The ghosts of three have visited and no difference was made.

One expects fanfare or at least trumpets but none have occurred Perhaps with failing vision the apparitions did not carry the desired affect but my feelings lie unchanged. I have re-visited the past been in the present and have seen events that might be yet do not have to be.

SO to say I no longer seek those with desires of submission would be a death knoll for a Dominant it simple means I am tired of the work to satisfy them with their needs. I wish to sit back now and see the light of the sunset and not worry of the mornings’ light.

This blog was suppose to stimulate conversation amongst some of my friends and to give points of view to others that dropped in to read/ I seem to be a singular voice not that interesting for me. So the Stable will be quiet for awhile at least until the spirits stir me back to live. Mentoring I will always do for those that show promise but I do not think my views need to be spewed out to an empty room.

So a happy New Year to you all and like 2009 I will quietly withdraw leaving this blog like the dinosaurs perhaps to be found or forgotten.

A Proper Punishment

Reverence and Salutations to all,

well lately one of my subs has been experiencing trouble drawing the line between the two aspects of our relationships, these were always clear it seems to me, but she pushed it to a level that demanded a quick and decisive answer.

She has been in contact with Master CLoud since before i met her, her own journey into the Lifestyle having started before mine, and since had become one of my Own. ..but somehow the realities of the world had forced my to curbs some of our experiences to a minimum and thus she forgot that Patience and Respect are cornerstones of what I wished her to learn.

An e-mail sent to Master CLoud and I proved I had to act swiftly. A stern e-mail got her to apologize properly but that wasn't the end of it...I gave her strict instructions and setup a Punishment session... she was to wait naked with candle lights at a given date and had no tv or music for a week while she thought about her actions and what was coming.

As i came into the room she was respectfully sitting with her head down and answered my questions properly... it was important to me that she understood the reason why.

I tied her down to the table, arms and legs spread open and used several flogger, horse whip and even my hand on her entire body, even broke a nice hairbrush i had due to the force applied.

I let her weep and cry, stopping to let the pain spread and do it's deed, then started again.... and again... and again....

After the right amount of time had passed, i untied her and led her to the couch while i pakced the instruments i had used. Aftercare came and took several hours.

But the lesson was learned. She is the sub, I am the Dom. Respect and Patience, always.

Punishment lovely idea

Punishment in my mind should not fit the crime but instead exceed it. There should be no question in a persons mind that it is more painful to error then to tow the line.

I either pick out the part of the body they least wanted touched by punishment and concentrate my efforts there. Or I use extreme force and toy on their favourite area such as their ass, using what we have all seen a Singapore cane. IT is about four and a half feet long the good one are out of rattan I use one of bamboo. It is delivered to the buttocks and thighs leaving the slave lovely marks that stay for days Delivered with both hands one must be sure of the landing of the instrument but has turned some pain sluts into tears in as little as three strokes minion found this to be of great help to her as once introduced to it never had to be taken to task for a recurring similar infraction as every time she did sit the next week she would have cause to remember what she had done wrong sort of a gift that keeps on giving. The ass must be secured for this unless they are very good at standing still no wiggle can occur so the legs just below the ass are strapped in as well as the waist then the strokes lets five are delivered over the next while making sure to take at least thirty seconds between stroke to help the punisher to re-gain their strength and composure for the next stroke.

I used this method for the weekly punishment session that I have with slaves who are usually happy when the week is over and I tell them it was a good week no punishment is needed. Not speaking of the minor offences that are taken care of immediately during the course of the week.

Ah the joy of training a slave what fun!

Separation, Protocols, and Responsibilities

Separation of church and state. Legal separation. Separation from loved ones. Separation of love and sex. Separation of play-time and real life.

Separation of what I know I should do and what I want to do.

Separation of "sub"-status and "girlfriend" status.

Separation of "friend" status and "pet" status.

I have crossed a good many lines of separation in my time. Some of them have been clear lines, some less so. Since I am fairly new to BDSM, I tend to be impatient with protocols, especially when I don't feel a particular protocol applies to me. Being a very opinionated woman, if I think a protocol doesn't apply to me in a particular case, I tend to just ignore it altogether.

Whoops - I did it again.

Ignored not only protocols, but good sense as well.

I often wonder if the average person wages the daily battles I do with myself. I know several people who seem to run smoothly through the course of their days. The alarm goes off, they get up. They get ready for work, automatically, seamlessly. They shower, they dress, they get going.

Not so with me. The alarm goes off, my mind starts screaming "NO! I'm NOT going in today!"

And it's pretty much downhill from there.

In BDSM, I have the same difficulty with obedience, and with patience. Waiting till my Lord is ready in particular. Maintaining protocols with Doms, even when not in a M/s relationship with my own Lord, much less the other Dom.

See, my Lord and I only play occasionally - so therefore my mind screams at me that all these "protocols" do not apply to me. That unless I am specifically involved in playtime, for which my Lord has specific words to begin and end a session, I am free to do and speak as I please. Even when speaking to my Lord, even when addressing other Doms.

Well now, there seems to be a difference of opinion on that subject!

(As Homer Simpson says: "D'oh!")

It seems that Doms like to be accorded respect all the time, not just within playtime, not just within BDSM situations.

Well then, I'm guilty of not doing that. I'm guilty of not respecting protocols, too. I'm guilty of being impatient with my Lord.

I did not see the line. The boundary line.

My Lord specifically told me to wait for him to do something, and I went around him.

Trouble was, we were not in playtime when he told me. It was sort-of implied. In the black-and-white world of Doms, I erred on the wrong side. In a more lenient world, I was a little pushy. But the fact remains that my Lord/boyfriend asked me to wait, and I pushed.

Uh-oh. Bad idea.

I don't think I'm getting off the hook this time, but it does bring up a topic that I've heard discussed from time to time, and I would love some clarity on this issue.

I am under the impression, you see, that Doms have some kind of responsibility toward their subs.

I've been told that things have to be negotiated ahead of time in a M/s relationship, and between Doms and subs. It's been made clear to me during group gatherings how I am to behave. I've been shown in lessons how other Doms and subs make arrangements. For example, when silence has been ordered, if the sub is feeling in danger, she (or he) is permitted to open and close a hand, a flashing signal to the Dom that there is trouble he (or she) needs to know about.

It was made equally clear to me, about that particular situation, that it was the Dom's responsibility to check his sub from time to time, to see if the hand was flashing!

I've been told that some slaves are ordered to be home, ready to hear from their master, at a specific time each day, or for a specific number of hours.

But the inference has been that the Dom will be on the other end of the phone or internet connection. Unless agreed to in advance, spelled out clearly, so that both parties know exactly what they are supposed to be doing.

I have never disobeyed my Lord. I have occasionally done things that weren't what my boyfriend preferred. But we talk things out. We come to understandings.

Well, recently I was "pushy", and punishment has been recommended.

I'm going to say I probably deserve it, if only for the tone of my communication, which was decidedly closer to the "nagging wife" side of the scale than "sub".

But I need clarification, even though I'm NOT in a full-time M/s relationship, on what is generally agreed on that I'm permitted to expect from my Lord.

I have, in fact, been trying for some time to be dominated. Figuratively speaking, the hand has been flashing. Figuratively speaking, the arms have been waving wildly, I've been jumping up and down, whistling, shouting, doing anything I can to get someone, sometimes anyone, to dominate me!

I do, in fact, find it easier to get along in the world under my Lord's guidance. Now, he is a busy man. I know I can't expect his attention all the time.

But just how much time, or how much guidance, can be expected? Especially given the limitations of a "play-time only" type of relationship.

That is my question.

A question?

