Hello World

It’s nice to be back writing again after being away for a year, I didn’t realize how much I would miss having an outlet for sharing some of the most intimate, secret details of my life all while meeting like-minded and interesting people. 

I had a blog called Blood, Sweat, Tears a couple of years ago but shut it down when I had a bipolar episode – yes, I’m bipolar so that’s just one more thing to make life fun around here.  :)  Then I had a blog that even I don’t remember the name of  and one called Ariel’s Dollhouse so yeah, I’ve had a few blogs before this one.  I decided to go back to the first, back to my roots as it were and recreate Blood Sweat Tears because I’ve figured out what’s important to me and I’m in a good place to start writing again.  Blood Sweat Tears as a title is a metaphor, yes it means the literal blood, sweat and tears of our BDSM lifestyle but it’s also about life, love and marriage because none of it is easy or fun all the time.

It’s been a couple of days since we’ve reentered the world of being Master/slave or at least officially calling it that anyway.  Servitude is just in my nature, I can’t help but take care of those around me.  I was raised by my grandparents and they were your traditional 50’s era style of marriage.  My grandfather was a strong leader, he was the head of the family and my grandmother deferred to him for everything.  He was a carpenter by trade and she would even clean and arrange his tools – seriously.  My Daddy is strong like my grandfather and he reminds me of him in a lot of ways (my grandfather passed away a few years ago) so I’m just grateful to have Daddy in my life.  My best friend Amanda is going through a messy, horrible divorce and her soon to be ex is just a real piece of shit, makes me realize how lucky I am, how lucky the ones of us who have the good ones are because not everyone is so fortunate.

We’ve played the last two nights in a row, kinky, rough stuff and since it’s been about a year – my pain tolerance is LOW!  When he struck my ass, back and thighs with his belt I just about came up off the bed because it hurt so damn much but at the same time I loved every second of it.  I got into my head space where I felt all drunk and high and after that, the pain he inflicted on me tingled my clit and I got so wet I was practically dripping.  Daddy didn’t fuck me though, instead he used the vibrator that was a gift from a client (another post sometime about that) and gave me one of the best orgasms of my life!  He sat there and opened up my pussy to watch it contract.  Then I sucked his cock and swallowed his load, haven’t been doing that either so eating cum is going to take some getting used to again.  Daddy makes a fist, pretends to fist me and I cringe.  I absolutely love the idea and can’t wait, but it’s been so long since we have that I’m nervous about it.

Ros

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Women Together: Sexy Sets!

More sexy sets from our favorite naughty Flickr photographers!

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Four Flickr sets featuring women in love with women! Only Flickr members with safe search OFF will see most of the photos in these sets. Join Flickr free.

Noemi, by Ant777, two women in love…

Dana, by Mike Adams, A woman and her loving friend…

Sheziss | Cristi, by Jordi A. S. , high fashion girls…

Kacy & Krissy, by Melissarobinphoto, more ladies together…

Read all of VISIONS

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Need Help Writing

So, I’ve been hard at work these last couple of days, writing and writing and writing The Brighton Tales over at The Erotica of a Tortured Mind. I’ve made it to the end of Chapter 5, and now I’m unsure where to go. There’s so many characters who could potentially carry on in the story in a variety of different ways, and now I’m not sure who I want to write about. Any suggestions? You can e-mail me, comment here, comment there, leave a suggestion in the suggestion box on the left sidebar on The Erotica of a Tortured Mind, or anywhere else you can contact me (and there’s too many to list here!).

It’s been pretty exhilarating writing this whole thing. I didn’t even really mean to, it pretty much just started testing out Blogger in Draft. It’s the first time I’ve ever written a story without thinking it through ahead of time. I’m just kind of letting the story take me wherever it takes me.

Nothing kinky has happened around here lately. The Boyfriend’s got an extra day off this week, so the outlook for Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday looks fun. He’s already got plans for using the bondage tape on me, and he keeps shaking his butt in front of me, and saying, “Wouldn’t you like to flog this?”. To which I quickly and excitedly reply, “Yes, please!!”

I see one of two things happening from the rather vanilla boyfriend (and I’m hoping that they don’t). Either:

1. He’s gonna seem bored, much like he did until the bondage tape was removed from his wrists
2. He’s gonna flinch about and give up before it even gets good, claiming that it hurts too much (Alfie used to do it all the time, even when I was being incredibly gentle. Probably because he just wasn’t that interested…)

So I’m hoping neither of those things will happen. I’m hoping instead that it gets him really turned on, I’m hoping that he’ll like it enough to want it more and more until he craves it as much as I do. I know, I’ve got high hopes

Even if he decides he hates being beneath the flogger, I think I’ll be okay. As long as he still likes wielding the flogger, which I think he really does. I would rather live the rest of my life, submitting to a flogger, than not having any connection to BDSM. Even though my ultimate desire is to have someone submitting to me. But minor details, we’ll work that out later.

We also stopped by our local Wal-Mart’s family planning section, where you can get condoms and lubes and the dreaded yeast infection solutions. Even though it’s a small section, they had a pretty good selection of stuff. Flavored lubes, warming lubes, lubes that doubled as moisturizer (which is the only lube I own, and rarely ever use), ribbed condoms, twisted condoms. The one thing I didn’t see was a female condom, though I have no interest in using one of them.

I’m not even really interested in using regular condoms, hence the depo. But The Boyfriend seems to be showing interest in introducing condoms. I think part of it is fear that I’ll get pregnant again, and neither one of us want that anytime soon. We’ve both agreed when all the kids we currently have are in school (at least another 5 years), that we’ll try once more for a girl. But right now, it would just suck! I think the other part of it, is purely just thinking of changing it up, which I think is sweet.

So no participants in WTMFI Wednesdays yet. Hopefully that changes soon. If you have any questions, you’re more than welcome to contact me.

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Aching For Anguish

I confessed my current desparate yearning last night to Heidi.  She agreed to do everything possible to make it happen for me.  I am aching… totally, crazed for this perfect, exquesite pain.  I am circling and circling in my mind, wondering if anything has already begun.  This game is to run from last night to Sunday night… at least.  Come Sunday night, and with fresh agony in my heart and mind, I must soul search. 

I have got to learn to make decisions I can handle the fallout from.  In that interest, I have decided to request nothing, plan nothing that reaches longer than a week ahead.  A week, I feel I can predict and maintain my stamina.  These fantasies, these dark, dark needs… for debilitating humiliation, internal anguish, and a pathetic, forsaken, aching cunt… they are all I can think about.  All I can dream of.  I can’t live without it… haven’t been able to in so long. 

When exactly did I become so lost?  When did my soul die, precisely?  Which time that he cheated on me was it that my mind snapped and I descended into this magnificent, murky abyss?  Which time that he carelessly said he wouldn’t do it again; that he was sorry; that he was irresponsible… then with the manipulative, hypnotizing charm… touching me, making me touch myself, watching me from across the room as I used a vibrator on myself and the tears streamed down my face… and I came screaming in passion and anger and fear and hurt, nearly falling off of the living room couch….

