What you want

So I sat down and did a google search for ass rape and got this lovely scene of a cute slave tied in doggy style having her ass raped. Whimpering and tearful begging her Master to stop of course all set up before hand. Now the question is when some one comes to me and says I am yours do what you want to well then I will under the laws of the land. But what if the little slave girl wanted anal sex not a forceful pounding of her anus. Who would be in the wrong the Dom for not checking or the slave for not defining what she wanted. More then that when people do not think about hard limits in degree instead of likes and dislikes. Like I love anal sex a little rough but I want to be able to still retain ability to control my anus.

I need the whip is another good one most have never been hit seriously with a bull whip while I was tempted to let her have it I decided it would be more fun and last longer if I just flogged her turn out that is what she wanted/

Then a classic don’t hit me there or nor in the same place. A certain sub was complaining to her partner at the time that he was hitting the same spot all the time and even chained up convinced her partner to let me show him how to do it. So I did I hit her five times in the same spot the one he hit. He looked at me and said but it was the same spot and I said yes I do not listen to the words of slaves when they are tied up only their screams. The certain sub then said why do you Doms do that I got nice and close and said to her because it hurts and you want that and I love to see your body dance when it is in pain.

I guess what I am trying to say is having sore ass cheeks for a couple of days or a bruise or two is one thing having some thing that stops doing it’ job is another define what you want to feel and let the Dom get you there. Or buy a lot of diapers you might need them.

CLoud

Well this one was different

A subject that I have an opinion so when asked a question I gladly respond until this one.

How long should I wait to sit on my slaves face after eating poutine? I do not feel this is an etiquette question as much a physical one. The oblivious one would be how soon do you have gas after eating poutine?

When I talk about etiquette it is about the normal vanilla etiquette or perhaps about the lifestyle but this one well it depends what you are into I guess any others have an opinion here?

Cloud

Transitioning

Master Cloud has asked me to talk about my transition towards a slave mind. I'll do my best: but for starters, you must know that I am NOT a slave. Not yet, anyway.

I was brought up in a strict religious household, and while I was young I dutifully tried my best to believe the stuff I was taught. Some of that included that women were somehow less than men, that men were in charge, that I had to obey my husband. Nonsense like that.

My "programming" was very thorough, to the point where my mental health was affected. As I sought out help and treatment, I managed to find my way out of the fog of religious poppycock and began, finally, to think for myself.

So, out in the real world, I found myself becoming a very strong woman, and I am pleased to say that whatever my mistakes have been, they have been mistakes of action, as opposed to missed opportunities. Usually, anyway!

Yet, like many women, I found my sexual fantasies always included an element of violence, of physical restraint, of rape. (Let's be very clear on this - I mean "imagined rape". I am QUITE certain the real thing would be a horrible experience.)

For a long time I struggled with these fantasies. I would try to fantasize about other situations, because I felt guilty getting aroused by thoughts of being overpowered. In this day and age, I'd say, how can I find sexual satisfaction from such barbaric thoughts?

It took me many years to reach a point where I was ready to be introduced to the idea of BDSM. But once that door creaked open, I took to it like a duck to water. This was what I had been missing in my sexual relationships all my life.

I explored hastily, greedily, recklessly, heedlessly. I became addicted to email. I logged into "alt.com" and checked out my mail ten, twenty, fifty times a day. It was there that I first encountered Master CLoud - that was a good experience. But his caution went unheeded by me at first. I put his words of wisdom on the back burner and kept hunting, till I found my "wolf".

I am sad to have to admit that the night I went to meet my first "dom", I was reckless. Yes, two people knew where I was going, who I was with, and when I expected to be home... But in my heart, I knew that I was going to let this stranger do anything he wanted to me - even if I ended up dead in a ditch. I wanted this experience, even if it literally killed me.

Fortunately, I did not end up dead in a ditch that night! I was absolutely starved for a dominant male, and the male in question seemed to appreciate what I gave...