A question?

Are slaves that when they have no dominants in their lives inflict forms of slavery upon themselves such as self-flagellation or self-bondage a way of expressing their desires and wants for enjoyment sake or statement of loneliness?

CLoud

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

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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

Assumptions.


Are they not lovely things? One can take a few words or phrases and interrupted what you want what you are all about. Such an occurrence just happened tp the questions and me were simple yet for some reason I was interrupted as a vile and evil man.

I asked of the women since she describes her self as BBw if she was happy with her body? I asked what she meant by the term slave? Did she have any hard limits? And I told her not to call me Master.

All I can say is that some one did not read my questions but instead assumed the true motives in my questions were to cover her in scat and give her to some boys soccer team. Now any one who reads my profile know my hard limits include shit and children as well as a few others.

First I wonder why I should make profiles the do not read them they take one line or word and interrupt it perhaps I should just post a pic and have them make up my profile. As for evil yes many have describe as evil but usually with a twinkle in their eye or a smile on their face to me that means a good thing especially in this lifestyle.

CLoud

A small box with locked memories

A box, simple in nature made of metal and was given to me by a former slave. While transforming my den once again I found it, empty as when given yet a smile formed and I enjoyed a few seconds of reliving pleasure I had from her service Amanda captured my mind with her at time brattish behaviour a slave that had to always be taking down a peg or too and she so enjoyed the attention. My mind drifted then to minion and her absolute horror of breaking any of my rules her need to please and be good was extraordinary except when she perceived any form of insult directed towards me then the teeth and claws came out and pity the dominant or slave that made the remark. Sadly they both needed more from then I could and can offer.

I am married to a wonderful woman that is my perfect match but for her dislike of violence / She asked only three things of me knowing that I was playing not to bring anything home, not to tell her specifics and not to stop loving her even if I left. Now I know some do not understand my code of honour or why I should not just leave as they offered more then my wife does/ Easy I made a vow for better or worse the other part of it I love her and that means to me protecting her that I can only do being with her. So when I say it is important that my slaves are as honest as I am with then that they hold no expectation of vanilla love nor hold any thought that they would be more then the strictest definition of a slave and their lot in life. Offer no more and no less the and evil minded giver of sweet tortures given in the spirit of heightening the experience of their fantasies. I have been offered it all 24/7 gifts and property and have refuse them for the one reason that I was honest and truthful to every slave I am every had.

I know have a males slave and I am training tow Dominants I am thinking ,as the renovations and dungeon building has gone south with the economy, that I might make a few toys so I have redone my den to incorporate a wall of swords ,a small work area and my office I guess I shoule work for Ikea as I seem to fit a lot of things into small areas, hmmm now there is a joke some where in there I think.

At this point of my life I have great memories Joanna gave me my start as my first slave, Amanda gave me her spirit and I loved taming it. minion gave me her heart, her total devotion and in some ways her protection and peace of mind. I would have to say that minion and amanda got by my ice armour to capture part of my heart. I was sad to see them go. Along with the others all contributed to an interesting forty years in the lifestyle sadly I was never able to give them all what they needed I just hope they carry good memories from their experiences with me.

My point is honest and honour are the right ways to go just sometimes it is a bitter pill.

In response to "Thoughts"

Master CLoud, you have stirred up so many ideas in response to your thoughts.

I was raised by my grandparents. Thus, I was, and am still, often more at home in GK Chesterton's England than in Canada of today.

In "The Scarlet Pimpernel", when Margueurite says to Sir Percy, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, Sir Percy!" he replies, slowly, carefully, never taking his eyes off her, "This beholder... is enchanted." And I could faint with joy and arousal! I too wish that conversation could be slower, more thoughtful.

I love letters - though I am as guilty as any these days of using email instead, or of telephoning... I wouldn't want to be without these modern conveniences - and perhaps there lies the truth we have lost in this day and age - that they are conveniences.

It is decidedly more convenient to call or email than to write a letter. Finding adequate paper for instance, rather than a stack of post-it notes. And a pen that works, never mind one which enhances penmanship or is a pleasure to hold in the hand. And lord help us when we have to find stamps! It can take months for a letter to finally leave my home!

But I remember my grandparents opening their letters. In the rush to share the news, they would read it aloud to each other first. Then they would each take turns reading it silently, passing it back and forth, reading each other small excerpts, commenting... A long letter could take an entire day to be thus read fully. It sparked conversation for months. And when I do finally take pen to paper these days, I can picture the receiver's reactions... Hear them read it aloud to their spouse, hear the laughter and the conversation it will spark. Yet, sadly, I do not write letters often enough.

Yes, convenience does seem to have become a way of life for us, even in the lifestyle.

This weekend began for me when my Lord arrived to visit with me. He had given me verbal instructions over a bad cell phone connection earlier in the day: I was to be ready for him, naked and waiting in the living room, with candles lit. He was going to give me a warning call when he left his home (yes, he is a generous Lord!).

As an addicted procrastinator, these instructions immediately sent my stomach to a black hole: the apartment wasn't clean enough, I hadn't picked up all the groceries I'd need yet, I had to prepare my body for him, and worse - I wasn't AT home, I was out! My heart was thumping for two hours, dreading that phone call! I made it - with Lady Luck on my side.

I was determined not to be frazzled and panicked when my Lord arrived, so I took a deep breath when I got home and thought carefully about in what order to do the necessary work. First I prepared the living room, set out the candles, then did a quick cleaning of the other rooms, then prepared myself...

When at last I knew the stage was set, I stopped working and began sipping water, deciding to sit quietly, to that when he arrived I would be rested and hydrated. The call came, I lit the candles, and stayed rested and focused till I heard his key turn in the upstairs lock, and which point I knelt, ready for examination.

It was AGONY waiting for him to come in. He is a meticulous man, and he placed all his weekend gear methodically before approaching me. We do not usually begin our time together with a session, this was a first for me in this relationship. He walked silently around me, checking to be sure I was completely naked. I had thought of this and remembered to remove earrings and jewellery.

It felt so MENACING! I hadn't ever before been afraid I would make a mistake, but through the whole session I was on my proverbial toes!

I talk about this session in response to your comments about "peacock doms". My Lord is no peacock. In fact, we laugh about how "vanilla" both of us appear to other members of the bdsm community, and to the polyamorous community. My Lord feels that sometimes these lifestylers don't take him seriously precisely because he doesn't display his leanings. He looks the part of the well-dressed businessman.

And while I am perhaps a bit too free and easy in what information I share, and I try to look attractive, I am quite modest in what I keep covered when out in the world. Most women show more leg and more cleavage than I do and they seem quite comfortable with it. Sure, I'm also an exhibitionist - but not in the vanilla landscape.

As a point of interest, my Lord told me after our session that he came very close to giving me a serious test to pass. He had stood at the doorway and considered ringing my doorbell, if need be, several times.

I would have failed the test. He had ordered me to wait - in the living room. Had I gone and opened the door, he would not have been pleased. I am very thankful that he decided to take a smaller step with me that day!

My Lord is a very careful, deliberate man, something I adore in him. While I am not his slave, I find I yearn to be just that. Perhaps one day I will be ready.

As you know, I am still very young and have much to learn. As you also know, I don't give my consent to much in the vanilla world and hold very strong opinions on a number of topics! But I do feel that I have now met a man who it would be possible for me to obey.

And that's a BIG step.

A thought

Of Pride and Prejudice.

IF any one to say they know me then they would have the understanding that I love old English plays/ I regularly (not as often as I would like to) go to the Shakespeare festival and the Shaw festival, I love the plays such as the ideal husband and pride and prejudice and watch them with a passion when on Television.