Which time that we acted out this drama while my girlfriend slept late in the morning?  My girlfriend who he had fucked behind my back the night before?  My girlfriend who he fucked so quietly and stealthily while I slumbered next to them?  Sure, he had other affairs.  He cheated on me in other ways. 

But this ritual of the cuckqueaned wife which he used to twist and deconstruct me from a relatively normal human into this pathetic pile of person-flesh that writes this blog…  It was the meanest, most terrible thing he has ever done to me.  And I am GRATEFUL!!! 

I am sitting here with a dripping cunt, a tad short of breath at the mere memories of how I got here, and who I am, and what I am.  The truth is that now I am more sexually charged & satisfied, more emotionally invested, more honest, more open- than I ever was before these shaping experiences. 

So bring on the game, bring on the shocking pain, the twisting knife in my heart, the public and private humiliation, flowing tears and the endless orgasms.  I welcome it all.

[Via http://cuckqueanslavery.wordpress.com]

If you're thinking of pairing up...

These two questions are ones Mummy suggested for submissives to consider before going into a D/s relationship, and even though babykat now already belongs to Mummy, she sees them as useful questions to answer if only for her own benefit…

1. Why do I want to belong to Batling?

Batling isn’t just my sadistic Domme. She’s my best friend, my girlfriend and my hypnotist. We connect on more levels than I ever could have hoped for, and she knows exactly how to read me. Batling has the most addictive, emotive voice and she’s developed hypnosis with me in the most intense way. It feels as if I’ve known her years rather than months, and she’s already mastered pushing my buttons. Hell, she’s created some of my buttons. There’s nobody that has ever made me happier in a vanilla or D/s relationship. She’s the sweetest, wisest and most loving person I know, and she treats me like a human rather just than a playtoy. I want to belong to Batling because she’s my heart’s desire and babykat’s addiction.

2. Things I accept about me.

I am never going to be really skinny, and I like enough about myself to feel confident. Batling loves me the way I am and that really helps. I have a lot to give somebody, both as a submissive and as a friend and girlfriend, and I’m accepting that Batling really does want me completely. I’m not going to be scared about things going wrong with Batling, even though it would break me if something did. I’m not the most experienced submissive, but I know that experience isn’t everything and it’s where your submission comes from that counts. I’m still learning and developing and I shouldn’t compare myself to others because I am my own brand of submissive. Mummy’s created a hypnoslut and I love it.

[Via http://thatbabykat.wordpress.com]

Musings on shame

I’ve been interested in BDSM as long as I can remember. I also have done my share of soul-searching on why it is that I’m turned on by restrains, power play etc. but have never come to any plausible explanation. Sure, I did not have enough boundaries as a child and I was suffering from a lack of parental authority and care, but in my mind these things are not linked to what I do in bed. Moreover, today I think that these questions, put ahead like this, are not only completely irrelevant but also judgemental and deeply harmful. I do not need to offer an explanation on why I’m into BDSM more than I have to explain why I like books over movies, dogs over cats or summer over winter.

However, I do need to cope with feelings of shame of being a submissive party in a setting that involves power, dominance and pain. This, I figure, has all to do with perceived gender roles and their inbuilt hierarchy.

Many unfamiliar to BDSM react to submission as they would to wife beating. I’ve heard good friends of mine, some of them queer, suspect that I’m stepping into conventional gender roles by putting up a submissive part, or that I must be somehow violated in my personality to enjoy being a bottom. I am constantly surprised and taken aback to hear these statements. Is their so-called queer understanding about sex illicit of power, subversion, imagination, trust, play? Do they not see the intimacy and huge spectre of emotions that can be approached with BDSM?

Be it as it may, these statements encourage inbuilt shame about myself. I know fully well that being a submissive is at least as active a role as top. But our gendered stereotypes of woman-action and man-action keep telling me that I’m less worthy because I put up a submissive role traditionally reserved for women. Active is masculine, passive is feminine, and although I feel no way passive in my sub role, I am constantly aware that it looks like it from the outset, and it bothers my sense of self while playing.

I suppose shame can be beaten by getting to know myself better sexually, by playing more, by realising my inner strength that is visible in other areas of my life and that forms the core of my submission, and maybe by replacing few friends with a little more understanding bunch of people.

And, of course, directing feelings of shame to my use and finding their potential in play.

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Spanking Good Time

Have you been bad? Very bad?? Very, very bad!!? Then you know what we have to do with you! You must be spanked…! If that’s your thing, here are a few Flickr groups that may give you a tantalizing pain in the ass…

Photo by freeparking, subject to a creative commons license.

OTK (Over the Knee) Spanking — Auntie Spanks Naughty Girls – Naughty Little Boys Spanked by Strict Women — Like to be Spanked

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An idea whose time has come

I saw Alice in Wonderland last night with Special K in 3D, and, though we both agree that the 3D felt tacked on and in no way enhanced the look of the film (we think Disney saw how successful 3D was getting and crammed it down Burton’s throat so he did the bare minimum required to satisfy them while still maintaining his vision), it did remind me of this badassical photography project I had to share!

Bust out them red ‘n’ blues.

Breasts … in … stereoscope!*

*(Please read that in the “Pigs in Space” voice.)

Anaglyph images are used to provide a stereoscopic 3D effect, when viewed with 2 color glasses (each lens a chromatically opposite color, usually red and cyan). Images are made up of two color layers, superimposed, but offset with respect to each other to produce a depth effect. (the wiki)

This project, called 3DD, is something I saved on my computer before a crash. I lost all the credits. Someone please help, because I feel awful about losing my bookmark of the artist, and my google searches are just turning up useless nonsense about Lindsay Lohan (?) and digital porn.

Hey. Nice bongos.

Usually the main subject is in the center, while the foreground and background are shifted laterally in opposite directions. The picture contains two differently filtered colored images, one for each eye. (Ibid.)

When viewed through the “color coded” “anaglyph glasses”, they reveal an integrated stereoscopic image. The visual cortex of the brain fuses this into perception of a three dimensional scene or composition. (Ibid.)

Cool, yes?!

Final thought. Dig that jar in her hand in the above shot: “Kitchen Blend” of sprinkles. As though there are rooms or situations which would call for not only sprinkles, but a different blend altogether of sprinkles. Sprinkles appropriate to the locale. “Prison Yard Blend.” “Airport Bathroom Blend.” “Shallow Grave in the Wilderness Blend.” Don’t you hate it when you are digging a shallow grave in the wilderness and you realize you accidentally brought your Kitchen Blend of sprinkles? Like, Crap, this night just went in the toilet. Dang it — I brought the wrong sprinkles. Bummer City.