It was an extremely intense experience. He used no force, no ropes, no fear, to extract obedience. He had complete control of me the minute the door closed behind me, as if the "snick" of the lock on the door locked me in irons at the same time. Of course, I was giving my obedience, my will, my body. I was surrendering completely to this utter stranger. It was a foolish thing to do, but the memory is still very sweet to me. Even now that I've moved on, and I no longer associate with this man, I still sometimes play over in my mind how it was, how he was, how I was, when we were together.

It wasn't a good match at all, except sexually. Sexually, it felt to me that we fit like a glove. That we matched up perfectly. His voice was perfect to command me, I obeyed and responded...

From the point of view of the "real world", he's a jerk. I simply could not continue to be used by someone who did not have my best interests at heart. In other words, someone who was not "worthy" to be my dom.

I was still frantic at that stage. CLoud continued to write to me, I continued to ask questions, to hunt frantically. My marriage was falling apart - my husband had been trying to understand BDSM, had been trying to dom me - but he's even more submissive than I am, and it simply wasn't working out.

There were other problems in the marriage, but I only wish to discuss the BDSM aspects.

Finally I met Lord Dragonwood. Oddly enough, I did not meet him through a BDSM event. But we began to correspond, then we began to date. He had just discovered his dom tendencies - so we were both very "young" in that way. He had me answer questionnaires he had found in books and on the internet, in order to discover my limits. I didn't know I had any till he found them by asking all those questions!

We did not, we do not, always "play" when we are together, rather we became boyfriend and girlfriend and only "play" occasionally. So far.

But in a recent post I mentioned I had at last found a man that I might be able to obey.

Interesting, how this process seems to have taken me full circle - back to obeying my man! However, I see many differences. But sometimes I wonder who the BDSM dom was who invented marriage! Because it sure seems that all the traditional descriptions of wifely behaviour match those of a good sub!

Be that as it may, the title of this post is "Transitioning." I am becoming something, within this relationship to Lord Dragonwood. What that will eventually be is a mystery. I know CLoud would love to see me become a slave, and Lord Dragonwood thinks it might one day be possible.

We'll all just have to wait and see.

Doctor

Doctor

Well I went off to my MD yesterday after more test last week expecting news f the most dire reality. Something like all the playing you have done has seriously damaged you will be in a wheel chair form now on type of reality. What I got was totally different:

Seems the lifestyle is good for neuropathy. I will explain. The nerve endings that are sending out wrong signals such as pain instead of just the pressure of touching something. Well when pressure is applied the endings get confused and send out nice feelings. So all those sessions where I worried about the damage that was being cause now turns out were helping the pain. Along with endorphin rush the nerve endings were confused. Not saying that the pain of a spanking and floggings did not hurt it was a good pain as far as my body’s health was concerned!

I have been going through a period where I thought the slave collar would have to be taken off and put away as another memory. It seems that it should be part of my treatment go figure. Now I have started back a Lyrca a wonderful drug that aids the annoyance of the neuropathy so in a few days I will back to my normal ways.
SO now the question will be whether my desire for slavery that has been building partly because I worried that physically I could no longer be a slave will force me to choose being a slave or remaining as a switch. The past few years as my desire to participate was diminished through worry about health. Tendons hurt and muscle spasms after sessions were from poor stretching and exercise in a few days when all the drugs kick in I will start a new regime of exercise and should be in tip top slave shape in a few weeks.

Now of course that brings up the subject of those that I made offers of amends to, and did not take me up at that time due to the health issues. But I will come to that bridge when I come to it right now it is getting into shape and making a decision on what I am.

Of course saying all this after I have made offers to make amends to so many dominants could now have consequences since before I quoted my health as a major reason I could not do what they wanted well now I do not seem to that as an excuse anymore!

Doctor

Doctor

Well I went off to my MD yesterday after more test last week expecting news f the most dire reality. Something like all the playing you have done has seriously damaged you will be in a wheel chair form now on type of reality. What I got was totally different:

Seems the lifestyle is good for neuropathy. I will explain. The nerve endings that are sending out wrong signals such as pain instead of just the pressure of touching something. Well when pressure is applied the endings get confused and send out nice feelings. So all those sessions where I worried about the damage that was being cause now turns out were helping the pain. Along with endorphin rush the nerve endings were confused. Not saying that the pain of a spanking and floggings did not hurt it was a good pain as far as my body’s health was concerned!