One of the reasons I have stopped using messenger and refuse to be a Twitter. I enjoy the letter writing of the plays and of those days, the joy they show at the reception of a letter how they must sit and read with out interruption the contents. Not once do they read but more a few to extract every thought conveyed by the words. Top hats and canes a certain politeness-permeated society. The letter was key to this I feel as it allowed thought to be expressed and transmitted not just reactive conversation but clear understanding through study and interpretation. If you received a letter it was treated as a treasure informing you of events, thoughts, feelings. It conveyed or transported the writer of the letter and their ideals to be in your presence and you read and studied every word and phrase. Then after thought you replied with the expressions of emotions that had been stirred by the content of the letter.

Now we must dash off an email send a text or twit. Knowledge of every little event must be known to the list of friends in seconds so they can dash off a hasty reply before anyone else on the list of recipients. I find in this little depth of thought. Heaven forbid that we take time to think no we must send within seconds or we are a bad friend for not dropping everything a nd quickly come up with the perfect response in seconds to a request.

I think it falls back to one thing Protocols and how much should you expose of your self to friends or the public. Yes I know a lifestyle based on slavery as a sexuality there is going to be a lot of exposure I mean perhaps the allure for me was and still is in the closet. The idea of taking a successful elegant woman and stripping her down to a naked slave for me is a thought carried great strength for me! Just as having a weak character throw themselves at me saying I will do anything just take care of me take all control for me does not intrigue me as much. I enjoyed the days of hanky codes and the people that possessed the strength to go to a club with a hanky describing their desires through the colour and placement of a hankie is far more inviting to me then those that use the lifestyle as a fashion statement or trend of the in crowd. I feel the strength of the lifestyle and of the people in it has been water down by the lack of protocols and how fast things happen with out thought behind them.

I was one that at first was happy for great acceptability and openness of the new order but now after I have seen what it has produces I would have to say that I am saddened by it and think the strength and vitality of the community lay in the clandestine and secretive nature it once had. The allure and excitement of it was caused by the strength of the people in it and how hard it was to participate in this form of extremes and sexuality. It is why I do not attend a lot of events nor private parties and tend to be most comfortable in communication with more extreme players as they tend to keep more to themselves as they are still sort of shunned by the fashion lifestylers who wear their desires rather than experience them.

I will not chastise them for doing their little dress up, that is their kink it the just does not hold an allure for me. If a dominant must perform and dress like peacock for the crown some thing is wrong is that not making the dominant a slave to the crowds? The definition of a slave for me always starts with the word “naked” so having one dressed to please their vanity does not sit well with me slaves do not have vanity or are at least not allowed it in my idea of a slave.

I guess I am just getting old it is that time of year where thought journeys more to the past then thoughts of the future and memories of the strong characters that I have had the pleasure of enslaving. So in the sprit of Thanksgiving a note of thanks to those that wore my collar. To those dominants I call friend as we share the same ideals thank you for your strength and commitment to ideals.

A thought

Of Pride and Prejudice.

IF any one to say they know me then they would have the understanding that I love old English plays/ I regularly (not as often as I would like to) go to the Shakespeare festival and the Shaw festival, I love the plays such as the ideal husband and pride and prejudice and watch them with a passion when on Television.

One of the reasons I have stopped using messenger and refuse to be a Twitter. I enjoy the letter writing of the plays and of those days/ Top hats and canes a certain politeness permeated society. The letter was key to this I feel as it allowed thought to be expressed and transmitted not just reactive conversation. If you received a letter it was treated as a treasure informing you of events, thought feelings it conveyed or transported the writer of the letter and their ideals to be in your presence and you read and studied every word and phrase. Then after thought you replied with the expressions of emotions that had been stirred by the content of the letter.

Now we must dash off an email send a text or twit. Knowledge of every little event must be known to the list of friends in seconds so they can dash off a hasty reply before anyone else on the list of recipients.. Heaven forbid that we take time to think no we must send within seconds or we are a bad friend for not dropping everything a nd quickly come up with the perfect response in seconds to a request.

I think it falls back to one thing Protocols and how much should you espouse of your self. Yes I know a lifestyle based on slavery as asexuality there is going to be a lot of exposure I mean perhaps the allure for me was and still is in the closet. The idea of taking a successful elegant woman and stripping her down to a naked slave for you is a thought with great strength for me having a weak character saying I will do anything just take care of me take all control for me does not intrigue me as much. I enjoued the days of hanky codes and the people that possessed the strength to go to a club with a hanky describing their desires through the colour and placement of a hankie is far more inviting to me then those that use the lifestyle as a fashion statement or trend of the in crowd. I feel the strength of the lifestyle and of the people in it has been water down by the lack of protocols and how fast things happen with out thought behind them.

I was one that at first was happy for great acceptability and openness of the new order but now after I have seem what it has produces I would have to say that I am saddened by it and think the strength and vitality of the community lay in the clandestine and secretive nature it once had. The allure and excitement of it was caused by the strength of the people in it and hard it was to participate in this form of extremes and sexuality. It is why I do not attend a lot of events nor private parties and tend to be most comfortable communication with more extreme players as they tend to keep more to themselves as they are still sort of shunned by the fashion lifestylers who wear their desires rather than experience them.

I will not chastise them for doing so that is their kink it the just does not hold an allure for me. If a dominant must perform and dress for the crown some thing is wrong is that not making the dominant a slave to the crowds? The definition of a slave for me always starts with naked so having one dressed t please their vanity does not sit well with me slaves not have vanity or are at least not allowed it in my idea of a slave.

I guess I am just getting old it is that time of year where thought journeys more to the past the thoughts of the future and memories of the strong characters that I have had the pleasure of enslaving. So in the sprit of Thanksgiving a note of thanks to those that wore my collar. To those dominant I call friend as we share the same ideals thank you for your strength and commitment to ideals.

Beginnings

Salutation and Reverence to all,

I am Lord DragonWood and I've been invited by Sir CLoud to post here.

I am new to the Lifestyle, as of two year's ago, and i hope that my experiences will help guide others. Unfortunately, several delays and issues have limited my interaction in the local scene but i hope to remedy this shortly. I am definitely a DOM and currently have two subs under my care that play with me whenever i want, one locally and one in the USA.

New blood you could say

Soon a couple of friends of mine will be contributing their thoughts and views on the lifestyle. I hope it stimulates conversation and new ideas.

They are Lord Dragonwood and his slave. I have known deb the longest she has gone from an arrogant at times bottom to a cordial slave under the tutelage of Lord Dragonwood I look forward to hear her views on this and the methods that Dragonwood used to get her there.

Welcome my friends.

CLoud

Knowledge

Funny in the lifestyle there is the Dominant hidden and mysterious and then there is supposed to be the totally open and exposed slave. They are not suppose to hide their feelings or health from their dominant. Honesty is not quite the same as you can be blatancy honest with out reveal much about your self you just have to answer the question in the right way. I have always aloud questions from my slaves yet never volunteer any information except the obvious.

This works well for me as I find those that know too much complicate simple things. So best for me to be dark and mysterious and the slaves to be an open book as in the past after all they have right to my honesty and my ability to communicate what I can do for them and what need to do for me. They get their tasks and protocols what more does a slave need? Oh some will say they need love but the word love cannot be interpreted as the vanilla love can it. It is not chocolate on Valentines Day it is a good whipping thorns instead of flowers and treating them in the way of their desires not the book form of love for me anyway. A friend Sir always says it was a conflict for him to beat a woman as he was and so was I taught you do not use force on those weaker then yourself ”You do not hit a woman”. Perhaps ion 24/7 love should and does occur but certainly it is unwise in the situation I am in love and too much information on my self I find weakens the role and destroys the relation between Dominant and slave.