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Fetish model Asian DragonLilly

Fetish model DragonLily says she likes bondage at home, but like so many girls that come through the studio she finds it easier to gain satisfaction at a shoot. She certainly gets what she came for.

Hard foot caning, pussy flogging, nipple torture. Just a few of the torments DragonLily suffers until we let her come. However when we make her cum, we don’t stop. We just don’t stop, we make her cum until she is gone. Subspace. Then we make her cum more, we make her cum over and over until it looks like she is almost unconscious, then we make her cum more.

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4. A kajira in Complete Mastery

A kajira in Complete Mastery

May write it as you wish. Explain your thoughts and reasoning’s within.

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 okay. These are my personal view on a kajira in complete Mastery. 

Kajira.

A female submissive who has an innate need to be under the Mastery of a Man. A need to serve another person, give complete control of our selves, our lives into that persons hands. Please note this is a NEED. Something we cannot control. We can run from it, hide it, bury it inside us for as long as we wish; but at the end of the day it is inside us. A need that in order to be truly happy, we have to recognise and accept. But that isn’t enough.  A kajira cannot fulfil this need without a Man, a Master.

I posted a while ago a quote from another Gorean website, which concluded with the statement that Mastery, not slavery was the ultimate gift. I believe this. A kajira is just an unfulfilled woman, a woman who is not 100% happy, fulfilled and complete without being owned. A Master does not need a kajira in order to live his life and be happy. He takes the Gorean philosophy and principles and adapts them to his life. He lives to his own personal code, his own ethics. He has honour, integrity, morals and a personal strength that can stretch out beyond himself in order to encompass others and help them in their lives, in their times of trouble. A master does not NEED a kajira to complete him.

Mastery – not slavery is a gift. It is a gift given to a woman a Master chooses, whom he sees as being able to fulfil his own personal views on what a kajira should be. A woman he believes he can mould, adapt and shape.  A woman he sees as being able to compliment him and bring pleasure into his life. That woman is not needed though for him to be fulfilled; she is only  a pleasant addition that brings him joy and happiness. A piece of property.

That sort of defines those roles… But not what complete Mastery is. This is where what my views are on the subject, I feel will be a little controversial, possibly harsh. But they are my views and that is what I have been told to write.

For a kajira to be in complete Mastery – complete control. That cannot happen when living apart. To live apart and be Master and kajira puts a huge internal pressure on the kajira, and I suppose in  some respects the Master as well. If he gives a command, how does he know we obey? Yes, trust is there and it must always be there, but at the end of the day a kajira is obeying what she is told because she wants to, not because she is made to. When tough commands are given – or commands we don’t wish to obey, that is when the pressure starts. When miles separate a kajira from her Master there is no quick comeback. There is not person stood over you ensuring you obey, there is not Man there watching you, encouraging you, holding you when you need it afterwards. You are stuck on your own. That place where everything is dark and lonely until you are able to speak again. Even then, internet and telephones only go so far. You cannot feel their hands in your hair, their arms around you; you cannot nestle at their feet and relax.

Complete Mastery involves living as M/s 24/7/365. Even then it will take years to shed all the layers we have built up to cope in our lives without a Master. The layers out of necessity we have constructed to protect ourselves in our daily lives. Yes, you can live as kajira and hold a job, a career, nothing is there stopping you apart from a Master’s personal view and directive. But still, to be able to function outside of a home environment we need to be able to protect ourselves from abuse. You cannot do this and be kajira without knowing all the boundaries of you relationship dynamic. What is acceptable, what is not; when you can speak up, when you cannot; when you need to ask permission before acting and when you don’t need to.. a myriad of minor details that cannot be ingrained into you consciousness without being in a 24/7 situation.

To be in complete Mastery is not a quick or easy process. Someone I know refers to it as IE – Internal Enslavement. Others refer to it as consensual non-consent. Same difference to me, you consent to give up personal consent, you consent to be encouraged to have bonds of enslavement placed in your psyche. To me, complete Mastery is when I could not contemplate being without my Master, when I get to that point where I can anticipate his needs and act with only him in my mind. When everything I do is for him and him alone. When discipline becomes more of a maintenance issue to reinforce bonds rather than because rules or commands have been broken. When life apart from our Masters is heart rending.  Complete Mastery is when after years of being in that dynamic your Master knows with just your carriage, expressions and sounds how you feel. When a  kajira’s limits cease to exist. Hmm. I suppose I need to explain  that one.

We all have limits within our lives. Pain thresholds, which alter dependant on if it is, play which is causing pain, punishment, or illness. Limits on what we find acceptable behaviour or not. Limits of what we find degrading to the point of unbearable.  Limits of verbal abuse we can take before we snap. Noise levels, brightness levels.. ad infinitum. Limits do not just come in the form of play. *grins* although play can be very, very fun…. Mmmmm.

Anyone who says they have NO limits without qualifying that statement is lying. However, like rayne on subguide I do believe that it is possible to be a no-limit slave. I like her reasoning there; it echoes some of my own thoughts.

To be no-limits

1. You have to be with the right Master – the One – your Love Master

2. You must have total and unconditional trust between Master and kajira

3. I strongly believe you have to have progressed into complete Mastery

4. You need to define what no-limits is!

As rayne put quite succinctly, just because she classes herself as no limits, doesn’t mean her Master doesn’t have limits. Also, it means that her Master understands her and knows her to such a depth that he knows before she does that  he is close to pushing her too far beyond a boundary. He can judge her reactions and behaviour and choose whether to alter what he is doing or not. She trusts him with her life and it is that power he holds over her.

Only a fool would value a possession that low as to damage it beyond repair.

Hence – no limits.

I seem to have digressed far off course here, but  it seemed to fit as I was typing.  To be in complete Mastery just now seems to me to be this golden rainbow, something of dreams, of hopes and desires. How possible it is I honestly don’t know.  I hope it is possible, the need  burning inside me wants it badly. All I do know for certain is that it is not my choice, it is my Master’s.

[Via http://kajiradreams.wordpress.com]

HNT - Kiss

My boy.

Isn’t he gorgeous?

This is a picture of us after our night at the dungeon.

We had an amazing time – playing and loving for hours – and he was handsome and strong.  I was a very, very proud Sir.

I loved showing him off and I loved taking him back to the hotel to celebrate in private.  It’s amazing to me how two people can fit so well together – in our daily lives, in the dungeon, in bed.

He’s a gorgeous, sexy man and My beautiful champion and I feel so lucky, every day, to be his lover, his partner, his Sir.

