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

www.UniqueGoddess.com

Sensual, Sadistic, Surreal

Have you had The Unique Experience?

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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.

link abstract

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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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