Tamp,
Well put dude. I love the dance metaphor. So fitting. When you find the right samba partner, you can ride the currents of exstatic bliss all night long.
I once read a thread about a subbie craving boot licking. All manner of liberal minded do-gooders cautioned readers of the dangers of licking the soles of boots that had been out and about in public, listing a plethora of contageous diseases one could contract, and admonishing anyone licking boots that had not been sterilized after exposure to the filth of our society. They even went on to recommend methods of sterilization.
Then a moment of beautiful and utter honesty - two posters exclaimed with no hesitation that it was indeed these very public realities which fueled their sense of total domination at licking the soles of their domme. Unexpected and complete, I see the same thing with safewords. There is and should be a modicum of risk in BDSM, but a completely safe, sterile environment is for Hillary and Osama to debate. I like a little grist in my mill, just like boot-lickers like a little sense of filth in the sole. This does't mean stupidity is acceptable, but pa-lease, don't take all the fun out of par-tay. The dance. It doesn't take too many steps to see if your mojo is harmonious or harmful.
cha cha cha.