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

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.

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.

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.

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!

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.