CLoud

titles

Is it only in the English language that we take words with perfect meanings and trans mute them into pale images of what they once were? So Master is a high title that gives those in the bdsm world some significance. How can you be a master when you have mastered nothing? They have not spent and eternity studying they have not taken a vanilla and mastered them so that they become the slave. The slave if taken that way would be non consensual and the master a monster by today’s standards.

The slave is not coerced nor forced they give of themselves freely there is no mastering. So why do they call themselves masters? Lack of a better word perhaps fear they will not be seen as they wish to perhaps it is to give a better feeling to their slaves master just does not seem right at least to take by yourself I can accept it if the slave gives it to me says you have master me but to use such titles for my own ego I wonder why you would need it.

The answer for a singular voice

Some one has complained tht I moderate comment and on this blog I have in the past but it seems it crimps some one’s need that I allow comments to be immediately seen. Well then I give all a chance to comment on blogs younger then 14 days that means that if you want not to be moderated make your comment with in fourteen days of my posting as the other others seem to have disappeared from active writing.

SO now for that voice that wishes so desperately to heard you have a window of opportunity. I will still only return the comment why I have time to think on what you said.

Enjoy. Oh a ps I have only deleted one comment that was a spam wanting to know if you would like to fiend and oriental wife hmmm well just in case you do drop me a line I am sure I can find it some where. Oh I deleted one of my blogs also but never a post or serious of posts so both bad and crazy posts are available for all to read no matter if I like them or not.

comments

I did not know that comment areas were only meant for when you agree with the blogger’s view. Silly me, but not the first time. I remember tell a Pro Domme that she sound like a wining brat because she was upset that a sub dare contact her and not book an appointment. When I commented on her blog that the reason he did not book was that he was looking for a dominant not a whining brat she for some reason deleted my comment. I found her a bit preachy for the role of a dominant some one who talked a lot but said little.

I have a bit of an understanding on preaching. In my catholic up bringing I was destined for the priest hood. For the first part of my teenage life I was preached to. So I can tell most of the time when there is a preacher around. I find preachers are scared of discussion and most of the time will blame an opposing view on not having faith. It would seem to me that it is their faith in the words they spew out is where the lack of faith exists. Now I could confront them or bask them directly in a blog or emails but that goes against what I believe. Everyone has the right to do what he or she want as long as it does not affect others. So if you are here for ideas or wish to have dialogue great if you think this blog is the only idea or way of the lifestyle that my thoughts ae the only right one well you are ass. This is good for me not everyone you have to be an adult and choose what you like and discard the rest.

That said leave a comment whether you like what I say or want to argue I moderate comments not to eliminate comments opposite to my thinking but just to make sure there are no spammers. Unlike others that refrain from publishing or delete comments I enjoy others opinion even when they do not match mine.

Words!

N a lifestyle with out written rules or protocols it can be hard to understand what you are supposed to do through the use of words. A dismal way for some as the lifestyle no only perverts everyday things such as wooden spoons we also pervert the vanilla language to suit out purpose. Woe to the novice that cannot interpret what we say as miss-understanding general occurs. Certain words just pop out as dual meanings. The whip is a long device the flogger some what different you do not whip some one with a flogger more flog with a whip. You can see the difference and usually most will understand right away. When I spoke to a sub and she requested the whip her exactly words were master I need the whip. Well she wanted a spanking she ran like hell when I took out the whip. You can get a good whipping with out a whip but you never beat some one with a whip you whip them it is an art form. Another time a young lady was tell me of her hard limits she said I do not play with shit I said OH scat and she started to leave/ I was trying to be informative she took it as the vanilla word states.

This is sort of different sex what is sex in a bdsm relation, when in vanilla life I make lover to a person and the sex act is only a part of it. I make love to their minds their souls I want every part of them to experience orgasm. I never fuck my lovers I make love. Slaves I use sex as another way of degrading them. When you have a cock in your ass there is not other word you should use then you are fucked/ Taking that cock out and shoving it in their mouth means I am degrading you I am reaching for your enjoyment of being humiliated and forcing you to ask me to continue. So as an answer to my friend tha asked about this well best talk this over with your slave or master as to what constitutes sex and can you have a form of sex with others that does not constitute betrayal or cheating.

SO advise those that know do not think it is clear to everyone I just learnt the term predicament bondage is an offshoot of bondage and here I thought it was normal bondage. Novice open up your eyes a bit every word can have two meaning or three or four remember this lifestyle had to hide itself with hankies codes and words for years to pass undetected it is an old habit is not easily broken.

The one rule I set as golden if the student has not learned the teacher has not taught in other words if you are senior in the lifestyle then it is you fault if the novice does not understand best form of teaching to use listen and talking/ One more catch phrase no question is stupid only answers that are not understood are.

CLoud

Look who is begging at my door

Well bob has come back begging to be given another chance. I have sent out what I need from him and now it is up to him to prove himself to me. Yes I know why take him back Most would not.

It is my feeling that slaves will always make mistakes some times those mistakes will harm the dominant’shonour or feelings toward the slave, I am just one of those dominants that can forgive poor behaviour and errors by slaves as long as they pay for their mistakes. I do believe that punishment is a need of every slave. Some times their perception of hard limits and humiliation are tainted by vanilla standards. Thoughts of freedom or getting what they want is too important to them and if things do not go their way their fantasy they stand up and say no. In the strongest fashion yet regret their words almost immediately.

I do think there is times you should never take a slave back but not this time. When a slave leaves a master many times it is because of communications. Some thing triggers the vanilla side of respect and they stand up and say no more. Then realizing they have failed in their slavery they are full of remorse for that failure that they willing give up the hard limits that restricted their service. They fully give control over to the master thus re-gaining their composure and fully give over control to another, which is what bob has done.

The price he will pay will be that his punishment will be before others. That is for dishonouring me he did not ask for release but instead told me no way would he continue. He will get a total of seventy-five strokes unless he errors this week then it will be more. Fifty will be delivered to his ass fifteen to his inner thighs a weak spot for bob and ten to his precious little penis and balls just so he knows who owns them.

Then I will decide if he will be used only as a training tool or as my personal slave. My belief is that there is no such a thing as a trained slave they need the attention, constant supervision and punishment as well as play sessions. Intense some times, draining on the energy of the dominant yes but that is why I am here to control and give the sweet evil torture of pain that they crave, to allow then to serve without their knowledge as to how.

Boggles the mind when you think about things

I train dominants with idea of what my slave side wants a dominant to be. I have been mindful of this but wonder if it can ever be separated. When in dominant role I am told I am strict, evil and nasty. I do not hold with mistakes and punish at the slightest provocation. This of course is how I feel I need to be treated as a slave.

I enjoy being the centre of attention. SO having some one constantly watching to make sure I am behaving is certainly a big part of my slavery. Could be why one of the few role playing I really get into is teacher student. I enjoy CFmn a great deal is I see it also relates to my need for attention as being the only one naked in a room with every one else dressed does sort of make you a focal point. That old nightmare of being naked in school or at work is a dream not a nightmare for me. In this manner there is no mistaken who is the slave. Humiliation play that I inflict especially with male slaves a way of putting myself further above the slave by it’s degrading nature. Equally, when done to me puts me wishing to be the lowest from of slave I can. Humiliation of my male equipment could be compensation for my small penis. A man well hung would enjoy attention due to size not quite the same kind of attention but it is attention.