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The beginings

To kick off this blog let me tell you a bit about myself and why I have started this project. I am twenty, I have just recently started diving into the actual world of D/s BDSM, and starting my journey to become a photographer. A lot of things are changing for me just like they do for everyone else. The main thing I have come to learn is I’m not everyone else. A lot of what I read and researched when I first started entering this lifestyle, it just scared the crap out of me, and made me think, “Really? That’s not me! Maybe I’m not submissive.” A lot of what was there was not to my liking, and most of it seemed unrealistic to me. Not to say that there is anything wrong with what is out there or how others perceive it, by god if that is what makes you happy then by all means go for it, but it wasn’t relatable to me, or something that I can connect with besides maybe in a long lost fantasy. So at this point I figure I may as well create it myself, and maybe I can be a source of information for someone who has felt the same way I have. Although I don’t expect to be a match for everyone, just like the things I have read aren’t all a match for me.

So anyway here I am about two maybe three years later from my first initial jump into looking around the lifestyle. Probably two years after deciding to start meeting people, and Now about a year into my first D/s relationship with a few additions to it that I would have never thought I would be okay with, although now I find that I embrace these things, and they are a part of what makes me happy. I am slowly but surely making my way into learning what the lifestyle has to offer and what this all means to me, what suits me and what doesn’t not any other person besides my Dom and I, and what works within our dynamic.

Lil Bumble V

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Slave wife entertains her husband and his sexy guest

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Multiple Orgasms & BDSM

Last night I did a presentation at Dragons Gate Studios in Orange County for a group of adventurous entrepreneurs on multiple orgasms with BDSM.

We started with cocktails, oysters and other delicacies to get everyone in the mood and ended with more cocktails and chocolate.

Thank you to everyone who participated in the interactive exercises including my assistant Shelly who allowed a stranger to spank her with a paddle. It’s all part of the job! Did I mention that I love my job especially when I can teach a group in a fun setting?

Being a Sexologist seeing clients in my private practice is very satisfying, lecturing all over the world is the cherry on top, mentoring students at my Loveology University is the ultimate high for me.

I can’t think of anything else that I would rather do, even if I won the lottery.

[Via http://1sexpert.wordpress.com]

The Rules

Sat Perfect posture

Bare breasts

Skillful breaths

Back hard against a wooden chair

Shoulders arched

Arms behind closely wound

together

With ¾ inch rope

Legs gartered and nyloned

spread as far as possible

Sans panties

Bladder full

Freshly shorn cunt

pressed tightly against the seat

Black polished leather open toed pumps

on perfectly pedicured feet

Free of ego

Free of thought

Waiting for Sir to speak.

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State of Emergency by Steven Meisel

Sex is a part of life, so is violence. Violent sex is named BDSM (Bondage Discipline and Sado-Masochism). The indelible impression violence has inflicted on our day to day life has been visually captured by famous photographer Steven Meisel in his 2006 photo-collection under the name “State of Emergency“.

Strongly erotic and inclining towards the obscene and painful at certain parts, this photoshoot for Vogue Italia has reached notoreity for its subtle but vivid references. An intriguing combination of pornography and sado-masochistic attitudes of 1984 type era, forces the mind to consider the power of power in our nimble lives. They are uncomfortable and arousing in equal measure because they reflect back to us our conflicted attitudes and unacknowledged libidinal complicities.

Eroticism is inseparable from violence and humiliation is more unacceptable than ever. The issue is not how ‘healthy’ sexuality can be purged of violence, but how the violence inherent to sexuality can be sublimated. Meisel’s photographs — which, we should remember, appear in a magazine the vast majority of whose readership is not ‘adolescent males’ but women — are ‘fantasy kits’ which offer just such sublimations, providing scenarios, role-play cues and potential fantasmatic identifications.

These photos  force to remember a movie I glanced recently named Silip, in which a village full of sex-crazed people kill each other for well nothing other than sex. The continuous power struggle between the over-powering males and the feebler females is a subject of pertinent questioning in almost all feminine art. Especially the one on the right. All I can hear is rape, rape, rape in my mind. What forces the man to rape? Is it that he is incapable of finding love or incapable of controlling himself?

No rewards for guessing the nationality of the models,Russian. They are always extremely hot. I keep on hearing stories of Russian brides wanting to marry Indian males, because Indian males are better lovers.

State Of Emergency Editorial

Vogue Italia September 2006

Photographer: Steven Meisel

Model: Hilary Rhoda & Iselin Steiro

Credits: http://cyanatrendland.com/

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The Factory

Tied to an abandoned factory wall

Like Saint Andrew’s cross

Naked as the day I was born

Cat-o-nine tails

Trails in stale, humid air

You compare

Me to former subbies

You call me a slut

You cut my flesh

You wound my heart

You spread my legs further apart

You finger my labia

You rub my clit

You offer a kiss

Instead you spit

You tease me

You taunt me

You put alligator clips on my nipples

You jam three fingers into my vagina

A reminder of the three ways

in which you will fuck me

You bring me to the verge

And step back

You crack the cat

Across my breasts

I shout “Thank you, Sir!”

For each lash.

[Via http://janabarrett.wordpress.com]

Bondage Basics: Nipple Clamps

Nipple clamps have become very popular with both men and women. They range from very gentle to quite extreme, more extreme than most people can endure. Nipple clamps also come in many shapes and sizes some with various accessories to increase the sensations felt when wearing them.

How to use nipple clamps

The first thing to remember when using breast toys is to not let yourself be limited to nipples alone! Although they are designed for nipples there is a wealth of other sensitive areas, especially in the genital region, for both men and women, that are prime clamp candidates.

When using nipple clamps on the nipples you should first make sure your nipple is nice and erect, either through direct manual stimulation or any means that you can imagine, a nice ice cube works wonders. If you don’t know the clamp’s strength you should place them on a bit slowly at first so you don’t get a negative shock which could easily ruin the mood.

If you’re new to this or just enjoy it to be a bit more ‘gentle’ you should start by grabbing a larger amount of flesh. The more flesh you clamp the less the intensity will be, and as you want things taken up a notch you can reclamp with a smaller amount of breast or nipple. A clamped nipple can be very sensative and should be the object of further stimulation. This can be acheived through many different means, some common ways to stimulate a clamped nipple are through the use of a feather or other soft product, your partner’s parts, such as his or her fingers or tongue also work wonders. Some people enjoy products that poke, giving some extra pain, but I believe the best way is through a mini vibrator, just turn it on and let it lightly touch the tip of your nipple.

There are nipple clamps that are referred to as ‘endurance clamps’, these are often very similar to other clamps except for the fact that they are not adjustable. This means that if they’re on your nipple then they are squeezing with everything they’ve got, there’s no light setting with this type. Another type of nipple clamp for those more extreme users are those clamps with teeth. These clamps tend to not have any extra rubber or padding and as you can probably tell, these little guys can create some pretty hardcore sensations, so if you’re at all gentle, you might want to stay away from these.

A couple nipple clamp safety thoughts

Don’t leave the nipple clamps on for too long, some clamps restrict blood flow somewhat, so 15 minutes should be your limit before giving the nipples some recovery time. And remember, removing the clamps can be the most ‘intense’ part of the whole scenario as blood flow returns rapidly to the nipple and nerves bounce back to their original positioning.

