Spitting

One of the many delights of masochism is the turning of social conventions on their head.

My whole approach to masochism is based on the concept that the disgust reflex is suppressed when one is turned on: something that, in the vanilla world, enables one to enjoy things like French kissing or oral sex with one's beloved.

French kissing involves plenty of sharing of saliva, and another way to share saliva is through the "insult" of spitting on someone. Even in non-pandemic times, spitting at people is deemed off-limits, and so perhaps it is no surprise that masochism makes use of the combination of the humiliation of spitting at someone to express "contempt", and the lowering of the disgust reflex so that one welcomes the mistress's saliva.

I love being spat at, on and into by my mistress. In the past, I have asked for it as a leaving gift: then I can feel the saliva drying on my face after I have left the studio to go home. And it's fun lying on one's back, mouth open, whilst the domme drops some of her lovely spit into one's mouth, which one then swallows (unless instructed to hold it in the mouth). Looking up into the mistress's eyes whilst she slowly produces some saliva and drops it straight into your mouth: that is such a special moment in a session. Perhaps it's the BDSM equivalent of kissing. 

Also, saliva is often used as a lube on the cock or asshole, especially when the domme has both hands busy doing other nasty things to the sub or the bottle of lube is out of reach. It may be done in quite a matter-of-fact way: the domme may see it as a practical solution avoiding delay and rummaging around, but I always find it very special when a lovely lady spits on my penis. I feel privileged - and just writing that last sentence has led to a fantasy of what it would feel like to leave the session wearing panties full of gloopy saliva. 

The main problem with spit is the hard work it takes for the domme to produce enough of it (and one can never have enough). I've had welcome drinks of a cocktail of piss and spit, but you don't get the full effect, the taste and the feel, of the spit when it's mixed into piss. It would be wonderful to be met with a welcome glass full just of spit to savour. And just imagine being covered all over in spit - having a "spit bath" - the feel of the gloop on the body, gradually shrinking and drying on the skin.