All aspects of what I show dominants in training from rimming to feet licking all protocols to cp have to do with what I want as a slave. Humiliation robs me of my mental strength, it strips me of my respect and the bondage, ass play and corporal punishment takes away from my physical side.

Two of my strongest fantasies are to be the victim of a slave revolt where some of my former slaves decide to teach me a lesson by switching roles. All that I had done to them comes back to haunt me as their slave. The other is that the dominants that I have trained find out my desire to slave for them and they, at a gathering break me through the ranks. Stripped and marked as a traitor to the cause forced to slave for the group for the rest of my existence. Various variations of this play regularly through my mind.

Since there is no set way nor rules written in stone for the training of a dominant as there is non for the lifestyle, I am not breaking with protocols. Since I training in Dominant mode it is not topping from the bottom but is it a consensual thing am I forcing my views in the hope gaining what I want not their desires. That I find one dominant that lives up to my standards and surpassed them. Is there a dominant that will wish to step out of my shadow by forcing me into theirs, through my submission to them. Perhaps one of my ex-slaves would enjoy watching my humiliation as their spit washes the respect away they once gave to me.

SO if this is really what I want to be a slave to the perfect dominant in my mind then is it time to put away my dominant toys and guise and choose the side that seems to pervade my thoughts constantly.

Boggles the mind when a switch starts to wonder about choosing sides!

CLoud

Oh no it is a switch

It is funny in a lifestyle such as this that we can accept many different kinks except those that switch. Ones tht enjoy both sides of the whip you could say. I have heard when Doming that I am not a true dominant, I have been called a undecided, incomplete A want to be and of course not a real lifestylers. I have experienced perplexing questions such being asked by a slave how could I enjoy being a slave. Which is a question that makes me think about some one’s interest in the lifestyle. If a slave cannot understand the enjoyment of slavery then why is he here?

So in the future let it be known tht I am a switch and my reasons for switching are tht I like it and tht is how I was trained. If you cannot accept that move along and find your self a real dominant that does not know why you enjoy things as they have never tasted the whip or liked a shoe

A rant

It is funny that my name has things in it that either obscure vision or hides the features of what is seen. Like dust or cobwebs on old books disturb only so often for a tad of information. They fog the vision and make it hard to read.

Protocols are meant to to be easy to understand to provide clarity and the proper way to act in a situation for a slave and dominant. Sadly there is not a book of protocols as many as I have said before. IN a lifestyle that preaches on rules and regulations we have no real shared and accepted by all as the base for any lifestyle relation. Funny is it not! I would gues the lifestyle should not even carry that title, as there is nothing shared no rules, no set way of domining. We do not wear the same clothing. What makes this a lifestyle?

I have looked in all those dust, the books on my shelf and do not see an answer. Worse I see in the lifestyle those I wish not to associate with yet I am associated with them as we have similar enjoyments just they took it past consensual. I see those that in vanilla life are so miss-match as the slave intelligence and stature in vanilla life far exceeds their master’s achievements yet they kneel in respect to one that would not be given second thought. There eis no quality control as there is no school for dominants nor are they required to pass a test, they do not even have to taste how it is to be on the other side of the stick. They merely have to create a name that has master in it and looks dominant. Imagine if you could do that in medicine. Doctor Darklight hmmm now knowing that would you let me operate? We do though so really is it a lifestyle or vultures hovering over head of those that seek but cannot find something or some one to respect. To give up control to, to allow to take over the body and mind is the desire so intense ath they will settle for way less then what they would in vanilla life.

I guess it is a lifestyle of those that are willing to let go of their ideals and settle for less. They need domination so badly that they will accept anything as a dominant let alone a master. Ask any male slave above the age of forty and you might find out that this is so very true. They are the ones that call you master in the first email. They say yes my master even thought they are not collared they are a sad lot but I think they are the only part of the lifestyle that have a shared value.

I thing that is why the old stories of the houses in Europe intrigue some of us so much. There was order, rules. Rites of passage and of course protocols for every thing. Even as a Dom functioning in such an environment is far easier then what we call the lifestyle of today. Doms that wear collars slaves that have degrees of service by title a bottom, sub, slave. Would be nice just to return to simpler ways but then I thought I was when I was in the lifestyle. I feel too much vanilla has seeped in too many that could not take the harshness of the lifestyle and have succeeded in watering it down to the pale image that is now the bDSM community. All this to say if I hear one more lifestylers say anything about safe or sane I will puke. Perhaps it might become a new fetish wear I do not know but it is consensual what I do it is not safe , it is not sane by normal standards.

I have had my little rant I am going back to my sabbatical from blogging and will remain silent until of course I have to puke again.
At best a rant

Inner exploration

I have been quiet for a while and will be for at lease two more weeks. call it an education or a finding of oneself call it what you want just want to let every one know that a bear did not get me on my kyacking just need some time .

The first time I was shown how far a slave would go was when I was 19. My girlfriend at the time Joanne and I were camping. WE plated a late night game of strip poker while camping. She had lost so I owned her clothes and best of all the rest of her cloths were in the car in our back pack. So when she said she was thirsty I said in a joking manner go get it . This wild look came over her face and she said Like this I said yes and my journey truly started in Domming. The shock and excitement caused by her going out of the tent naked was the greatest I had since being spanked myself by two older girls I had played strip poker with when I was fifteen.
or sub.
This would be the first time I dommed anyone for an extended period of time. I had to see how far she would go after that. After she had returned she literally jumped me talking a mile a minute about her walk from he tent to the picnic table a short ten feet but to her it was a mile long and could we do more things like that. During a walk through the wilderness I had her remove her top and stroll along in her bra then I had her remove it also. I was drunk with excitement more about the power I had over her then what she was actually doing .I use her wish to be controlled to explore what I could do with her. Spanking,bondage , outdoor bondage all sort of things I did not yet know the name of we did in out sojourns in camping. One of the keys that drew me deeper into the lifestyle was that even though she had great fear of discovery her desires only need a slight push or suggestion and there she was butt naked. I soon found out there are a lot of people out there that cannot do things that they enjoy with the kind push of a Dominant. I have since enjoy their desires to the nth degree.

So little time

A thought many of us have is based that we do not have enough time to enjoy the lifestyle. Yet we are such wasters of time. The incorporation of the lifestyel into our vanilla existence is so easy. Going to a grocery store a mundane hour or two but perhaps the insertion of a butt plug and a can really enhance the journey. The strange feeling as your sub fights to hold it in while being sent on errans . Such as being in aisle 23 adn ask you sub to get butter in aisle 1 . A tack bra use by one of my friends to go to a munch and of course hug everyone that came in the door. Remote controlled vibrators plastic panties diappers are an easy one as you fill the diaper with a substance such as molasses I hope I spelled that right then go shopping as the day goes on the molasses gets a bit sticker and more bothersome to the point that if they were given the permission to do so they woudl rip it off in front of a crowd of people.

For a more visual one could have a sub female of course were a short skirt with larger then normal underwear . Hopefully the friction of the skirt will cause the underwear to work it's way down causing constant re-adjust ment add to this a but plug of ginger and you will have a wiggling and shaking going on what fun.

So truly you never have to have a dull moment waiting for the next session do you.

Swiches too much to do too little time

Yean old post based n my experience take what you will from it.




A new Dom feels many things when first in the lifestyle. Astonishment as to what you can do to someone. The ultimate power you have and hold over the slaves. The excitement you can cause in some one by telling them to kneel let alone the word strip. The want and almost need to dom anything that shows the smallest submissive trait is so strong it is hard not to have twenty slaves when you begin.

A slave when first taste of submission comes to them it is tactile, the feeling of cold floor on your needs. The look of want in the eyes of the possible dominants that want you. The first slap the touch of the cane or whip stimulation almost beyond capacity for you to feel or understand but the need for more is great.