And just like all male sex toys you should clean your nipple clamps regularly, soap and warm water works wonderfully. Nobody wants to use dirty sex toys or have to worry about getting some weird nipple infection.

Don’t forget, nipple clamps are not for women only! Due to the fact that most women’s nipples are a bit larger than men’s nipple clamps are often a bit easier to use on women, but men’s nipples need attention too.

Keep in mind, there are various styles of sex toys you can find that you can use with or on your partner, from dildos to fleshlights, they they were created for you to enjoy, use them!

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Sometimes, it's just not gonna happen *shrug*

Sir came down over the weekend, mostly to congratulate me on a new contract I just got. It was a fabulous time, but started off on a strange note.

It’s usually fairly easy for me to orgasm. Especially with Sir, because over the past two years he’s become so used to my body and knowing what makes me tick. Of course, when he arrived at my place, after I’d taken his coat and boots off, he strapped me into my leather collar and restraints, and we ravaged each other. The thing was, halfway through our little fucking session, I realized that I was nowhere NEAR close to cumming. Sir wasn’t lacking in the trying department. He was going down on me, finger fucking me, using a little vibe on me, and still, nothing. I started to get frustrated and my mind started shutting down. Sir could tell I was far away, and asked what he could do. I snapped back and smiled, telling him just to use me for his own pleasure. Normally he’s very happy to do that, but I knew he was making an effort to make it all about me, and I could tell he was disappointed. In the end he shot a load on my face and it was fine. And we certainly made up for it (over and over again) throughout the weekend, but still.

I hate when that happens.

<3 Ruby

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Journal Entry 1/30/10

Last night Madam P and I were taken out by friends for our birthdays.  (Madam and I have birthdays 7 days apart.)  We had a splendid time with good food and even better company.  Madam was so sweet before we left the house for dinner.  I work an office job, so I was already wearing a nice dress and had makeup on when I got home.  Madam took a little time to shower and get pretty before dinner.  (And Madam looked lovely!)  After she was done preparing, we found that we had 10 or 15 minutes before we needed to leave the house.  So Madam called me into the bedroom and had me get down on my hands and knees beside the bed.  She then put her feet up on my back as she lay on the bed.  Madam just wanted to put me through a sweet, short little training exercise before we left the house to insure that I remember my place and that I behave well while we’re out with friends.

Madam had me arch my back up, then arch my back down, then arch my back up and hold it, then arch my back down and hold it.  She wasn’t watching me; she was monitoring my compliance by feel as her feet rested on my back.  I found that I had to concentrate on Madam and listen to every order.  The orders were coming at me pretty quickly at times, so I had to pay attention.  Then Madam had me wag my tail slowly “like you’re happy.”  Then I was ordered to “wag your tail fast, faster, like you want to be fucked!”  I wagged and wagged like crazy.  Madam got so excited that she had to jump up and start swatting my butt, I guess to spur me on.  I didn’t miss a beat; I just kept wagging faster and faster as Madam spanked me with all her might again and again.  Then she said, “Rock your hips, like you’re fucking, like you’re on top of me riding me!”  Madam had worked herself (and me) into quite a frenzy.

Then she had me stop.  And get up.  Madam told me to straighten myself up and get ready to go. 

Dinner was very nice; and Madam and I sat there at the table happy and both dripping wet.

Right, so after dinner, Madam and I came home and got settled in.  After about half an hour, she called me into her office and had me lay across her lap on the sofa.  Madam had me screaming and squirming, right to the edge of weeping, then pulling back.  After about 20 minutes of spanking me, she had me stand in front of her as she sat on the sofa.  Madam said, “Show!”  (Legs spread, hands behind my head, looking straight ahead.)  She grabbed me by the hips and pressed her tongue into my clit.  Within 2 seconds I was screaming and sobbing with the intensity of the orgasm that washed over me… and washed over me… and washed over.  I don’t how long Madam kept me there screaming before she jumped up off the sofa, pushed me to the floor, flat on my back with my hands still behind my head, took off her pants, and began grinding her clit against mine.  Within minutes, Madam had us both screaming like wild animals… it seemed like I’d never stop orgasming.  Even after Madam was done, she waited there a while with her clit pressed to mine, not moving at all, but my orgasms wouldn’t stop coming, one after another after another… or was it one never ending orgasm? 

After a time Madam got up and told me to stay.  She put on her clothes and went about just doing things, taking her evening medications, rinsing dishes in the kitchen, coming back into her office to sit at her computer.  All the while I was lying on the floor, legs spread, hands behind my head still whimpering and moaning and twitching with the fire burning through my entire central nervous system.

I don’t know how Madam does that to me.  I’m no youngster, but until I met Madam P,  I had no idea that my body could even produce never ending orgasms of such crazy intensity.  I’ve never cried from orgasming before… I cry nearly every time Madam brings me to orgasm, which is nearly every day at times.  What’s up with that?  How does she do that? 

Well, she’ll probably never tell me her secret.  But I do know this.  I’m hooked on Madam P for life.  No one else is ever going to be able to handle me the way she does.  I’m so ruined for life.

(Gotta run; Madam’s taking me to an all woman play party tonight!  I’m sure she has something sweet, loving, sexy and diabolical in mind.  I can barely wait to see!)

Missy

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The Courage to Ask

I was asked yesterday, by someone new to our fetish community and to the various activities we in this community enjoy, what smothering was, and it occurred to me that he was being very courageous to be asking a question whereby he was not just seeking potentially awkward information, but also simultaneously admitting his lack of knowledge in an area of play.

I just want to say to those of you who DON’T know about something, and yet you continue to ask your questions, I admire your perseverance and I applaud your courage.  I can only hope that when I next get to a place where I run across a word/idea, or perhaps a word that has 2 or 3 definitions, that I lift my voice likewise, in order to find out what all that I can.

I applaud you curious ones for having the courage to say something like what I heard yesterday:  “I don’t know what smothering is.  Can you please talk to me about it?”  I admire your spirit.  I mean, let’s face it, if you are new and you are looking at one of my profiles on various domains, or looking directly at my website for the first time, seeing something on that website that you don’t recognize, in this case, the part to do with smothering, I would think you might be feeling a bit nervous.  Not being afraid to ask after it tells me a lot about you, your mettle.

I encourage each & every one of you looking at either of my sites, ask me if you don’t understand something and I’ll do my best to either answer your question or to refer you to someone who can, someone who can answer your question with the respect and compassion it deserves.

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Daily Texan Writes Nice About Lifestylers

I found this article in the Daily Texan written by a novice with a negative view of the BDSM Community.

Bondage and discipline, domination and submission, sadism and masochism — these are the many faces of the loaded BDSM acronym. But as multifaceted and large as the BDSM community is, the majority of us never actually encounter it in real life.