I have been going through a period where I thought the slave collar would have to be taken off and put away as another memory. It seems that it should be part of my treatment go figure. Now I have started back a Lyrca a wonderful drug that aids the annoyance of the neuropathy so in a few days I will back to my normal ways.
SO now the question will be whether my desire for slavery that has been building partly because I worried that physically I could no longer be a slave will force me to choose being a slave or remaining as a switch. The past few years as my desire to participate was diminished through worry about health. Tendons hurt and muscle spasms after sessions were from poor stretching and exercise in a few days when all the drugs kick in I will start a new regime of exercise and should be in tip top slave shape in a few weeks.

Now of course that brings up the subject of those that I made offers of amends to, and did not take me up at that time due to the health issues. But I will come to that bridge when I come to it right now it is getting into shape and making a decision on what I am.

Of course saying all this after I have made offers to make amends to so many dominants could now have consequences since before I quoted my health as a major reason I could not do what they wanted well now I do not seem to that as an excuse anymore!

About being Dominant

Salutations and Reverence to all,

I wish to convey a small experience that happen to me recently and for that you must know more about me... I am poly-amorous and thus have many wonderful loves in my life. I'm also glad that some of them are wonderful subs and great loves.

I was recently at one of my loves in the USA which lives with her Husband, Secondary and her Husband slave.... Yes, Husband is also a Master who has a lived-in slave... wonderful girl who knows her place.

As I was there as a Friend and invitee i just decided to do some chores to keep my mind and body active.... Poor little slave was all confused... why should I, A Dom, A Friend to this Family do the Chores?!?!?!

My answer to her was simple: I am a Dom and I'll do whatever the fuck i want.

She was flabbergasted and her words were: Well... I have absolutely no answers to that one.

We all laughed.... I grinned.... Being a Dom is so much fun.

LDW

Fall used to mean burning leaves

I have noticed a great deal of vanilla on what were BDSM blogs recently. In the past around holiday time it almost seemed as inevitable that a post or two have the season influences in them. Luckily in the past they were only one or two and then the lifestyle would show up in a related story of some one trusted up as a turkey or other centre piece. I touch based with a lot of blogs now and then so I went to check today on how lifestyle they are doing!

Sadly I would say the well is running dry I think as far as lifestyle information, new thing stried even new twist on things already tried or experiences re-visited. I set a google alert to see what was new and disappointment seemed to be the norm. I was directed to everything that might of one time had a hint of the lifestyle in it to porn sites which list every fetish so you are dumped there. Nothing thought provoking very little I feel that had thought just some one has a blog and feels the need to write but have long since left their ideals behind or at least the reason for their blogs.

Is there only some much one can say on the lifestyle? Only so many tales one can recant? I was feeling that way until a new friend from the states contacted me. He spoke of hair singeing! As a young man I would sit in the barbershop and watch now unlike today where men get perms, dye their hair or have highlights in those day men did not have much done to their hair except cut there was singeing where the barber would use what looked like a candle to burn off fine hairs. The process was a bit painful and there was the slight aroma of burnt flesh and hair. So my friend told me of a slave boy he had that he would regularly burn off his body and pubic hair with a candle. He love watching the man’s facial expressions as the flame caught a hair and like a fuse take off till it was extinguished by the skins tight grip on the hair. He did say you had to be carefully as lightening too many at a time could cause burns especial if the hair was long. He also sent me a lovely description of a a fantasy he had of a camp fire and slaves tied close to it causing the same effect but increasing the unknown part as no onw would know exactly when a hair would catch of course there would be the lovely aroma of burnt hair and just the idea of outdoor play at this time of the year was so amusing so some thing new to search out and see how far this type of play has gone. Off course that opened up a whole new interested for me including exciting an old interest of branding which should occupy my time for a while.

CLoud