In a switch you must deal with both sets of wants of the dominants and submissive some times almost at the same time. There becomes a fire inside and the feeling that there is not enough time to experience everything. Unfortunately this can cause a vacuum for the switch as the wish to experience pushes opportunities too quickly and we loose sight of what we had too late and we loose them.

The best advice I can offer a switch is slow down and taste everything you are offered but truly taste it. Do not think that it will remain there waiting for you to taste nor think that throwing something in your mouth and with two bites swallow, tastes. That would compare to taking a fine wine in a beer stein.

The speed that one goes through and ultimately disposes of opportunities in the lifestyle might well be in ratio to those left damages or hurt in your wake.

Darkness where best we see the light

Well it was dark and cloudy but as I say Darkness is where best we see the light. I said it many years ago and still believe in the statement. As my friends know my vision is poor but yet in a storm or dark night at least outside shadows come alive and the contrast is different. The harsh daylight blinds what I see well in the night.

Very much like the darkness we hide, at least most of us have to that have vanilla partners or children of any age. Vanilla family or friends the ones we never want o look bad in front of. Their concepts we do not want shattered perhaps the truth is too much to bear for some. No slave wishes his sons or daughters to see him naked on leash begging his master to hit him. No woman wishes her children to see her given away for play or the object of a gang rape fantasy.

Yet, close the lights and let the darkness fall and you have pure thought fantasy not controlled but thoughts of others or the physical laws vanilla desires. So in the dark light do we do see the beast that which is in us all striving for relief! A few hours perhaps minutes but release, to live roles or fantasy to taste the whip then like the vampires disappear before morning’s light.

Like a candle that can hide so easily in the daytime need the night to be shine so do we push the beast back in till next we find relief..

Addictions

A blank page my quill is at the ready yet nothing flows down my arm to appear as written version of my thoughts. Perhaps too many thoughts are ready to be written perhaps there are none to be said.

The wonder drug Lyrica had it’s affect good at fist but the need increases and to achieve the same affect but like other addictions you need more to satisfy the demon.

Like the drug the allure of having a slave has returned and the addiction needs feeding once again. I find so m many are looking for love and marriage using the meat markets for that purpose for that reason. Yes they will tell you anything to get what they want. Now, the question is there a slave out there that will take only what is given and not demand for more!

Fear is a good thing

Man is subject to innumerable pains and sorrows by the very condition of humanity, and yet, as if nature had not sown evils enough in life, we are continually adding grief to grief and aggravating the common calamity by our cruel treatment of one another. (J.A.Froude)

Would seem that Mr Froude would agree with me that we are cruel to each other part of our make up I guess. Why then should we change what we are?

Fear is a good thing in my opinion. Fear has kept the human race going for years without it Lions, Tigers and bears would rule. Fear intensifies our senses and causes the elevation of all sorts of endorphins. Something, which also provides flight for subs and slaves, seems funny does it not to say that we should not use fear in sessions and relations if it intensifies the feelings?


Now as far as cruelty would not stabbing someone with needles, beating them with tack paddles or whipping them till they hang from the chains they have be bound to. They certainly are not signs of love in the vanilla world, which J. A. Froude is a staunch member of, So while his words have the most meaning in that dimension they might well be out of context in the lifestyle.

Nope I think fear has its’ place in the toy bag and like any other toy must be used properly. One of the games you could say that need fear hmmm lets see I think it is called a mind fuck with out fear then it will not work. So I will stand by my words and go further fear greatly enhances emotions in a Master/slave relation. It keeps an edge that cannot be found elsewhere.

Do I want a perfectly trained slave

What is a perfectly trained slave? That answer can only be found in the id of their owner.

As for me I do not believe in the idea of a perfectly trained slave that to me is a doormat. There is no spunk in a doormat; it is like whipping a dead horse. You might gain some pleasure from the beating but the horse will not move nor does it care.

I prefer a stronger character one that does rebel a bit shows some strength, one that is waiting to feel the reins pulled tight and shown once again the strength of the Master. I like a bit of fire I want the need to control those characters to consume my time with them. Yes part of the trip of a Master showing off what they can control. I am not as impressed with the docile slaves scurrying about because there are rules to follow, I want them to scurry about because they fear my disappointment, my anger and my discipline in other words they fear me.

Pure Master orowner is it possible

I believe that pure domination is possible. Pure slavery and Pure owner can exists. I do believe many say they are in it by being in 24/7 relations or by the extreme of their play In my opinion, most who say they are in 24,7 relations really are, just it is not the lifestyle that is the bases.
No slave hands over total control to the dominants as they would, unless they be sold or given as an object. I feel a great many 24/7s cloud the idea with being together as 24/7 bdsm lifestyle rather than they are in a vanilla relation with a lot of kink. So total mental and physical control would be at the top of the list. I would never have to be anything but the owner or Master. Never to show weakness in front of the slave, so as not to give any form of control back to her.. Nor falter and allow the slave a choice of anything. Her vanilla life would disappear, as that is a form of control. Health , business, family and friends would have no concern for her as she would be like the couch or pot that I use. She would serve a purpose and I would care for her as I would any possession that proves itself useful.
Perhaps a week many two I would last as that type of Dominant, but for me that definition is more of a doormat then a slave. I do believe that must be given a controlling interest in all parts of the slave’s life nor should the Dominant show weakness in front of the slave. I just would prefer to be the proprietor of a fine horse then say I own a stool. Perhaps there is another definition of pure Master or Owner.

Pure Dominance

A conversation with a friend delved into the idea of pure slavery. as I sit in my den listening to Medievil Babes I have come to realise this universe doe not allow singular entities to exist. Teh yning an dyang must exist in all parts of our lives. We now have accepted the idea of dark matter in the Universe.

SO if there is true slavery is there true Dominance?

What does it consist of off?

What if.

A friend had mentioned in her blog that one of her fantasies , living 24/7 in a bdsm community had all since been squashed by the reality of vanilla life. Hog wash!

I feel in these days of fluctuating prices a small tract of land could be found and purchased by a group of lifestyles and could be formed into a gated community. Rules would have to be set as per visitors but the rest would be protocol driven. There are other communities that support the nudist lifestyle Why not a group of ten of fifteen couples . Unlike the nudist we would have to exclude children but a house or lodging could be set up for those in the lifestyle with children so the couple could visit with out their children.

I can think of a brochure for it all ready , Page one would have a picture of naked slaves sweeping the streets at the crack of dawn then hurrying home to cook breakfast. Second page would have some slave bein whipped because the eggs were cold again. While a few others wait tied to the fence for their punishment.

I could go on and on but the rest is for you to do.

Desensitization

An old English professor of mine would put emphasis on the object of the preposition. He would say object of the prep and the class would say sition with great strength, He would have loved the word desensitization. He would be one of the few.


I received an email from the humiliation group on fetlife. How do you over come desensitization? Specifically desensitization to humiliation was the main topic. We tend in our lifestyle especially now a days, to concentrate on what we like rather then just taking the right amount we over indulge. We get our desert before we eat our Brussels sprouts. What peeks my interest here is that the Dominants that comment said things such as I wish you lived closer or that it was not being done right worse that what he needs is a great amount. I believe his question was how does he get the same enjoyment he once did and to me those answers would just drive his desensitization further. An old expression you can’t whip a dead horse comes to mind.