I think my earliest introduction to the BDSM lifestyle came from the gimp in “Pulp Fiction” and the dominatrix in “Shortbus,” and neither character made me think very highly of the subculture. Not to mention the years of “Law and Order: Special Victims Unit” marathons, which taught me that BDSM is sexual perversion wherein selfish, deranged men torture women. So when I decided to see for myself what BDSM culture was like, I was more than a little bit nervous about the possible naivete of my plan.

A quick Google query of “Austin, BDSM” took me to CentralTexasKink.org, a clearinghouse Web site where I was able to find a few local groups aimed at beginners in the BDSM lifestyle, including The Next Generation and Austin Voyagers.

I would really suggest you read the rest. Particularly if you have never attended a public gathering of Kinksters. I found it amusing that she spent 45 minutes looking for the kinky folks. As a bonus for me, I know some people in the area so it is nice to have a frame of reference. lol.

MV

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LOLA'S Leg Show & Boy Toys 2-6-10

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S47 ~ kink

Back in the day when I was in the mood to fuck – 3 days ago – I liked it really kinky.  I’m what’s referred to as a S/switch in the BDSM community.  Depending on who I’m with, I can be either extremely dominant or incredibly submissive.  I usually end up being submissive with black men and an incredibly wonderfully cunty Domme with white men – who knows why?  I don’t and I don’t care.

Either way, I can give or take a spanking as long as it’s taken or received properly.

I like to fuck so hard that it makes a little part of me wonder if a fellow is going to rip my nipples and/or breasts off my chest.  /Seriously/.  I like a small part of me to feel a genuine fear – not distrust, but fear.  I don’t want to be raped or murdered, I just want a man to make me scream.

Is that too much to ask for?  It’s seeming like it is… at least lately.

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Running for the Board

So, I have a bit of an announcement to make.  This Saturday I will be running for the Board of Directors of CAPEX. While I have had issues in the past with the direction the group was headed, I have decided to step up and try to make a positive impact on the group. Towards that end, I have submitted my self nomination form to run. It will be a good challenge and I hope that I am allowed to serve this organization.

Wish me luck.

MV

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Just Another Monday...

No, I don’t have MLK Day off…there is no such thing as a “holiday” in the world of billable hours!!

I’m feeling 100%. The crud seems to be gone, just a little residue in the ears, which always happens when there is some kind of head congestion…but otherwise, I feel really good. Good enough, I was up before the alarm and on the treadmill for a good cardio work-out.

I’m hoping to make it to yoga class tonight. I didn’t go Saturday morning so I could rest and relax and bit more…the hardest thing about getting sick at my age is that I’ve found when I listen to my body, give in to resting, I get better faster. There was a time when I could pop over-the-counter meds and keep right on going. I simply can’t do that these days…if I get sick, I’ve found that taking a sick day or two, doing absolutely nothing but resting, sleeping, drinking lots of fluids, that’s the only way I can get better. So be it.

I spent yesterday afternoon trying to decide on a new comforter for my bed…after 3-4 hours of diligent shopping, I came home with nothing. I do have one comforter at T.J.Maxx that I liked but there was no bed-skirt with the set…finding a bed skirt is proving to be difficult. I tried several places in hopes of finding a suitable bed-skirt and nothing. No point in buying the comforter if I can’t find a bed-skirt that’s going to work with it.

I didn’t make it to Home Depot, but dear subbie sent me a link to the Behr paints site…thanks, dear subbie. I can take pictures of my bedroom, download them onto the computer and “paint” my bedroom in the colors that I select from the site and see what it will look like before actually buying and opening a single paint can!!! Pretty cool!!!

I’ve got to figure out what evenings I can devote to a couple of clients that want to session that I couldn’t session last week when I was sick…I am also preparing for Saturday night’s Naughty, Nasty Birthday Party in OKC…it will be loads of fun (pun intended)!!!

Okay, that’s the Monday run down on how I predict my day to do…time to hit the shower…have a good Monday!

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And the night was going so well

Murphy’s law – If anything can go wrong, it will.

Things last night weren’t quite that bad. But it was starting to feel like it. The night had been planned for a few weeks, maybe more. Husband was away at an event and over night with his pet. So I brought mine (pet) home for the night.

The night started with dinner out. Just before dinner, my back was being a little achy but not too bad. (For a while now, on & off I’ve been having back problems.) By the time we got home, I was hurting. Plans for the evening would have to be toned down. That was a little disappointing.  But managed to still get a lot of good out of the evening.

He is my sissy pet. So he started off dressed in black lingerie and thigh high stockings. There was spanking and paddling, some strap on play, (Not quite like I had originally wanted, but didn’t want to be stupid with my back.) , little sensory fun, while bound. I then wrote on him with lipstick. In doing all these, I was in the zone.

I had started taking pictures of my work. Two shots done, then my camera dies. Tried new batteries but that didn’t work.  The perfect end to play time.

So, how was your Saturday night?

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Dishonour God's Temple

For the last 15 years I have put the words “BDSM” and “Christianity” into Google (or similar) at least once a year. There used to be a few interesting websites and especially a forum that I remember as fairly open minded but with some well researched articles. Unfortunately the good links have disappeared and one of the top ranked links is this.

Okay before you read it please take it at face value that I completely and utterly disagree with this author. I am entirely opposed to such a literal reading of the bible. But with a somewhat lazy start I will structure my initial comments the same way as his introduction.

So let us start with God’s Temple. The author implicitly tells us that BDSM encompasses several actions that dishonour our bodies in its role as God’s Temple. In principle I fully agree. It makes sense – and I do not need a God to tell me this – that I should look after my own body, make sure I look after my health and so on. In BDSM we call this “Safe, Sane and Consensual.

A healthy body leads to a more confident personality, better health and a longer and less troublesome life. So before any fellow Christian judges me on my activities and their effect to my Temple of God, think where this is going. BDSM is not for the body, it is for the spirit. It helps to create a mindset. Most practices are not damaging the body or leaving marks and those that do hardly leave harmful marks. Certainly those do exist and I would never engage in them or recommend doing this as in those few circumstances I would agree that it does dishonour your body and as such God’s temple.

But let me look further. What this really is saying is that we should maintain a healthy lifestyle. This is not directed to any particular sexual practices. Quite the contrary. I am not doing very well following this advice but to me it means:

• Keep a healthy body weight
• Eat Healthy
• Be Active
• Groom Yourself

All these are things that come to mind are things to do, not things I should not do. I am convinced this is not because there is nothing that I should avoid doing in order to please god (I should avoid committing suicide, self hurt for starters) but it is that in my spiritual mind the BDSM related things I would engage in are far from critical and by comfort eating and gaining weight and lack of excercise I damage this temple much more in a potentialy harmful way than by any BDSM practice I am likely to engage in.

With that let me make a resolution to act healthy in my vanilla life and to only play safe.

