents of my brain all over here and have a new brain for more thoughts. So about the role play. I always smile when I hear the word role play. There are other people out there who are worse than me, but you'd never think it to look at them. After years of my own anthropology, I can safely say that most times I know instantly when someone is into or up to something. We all role play. It makes life interesting. And it is through nature that some of us are more dominant than others. So that said, then some of us are more submissive than others. And it doesn't stop at the office, or in the kitchen. Most of us take it straight into the bedroom. But we don't want to be found out so we guard it as our deeply revered secret. I don't blame us. But it still makes me smile. Some men and women role play as the most dominant creatures in the whole wide world. They scare people, employees, little people. They make me laugh. Because for the most part, these extremely dominant human beings will suddenly revert to submissiveness just by giving them 'the look'. They will revert to puppies. No, worse, they will revert to creatures who crave to be dominated themselves. On the other hand, the quiet ones will flip the other way. They will want to slap others into submission. It is the way it works. Because human beings have to have a mental safety valve. And nothing is more pleasurable than knocking an old pompous fart into submission. At the same time, being knocked down into submission has its joys and pleasures too. I belong to one of these categories. All this might sound mad, but it really isn't. There is substantial proof. Think about it.