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