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A Little Trick

I have found that while I am perfectly fine in the moment of sexual release, when presented with… say a video of those same moments, I become quite the blushing woman. I know I have lost a lot of weight recently, have even been feeling good about myself. Yes I have a ways to go, but really I look and feel better than I have in years. When I saw myself on video, the old doubts came crashing back. I don’t believe I am a beautiful woman. Adequate yes, but beautiful?

Yesterday I was presented with a surprise visit with Master. I hadn’t intended to see him, but when it happened I was thrilled to settle into his arms. He has been worried about me since my surgery, unwilling to compromise my health with any play until I was fully healed. We had been physically together, but until yesterday, he’d been unwilling to “throw the store” at me.

It started slow, his lips sliding over my skin, biting my nipples, making me squirm. He’d told me he wanted to mark me, show the world I was his. He understands the need not to, but he teased his way across my body non the less.  The pain of it was exquisite, arching my back and making me quake. When he slid his hands down my body, across my clit, I came almost instantly. He never paused, never slowed his pace.

It built again low and deep inside me, pulling itself up from someplace I didn’t know existed. I yearned to feel him inside me, but he refused, his fingers remaining firmly planted on my clit alone. I came over and over and still he never slowed. I lost track of orgasms around 20, one of his hands wrapped in my hair, the other insistent between my legs. When I thought I couldn’t take anymore he demanded it, pinning me against the bed and making me cum for him again and again until I floated away into the nothingness. I shivered, shook in his arms. A long, low sigh escaping my lips for I knew I had come home.

Master asked if I was ok and I couldn’t  function enough to say yes. He slapped my face to bring me back around but I was hoarse from screaming and I couldn’t make my lips move more than to smile at him. I lay my head against his chest and floated. I’m not sure how long I was incoherent, but when he slapped my face again the world came sharply back into focus.

When he decided I was mostly coherent, he slid his hands down my body once more. This time he started gently, sliding two fingers inside my soaked pussy. I was so sensitive, my body quivered with every stroke. Master didn’t waste time. He pushed another  finger and another until his fist was buried deep and I was screaming for him once again. My back arched, pushing him deeper and I thought I was going to come apart.

I heard the camera click, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. I screamed for him, begging and when I came it was hard and fast. Master didn’t slow his pace, this time pinning me to the bed with my ferocious need. I rode the wave of orgasm as it rose up over me. Every time I thought I was done, it crested higher, lapping at the shores of my sanity. I ached with the exquisite pleasures he provided, the final tsunami washing over me, obliterating my very existence for a time.

When I came back around again, I glanced at the clock and mentioned that I was going to be late.

“I’m going to make you later,” was the rumbling reply. I thrilled at his feral need. I knew it had been awhile since we’d truly been together, but this… this was beyond imagination. He placed my hand against his cock and I rose up to meet him. I laid gentle kisses across his balls, the head of his cock. I like it when he is not yet completely hard because I can fit all of him in my mouth. I slid my lips ever so slowly over the tip of him. He pushed my head down and I sucked him deeper, my tongue running lazy circles around the base of him.

As he grew harder in my mouth, I started the slow pulsing rhythm I knew he enjoyed. I love making him moan. He doesn’t do it often because it means he is losing control, but today he did, long and low. I knew he was close, his body shaking under  my hungry mouth. His back arched, pushing his cock deeper still. A small growl escaped his lips and he came hard, shooting down the back of my throat. I drank him in, pleased that I thrilled him so, but I was not done either.

Sometimes, when I give just enough of a moment for a man to release his seed and then continue to suck him deep, he can cum again, completely draining him in the process. It leaves him in a daze, a veritable puddle on the bed. I did this once with a man who was standing and he collapsed, his knees giving way beneath him. Ever since I have been much more careful. The last thing I need is an awkward visit to an ER, a bleeding Master to explain.

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Monday Quickie: Please

I think it’s a very telling thing about my tastes and my personality when I rarely have a story in which a man dominates a woman strictly. And when I do, it’s almost always a very, very short story.

For you ladies (and men) who like a good man-in-charge smoking fetish story, my apologies. I’ll try to work on that. In the meantime, a tidbit of male domination action…

Please

By Smokedawg

In hindsight, it was the worst word she could have used. The worst way she could possibly have begun their time together.

Please.

She kneeled there on the rug as she had been directed, naked and free of any makeup or perfume, hands behind her back, face toward the floor. She’d done everything perfectly, been the perfect sub. Done everything her master could expect of her and had been ready to accept bonds or lashes or clips or pinches.

But she had whispered, “Please…”

It had come unbidden. She hadn’t wanted to speak. Hadn’t wanted to say it, but she couldn’t help it.

“Please what?” he said fiercely from behind her. He barely raised his voice, but the clear irritation, disappointment, anger and command were there.

And now she was caught. She had to finish. She had to say something.

But she dare not say, “Please be kind” or “Please don’t hurt me” or “Please be gentle.”

Because she wanted none of these things. She wanted to be dominated, and she liked pain with her pleasure, preferably in a 1-to-2 ratio.

She also dare not say, “Please do your worst” because he might.

Yet she also could not say, “Please use me as you please” or “Please take me in any way you like.”

Because those were already rights she had given him. Those were already his prerogative, and to say to please do what he already was entitled to do would be to annoy him.

Before his anger could rise, perhaps leaving her with no orgasm tonight—or worse yet, with him telling her to begone, she had her escape.

“Please, master, help me be the best slave I can be to you.”

She could feel the tension drain behind her, and felt the sudden sharp kiss of a riding crop across her back. The pain sizzled quickly up and down her spine, a quick burst of sensation, and her pussy twitched in response. She did not yelp but sighed. She swallowed the pain into herself and emitted pleasure instead. This would not anger him, because he knew she felt the pain and respected that she could love it. Just as she could love the freedom he had over her body when she was locked in bondage.

She had avoided saying what she had wanted to, which was, “Please don’t make me smoke.”

He had been threatening to do just that. She had quit years ago, a hard-won fight to be free from an addiction. And she supposed that had driven her more fiercely to this new addiction, to be controlled by a man. To give her body and get less in return than what she gave, and to find the joy in that.

She knew he planned to make today that day to make her smoke for him. He liked smoke, he had told her. He liked the way a feminine cigarette mixed with the smoke of one of his cigars. He liked the way it perfumed a woman’s body and breath. He liked the way it felt on his cock.

And she had seen the corner of a pack of Eves poking out from his bag.

But she had avoiding saying those words.

She avoided the urge to say them again as she heard the soft snip of a cigar cutter and the ignition of a lighter. Heard the gentle puffing of a cigar brought to life and scented the first hints of the harsh smoke that such gentle sucking could produce.

She felt his smoke wash over her and was as grateful for it as she would be for the stripes of a flogger. She breathed it in, and made it her own, and did not sneer but gasped with pleasure instead that he graced her thus.

Then the smoke was closer, and his body pressing against her back, as she felt the filter of a cigarette placed against her lips, and heard the click of the lighter.