Again I see this god complex in some dominants and worse see how little they listen or understand what is being said to them. Perhaps his dominant over indulge him in humiliation perhaps too many joined in , perhaps they did not know how to do it right could be but the cure is to bring him back down to his base give him a rest from it. A friend of mine s sub has a very tuff buttock toward cp. Her Master wisely does not use only one weapon in his attempt to make her fly. He varies from whips to clamps and needles. He varies time place and circumstance. She always finishes most sessions wanting more yet had reach orgasm at least once.

So for me I would remove heavy humiliation from his sessions and replace it with some loving humiliation such as a whisper of him being my little whore as we walked on the street not loud enough for any one to hear but him and perhaps put a little more playfulness into the sessions to give him a little vacation from being the downtrodden. I do wish that Dominants would sit back now and then and take stock of their own humanity rather then think their shit does not smell. When a slave puts us on a pedestal it is one thing when we do it ourselves it is another. When we do it we are setting ourselves and our slaves up for a fall.

Of course my thoughts, my opinion.

Things I won’t do or ask for.

Yes I do love telling anyone who will listen much like the ancient mariner of things I have done and would ike to do to slaves. I have listed rules and regulation my love of protocols, punishment sessions to extend play sessions and also my hard limits.

There are some things I will never ask for.

Permanent marks distinguishing ownership Cloud has been written on many an ass but never branded or tattooed. I love looking at those that carry piercing but have never told or ask a slave to have them done nor have I allowed them to do so in my ownership of them.

I will not be here for ever so to do so is just too much to ask of anyone. I am more impressed by the offering of slavery by some one to me then a mark saying I own them. I do not mark my stereo nor car and would not should I own a dog or cat so what would possess me to ask for such a thing of some one offering me more then any symbol could show.

Piercing for me get in the way of some play I like so nice jewels but do they come in clip on?

Now, for some thing a little more sombre asking for a a death pact. Something I had heard of in books such as the story of O and perhaps a few other stories. If the Master dies the slave commits suicide, Whoa Now I feel I can speak on this because I was asked to make one with a slave a few years ago. I did not refuse at first instead I pointed out she had children she had others depending on her and could not enter into such a pack nor would I ask any one to do so. If anything I want them to go off and tell every one what a great Master I was and boy anyone not trained by Cloud missed out.

There is a reality to the lifestyle we are not born to it as some think those supposed naturals that gave commands minutes after coming out of the womb. I am not a god I am close at times but just do not want to make as many mistakes as they have. I do not wish to control the length of time on this plane of existence merely like to enjoy the time I have and they have on it. The serious side of a slave asking for a death pact is it might be a cry saying they do not really have control over them selves to be a slave and should get help from outside of the lifestyle. I can see the ideal and possibility of living 24/7 but not this type of control this type is well passed a healthy bdsm relationship. My thoughts , my opinion.

Simple rule

In discussion with a few of my friends we came to a conclusion that many share in the lifestyle. Simple politeness is gone from the lifestyle. The etiquette that was instilled in me as a child. Simple things like respect towards one another to keep the world civil, both in the respect of you elders and betters as well as those beneath you. If I was nasty to a waiter in a restaurant because they were a waiter I was reprimanded for it. It did not matter that I was the customer he was doing me a service and I had to be polite.

I expect from a slave politeness but I also give servility to them. They might like being called a dirty f…..k… Bitch some times and I do to help them attain where they want to be. 90% of my interaction with them is quiet and without the vulgarities of vanilla life. SO I have a very simple house rule politeness at all times..

A ponderance on caging

Caging came up in another blog I read and I had a laugh. It made me remember the old rule on leashes. It a slave has a leash on and it hangs free with neither the slave or the dominant holding it it used to mean that person was offering themselves to anyone in the room. Should some one take hold of the leash then they had control over the slave. Since there are no rules in a large book then for me if I caged a slave and left them with no sign stating ownership I feel it would be doing the same as if I let go of a leash. The only thing that would stop me from gong up to a caged slave and having some fun with her is I am a strong believer in protocols, which really are based on common etiquette. I would have no problem if I was told the slave was an offering to all or if I was asked to play.

Ny first public play occurred many years agao and did not have th erules that so many think exist in the lifestyle. Dominants would gather in one room and have a drink while in the other room the slaves stripped and knelt when they entered and waited. Waited not for their Doms but by any dominant in the room. There was no choice except not to show up. SoO it did not matter whether you were in a cage or on a leash whether you like one dominant over the other.
We were just happy to play. Now I see the influence of advertisers show desire as rightful needs we want out perfect ideal and that to me had taken so much fun out of the lifestyle. No spontaneity no fear of what might happen just following a script.

Safe , I don't think so!

Safe is not a word I would ever use in the description of the lifestyle or those in it. I find it is used too often and more as a carrot to entice then anything else. Many years ago when clubs were dark and dank hankie codes were the only way of communicating. In that time there were many combination of where the hankie was and it’s colour which stated what the person was and into. Now I have racked my brain and I do not remember any combination of the above that would tell you some one was safe.

Now I do realize that there is a great trend in the vanilla world to rubberize everything we have to where helmets to ride a bike, our children cannot play tag because it is aggressive and the list goes on and on. I think if you join a football team you know that there is a chance of injury. I do not remember any team stating they were safe. Hockey no, Lacross no anywhere or time there is physical contact of an aggressive nature there is a chance of injury. No one I know of would look me in the eyes and say I play contact sports because I know I am safe from injury.

So for me the word safe should not be used so liberally. The lifestyle is not safe it is an extreme sexual foreplay at the least. It can hurt your body you mentality and your self worth. It is not meant for the weak of mind and should not be water down in anyway to please the trend set in the vanilla world or make it easier for acceptance. Like an extreme sport you have to know the rules and risks going in. This one there are no rules set in stone. I do not believe that there is a save way versus an unsafe way to participate. You cannot rely on another’s experiences to keep you safe. You have to read, go to munches and play parties where you can watch and see. You have to realize that a spanking in a fantasy is one thing and not sitting down for a few days without jumping out of your skin might not be the experience you are looking for. So before asking for twenty tight ones with a cane try a few ass slaps first.

Last tid-bit of this semi rant. YOU whether Dom or slave, submissive or top are making the decision to play you and only you are responsible for your safety. If because some one says they are safe or if you do it this way it is safe does not mean your safety is ensured.

On the other hand

I was at a munch last night, something I had not attended for about a year. I was pleasantly surprised to meet Agdistis there with her new partner. Lovely chatting with a newbbie to the lifestyle to hear her ideas and concepts so nice to see the energy she puts forth being that this is the start of her journey. IT is funny how much the lifestyle had changed and how many degrees have formed. IT is also funny how discoveries are made when sitting talking with others. A new Domme found out how much more her sub would like to go in the service end and staying in role, which she seemed to be quite happy about.

I also sat for a bit with a friend that had split from his Dominant recently. Though he presented himself as being happy marching off to a play party with his toy bag he was not the same talkative lad that would at times tease his Dominant. More like Bob Cratchet after loosing tiny Tim than a man off to have his dark desires realized.

Last a small rant I am sadden to say that I find many of us older ones are letting slip the values that we had held to and defended so hard, because of lack of work ethics , fashion or we are getting tired . I am saddened by the lack of protocols and behaviour accepted.

On the other hand I am glad to see the enthusiasm is present in the new ones to life style and was encourage last night by a few bright hopes and look forward to hearing more about their journey.

Fear

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A lovely sensation at times for a slave or sub Fear is. It brings anticipation, intensity and extreme sensitivity to all around them. It starts all those chemicals and endorphins up in the body. It wets their loins you could say for what will happen next for the slave a bit of fear is a catalyst at times.

Fear in Dominant is unacceptable. The fear of failure, of ridicule or of not pleasing the slave, all fears that can enter into a Dominant soul. All do not belong there. Making excuses so as to avoid confronting them is also unacceptable.