She did not hesitate. If she was slave to him, she would be slave to smoke again for him as long as he desired. And she hoped only that she wouldn’t find nicotine to be a more powerful master. Hoped it would not be something that would steal devotion to itself and away from him.

She did not say “Please don’t make me do this.”

She did not say, “Please don’t make me smoke more than one.”

She did not say, “Please don’t make me an addict again to smoke.”

She simply inhaled deeply, and mixed her feminine smoke with his masculine smoke.

And pleased him.

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Sharing

 He’s back home.  Let me tell you, life is so much nicer around here when He’s only in half as much pain.  His sense of humor has returned, His sadism and dominance has returned a bit, and He is in such a great mood!  Too bad this will wear off in a week or two before the next one.  But once they figure out what nerves to take care of, they can do the permanent ones!!  It’s looking like these will work wonderfully, and be everything that He (and i) have hoped they were going to be.

i was blog surfing this morning while Alderon was sleeping.  It’s not very often that i can do that; seriously, who has the time for it most days?  i eventually ran into this one written by a submissive.  It was really interesting.  It seemed to be an Owner/property type of relationship that they had.  It was a nice read into another viewpoint.

i have been trying to find The Marketplace by Laura Antoniou.  Not much luck.  It seems that i can find all of the others; just not that one.  It must be in high demand right now.  i own numbers 2-4 of the series; but i would like to get the first one also. 

The munch is tonight.  We have been invited to another little shin-dig after the munch.  i’ll have to let you know how that goes.  i have been really nervous about playing around others again.  i really don’t want to do it to be honest.  After that whole safe-worded thing that happened in November, i just can’t shake off the fear of disappointment.  i know that i can’t let fear rule my life, and i am really trying hard.  i just can’t seem to shake it though.  i’m sure that it will improve with time.

i’m off…things to do, people to see…or is it things to see, people to do?  Hmmm…i like that one better.  *grins*

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Bright Blessings from Red bottoms!

Many exciting things are happening at The Cove, as Unique Goddess finishes up many projects, including an awesome bondage bench She designed and built Herself (sneak peek to be included in Her upcoming newsletter), and continues to embark on others.  She is so proud of the project, that She decided to carry it a step further with creating matching ankle restraints.  It had been more than a year since She’d last used Her sewing machine, so She had a clue this was to be no easy feat.  As expected, a disassembling and thorough cleaning was due.

After a long day of enduring a crash course in sewing machine repair, Unique Goddess relaxed, enjoying a nice lavish meal prepared from foods brought to Her as offerings from Her faithful acolytes.  Tonight’s meal was salmon, brought from Her most faithful slut, kelly, because it knows just how much She LOVES fish, seasoned with Her second favorite herb, rosemary, which was brought to Her from Her sweet lil girl, hine, served with a side of jasmine rice (another favorite) and carrots.  As She reveled in the beauteous feeling of being blessed with such wonderful people in Her life, She had an epiphany of how to spread some blessings to those who need it the most.

Over the fall, The Goddess spent a lot of time at the Dupont Circle Starbucks.  Her slut, kelly, also makes sure She always has funds on Her Starbucks card, so She decided to share it with a few of the homeless She encountered during that time.  She’d buy them coffee, sometimes a sandwich too, and chat with them, always leaving them with a nice hug.  She realized that what these people needed more than anything was a little acknowledgment, to realize that they are not invisible and very much still a part of society, no matter how bleak their situation.  It felt so good reaching out to the few She was able to, and, so, She’d love to try to reach out to a few more, but on different level.

Unique Goddess is now accepting donations of gift cards (from that well known coffee shop) and blankets, as well is calling for volunteers to gather for a day of Hugs’nMo 4 Homeless (date TBD dependent on donations & volunteers gathered).  The Goddess would like for volunteers to head out with Her on location in DC to bring warmth to the homeless with coffee, sandwiches, blankets, conversation, and, most importantly, hugs.   Of course, She’s still spreading red bottoms, but  She wants to warm more than buns during this cold Winter season!

Sure most homeless people can be very smelly, but get over it, as The Goddess is quite sure you have a shower and hot water at home in which to bathe.  It’s not going to kill you to stink for a bit in order to bring some Loving Light to those most in need!  Think of those less fortunate who don’t have those things that most of you take for granted and spend a bit of time and money to spread a bit of warmth.  Perhaps this can balance out some of that gluttony and self-indulgence many of you seem to love so much.  No, this certainly won’t fix their situations, but it will certainly make their day, week or even year!  W/we can’t save them all, giving them homes and jobs, but W/we can give them a bit of acknowledgment that just might give them the strength to better help themselves.

Who’s down with The Clowns?  Let’s get this ball rolling and Light up the streets of DC and spread maybe a smile or three!!!

–

Sweetly Sadistic,

Unique Goddess

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Sensual, Sadistic, Surreal

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Psychological functioning of bondage/domination/sado-masochism (BDSM) practitioners.

A demographic questionnaire and 7 psychometric tests were administered to 32 self-identified Bondage/Domination/SadoMasochism (BDSM) practitioners. Although psychoanalytic literature suggests that high levels of certain types of psychopathology should be prevalent among BDSM practitioners, this sample failed to produce widespread, high levels of psychopathology on psychometric measures of depression, anxiety, obsessive-compulsion, psychological sadism, psychological masochism, or PTSD. In fact, on measures of clinical psychopathology and severe personality pathology, this sample appeared to be comparable to both published test norms and to DSM-IV-TR estimates for the general population. There were, however, some exceptions to this general pattern, most notably the higher-than-average levels of narcissism and nonspecific dissociative symptoms found in the sample. This study also raises significant concern about the appropriateness of the diagnosis of sexual masochism and sadism in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of the American Psychiatric Association or, minimally, the diagnostic criteria of these disorders.

Connolly, P. H. (2006). Psychological functioning of bondage/domination/sado-masochism (BDSM) practitioners. Journal of Psychology and Human Sexuality, 18(1), 79-120.

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Alpha or Master?

I’m walking a fine line between having an alpha male and a master of bdsm. I blame it on finishing two bdsm erotic books right before settling down to write my paranormal shifter erotic. I find myself wanting to take my alpha hero to places that wouldn’t fit in with a life in Alaska as the alpha leader of the lynx clan. But I’m having a great time showing his alpha-ness in other ways.

I think what is keeping my alpha…alpha like and not master like is his lifemate is an alpha female. All the female shifters are her betas, yet the only one she submits to is the alpha hero. I love the relationship they have. I also like that the heroine grew up outside of the clan and alone, and the alpha hero has to teach her how to use her powers. Of course, he doesn’t let her get away with too much, before the snarls and claws come out.

Of course, me being who I am and enjoying writing about power struggles, dominance, and submissive…I think I have a great thing going for those that like bdsm stories and those that like their alpha males.

I’m 3/4 of the way through and hope to finish it next week if I can keep my muse going strong.

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