The greatest fear that to me destroys sessions and relations is the fear of injuring. My god you are the ones supposedly in control if you cannot control your fear please do not call yourselves Dominants and above all do not play or own slaves. I grow tired of hearing the whining of Dominants that profess to be strong-minded and in character yet fear decision-making . Do I hit her ten or twelve times best error on the safe side. What a Masterful statement just makes you want to be be ill does it not. Protocols and rules are too much trouble for the new Dominants I feel much easier to allow slaves to decide on their own so the Dominants can have reason to punish. Well I hate to tell you but if you own a slave and feel like whacking her ass till she wet on both sets of her cheeks that is your right as an owner you do not need reason for that nor her permission. You need to buck up a bit stand up straight and realize that being a Dominants is a lot of work if you fear the work or the results best not try as you have failed already.

Please understand this before you contact me to be mentored as a Dominant. If you are a slave best make sure you understand the meaning of the word slave.

What is in a name

I was shocked to hear of a fellow member of the lifestyle a friend from the eighties had pass away a few years ago. His handle was Lord Rope. I never knew of his real name. I cannot write anything on this man except he showed me that laughter is an integral part of the lifestyle. Not a lot sort of sad I cannot say more sad also that I did not know of his passing.


We have handles for many reasons. One being to protect ourselves against the crazies and tho of the moral right. So we are set to hiding our names and identify in darkness. We choose our titles to attract to represent what we try to say about ourselves. We read them allowed to make sure they have the desired effect. The handle identifies us in the lifestyle and what we are. It just never appears in an obituary. So only those close to us or in contact with us know of our existence.

Our handles are also regional I am sure there are many Lord Ropes as well as Clouds around depending on what website and service . My readership has gone down mostly because I remove most of my links from other blogs so now I wonder if in years to come one of my past slaves will wonder what ever happened to Cloud you know the one Loved paddles and belts. Perhaps we should start up an obit page on one of the services maybe even a retirement listing . You know at the age of 60 Cloud retired it was said with the lost of his last tooth the bite had gone out of him! Well hopefully I will be remembered for something else!

Fear of not being remembered is that not everyone to have lived a life behind doors and back rooms no one really ever knowing who you were what you did in life. Just one of the masses that walked on this planet without leaving a foot print.

Clitoral stimulation

an interesting discussion on Fet life about the stimulation of the clitoris through sweet torture such as slaping, tickliing , sucking and biting. Many other have surfced elctrical,and a few more will no doubtly. I am surprise taht a dental probe has not. A lovely little tool with a hook o the end to probe through teeth is an excellent little stimulator. The small pointed end can give you hours of teasing pleasure . I used in on many area of amanda nipples, clit and anus when she tried to refuse her butt plaug it was excellent in showing her why ones anus shoudl be eagarly open for their owner.

There is also bondage the lack of mantion woud make a few of my freinds sad. Having a rope constanlty dragging back and forth on the little bud can cause some to go quite mad with excitement. Or having most of the pressure from your body supported on the rope against that clit almost as good as the Catholic Horse. For fast relief of the itch though I use a little leather strap that stimulates the clit as well as the surrounding area while taking a little longer it is fun to watch as her fingers are slapped as well as her lips on my way to the little bald man in the boat.

How long can you

A blog inspired this question. How long could you last? Now that I have your attention it is not quite about your staying power during sex but a question on you ability to stay within a mindset.

We all say we live the lifestyle when we can or are 24/7 . Really it is only a fraction of the time we are awake. Masters do not make all the decision.for the most part. I have seen many a husband /Master told they are not buying that or going there. Slaves do not sit naked in one position till Master arrives. There are families and vanilla issues to be dealt with in vanilla ways. Plus there is our own personalities .

so how long can you last being in the mindset you have chosen in the lifestyle? Just with your own personality to deal with .

Mine has been about 8 hours as a slave when I was away at camp the rest of the time i has been broken time as the interference of vanilla life and my own personality with out the presence of a strong dominant. As a Dominant most like a week.


CLoud

Release

‘A true lack of writing ….’ As my mentor reminds me.

So much of the journey is experiencing, feeling, and writing it all down. To share, disclose, self actualize, and somehow also embrace it all can quickly become very overwhelming.

However, since I committed to discover, feel, and embrace everything that my dominate nature could evolve into, I also accepted the possibility that what I might find, may not be what I expected ...

So has become the case.

As I have so aggressively dove in and expressed my dominate nature with the many available slave and sub boys at my disposal, I have taken great care to develop my craft (yet, not without lessons along the way…)

In such a short amount of time I have enjoyed many sessions of inflicting pain to their helpless balls and cocks. Watching them as their squirming hips try so desperately to avoid my intent. They all knew what was next, and like lost little boys as they looked up at me from the floor only incentivized me more to quickly strap them up, bound tightly against my flogging board and begin the next round of my pleasure.

Yet, as enjoyable as all of these encounters for me have been, silently, and ever so gently, parts of me not wanting to acknowledge or even accept what I have always perceived as the ‘weaker’ side of nature has also evolved and transcended me into a softer place …

a submissive side, or nature if you will …,

And as I have continued with my sub and slave boys and the intensity of the sessions have increased, this realization of a possible submissive side that might exist inside of me has often come with angst and uncertainty. Hence, my hesitation to write it all down and make it real.

But finally ….

From the time that I first purchased a collar for a slave boy, my dominate side was smug in agreement that yes, this collar would certainly do. However, ever so quietly, a humming soon began as I secretly wanted to ‘know’ what it would feel like around my own neck.

Pushing out those first initial thoughts, I was appalled at myself. How could I even consider to be a responsible Domme if any part of me also might even want to relinquish control, or even consider feeling the same taste of leather as it cut thru the air and land sharply against my slave boys back.

So suddenly, and almost immediately as I reveled in this fleeting thought, an intense energy of such strong sexual arousal went thru me which absolutely knocked me off my feet.

And then I knew. So simply in fact.

It wasn’t about losing something, or giving in to a point of vulnerability of which I can never return. It is about really, really, understanding my own nature in all its complexities, in all its needs, wants and desires.

It was about release.

Yet, another complication. I am not, nor have I ever been sexually attracted to men. I am a lesbian by nature; this realization has always been a part of my life and has never caused me any true angst or confusion of where my emotional and sexual love comes from.

Straight people never say to themselves, ‘gee, I wonder if I’m straight’ …. Well, gay people don’t ask themselves that question either. We know.

So, once acknowledged that the need existed for me to feel the release of my dominate side, the thought of where to safely land and experience this did not exist for me.

Then, as suddenly as the realization that my submissive side existed, and knowing my nature which would never allow any man to dominate me, I knew my release could only come from a woman.

And then she arrived.

In this small, meek little package that under any normal vanilla circumstances I could so easily overpower and break. She stood before me and wanted to know my truth.

To this woman whom in her 50 years has never been exposed to the BDSM lifestyle. I have presented myself naked, on my knees, head bowed, and properly collared. I can not even begin to describe how at that moment, when I was before her, where both my mind and heart landed. But clearly, it was at the foot of the stairs at the entrance of the house I have always wanted to live in.

Amazingly she doesn’t even realize how she controls me … Yet, I know, it is for me in the most delicious way possible… with the love, care and purity of her heart.

‘Teach me’ she says, I need to know who you are, I need to know all of who you are and how we can be that together. And in this what was once just my journey, has become hers. One that I get to see unfold and evolve for her, as my mentor CLoud has seen mine from afar as well…

More for me to write about later as our journey continues …