Positions

I do believe the best position for a male slave is to be hung from the hands. It robs then of their greatest strength their legs it causes them to loose their next strength their arms and it totally exposes their body to the desires of the dominant. Nothing like seeing a male belt whipped in this position as the belt for me causes the right amount of sting and pain and can be used in most safe places leaving a lovely red glow to the skin.

Indecisions

So, chains interesting things they do to look heavy until you have worn then for a while. Then working in them becomes annoying they get heavy they pinch and are in the way. If there is any sort of wood furniture, you must be extremely careful. They cause you to concentrate and more times then not the chains cause you to look silly. So dare I say the word a challenge just one for me is to wear my chains for five days next week. Sort of help to decides which is my stronger side dominant or slave.

IT was pointed out to me that they do not know how to address me or how polite do they have to be with a switch. I realize this is a point of confusion and can cause difficulties. So am going to see just how much submission there is in me. A few years ago, I agree to try being submissive to any and every one. I could not argue I could not swear I had to treat everyone with the respect I would give to a dominants with out exception. It gave me a lot of insight to how opinionated I was and how I manipulated others including dominants to get what I want. I also tried to do what ever was asked of me to the point of being nice to my mother in law. I am glad she did not suggest anything too drastic.

So once more I will try to see it my submission has improve by putting myself under these rules again. I will see hopefully it this is just an erotic fantasy that occurs now and then or if I am more slave then dom. If I am perhaps a breaking through the ranks party where like the old days of the military the accouterments s of office would be stripped away in front of a room of peers dominants then take the punishment from the dominants for pretending all this time to be their equal. Finally, to be given to their slaves for a final punishment for pretending to be better then they. Hmmm wild fantasy eh okay starting today must be nice to every one do anything they ask that is reasonable and hope those that I was really nasty to do not find out what me nasty no never well almost never lol.

Most enjoyable.

I enjoy using a lot of different instruments to spank with. On of my favourite thing is a machete. The slap of cold steel on some ones ass is such an endearing sound. I seem to concentrate so much more on every stroke. I see the twitches in the body I am working on and the fear in the slave oozes out of the slave. Questions that must be running through their mine what if he just turns the blade a little how much damage would it cause? What if he just drops it? Fear such a lovely thing when used properly.

A cold tush

Funny, how when the weather changes! The ease of getting up and not putting on clothes becomes a little more difficult. So I have been told to overcome this so no clothes till noon. Other wise known as slave wear.

nija

I sat down with lots of time and nothing to do so I put together a list of toys that I like the best now as far as play sessions

1. Wood paddles
2. Yardsticks
3. leather paddles
4. Floggers
5. Short leather whips and quirts
6. Canes
7. Whips
8. After that well I will leave the rest to the Dominant (giggles)

Can you tell I am having a slow day! Time to hang aroundin the garage.

nija

Thought s on Humiliation

Humiliation is an art form that many think they have mastered. Humiliation play must produce in the victim a feeling of exposure. The most delicate of details or hidden secrets revealed with inevitability. They can be no escape for the victim whether it is to run or verbally defend. Since I know myself well I will speak from my perspective.

Spitting on some one is is saying that you are so weak however if the one spat upon chased the person down the street that does not show weakness. Put the same person in a room of twenty people spitting on him or in bondage caused a different effect. It says you are controlled and we will do anything we want to. Not being able to defend or chase after them produces the helpless feeling sought after.
Size is another point that many miss. The idea is to draw attention t the penis and balls or breasts for women. While verbal can be fun I know of only one that can get under my skin with verbal discussion of my penis how ever put me in a control area where I cannot escape from with the part exposed to visual evaluation alone with verbal and I am totally brought to the level of being helpless that I have no control of what secrets will be forced out. Just like the slave the whole idea is to reduce the slave or one humiliated to a point of doing what is asked of them including exposing greater secrets giving over more control in a constant escalation.

The last part of humiliation who is doing it? Should a former slave take charge of my humiliation that would be utterly embarrassing there fore I would love it. I also find it very stimulating to be humiliated by those of another race which I do not understand as I am not prejudice they just seem to be able to push my buttons in the right way.

A view through others eyes.

A joke was sent to me it started with What real men are. It listed these wonderful traits that inspired the author of the joke to aspire to many great things. Here it is:

A Real Man
A real man is a woman's best friend. He will
never stand her up and never let her down.
He will reassure her when she feels insecure
and comfort her after a bad day.

He will inspire her to do things she never
thought she could do; to live without fear
and forget regret. He will enable her to
express her deepest emotions and give in to
her most intimate desires. He will make sure
she always feels as though she's the most
beautiful woman in the room and will enable
her to be the most confident, sexy,
seductive, and invincible.

No wait... sorry... I'm thinking of wine.
Never mind.

I thought the punch line would have been a dog actually. Funny how we perceive each other to the point of grouping all men to be less then a glass of wine. I seem to remember many women brning their bras and telling me how much better the world would be if they were in power. I held out hope to see a better place that maybe their understanding of the things would allow them to mother this poor earth back.

Yet power does corrupt even the smallest amount. The statement sof how they would change life and make everyone equal does not show in this joke. IF it was written about real women it first would be chastised in our society as derogatory, belittling females at the least sexist and the author a chauvinist. It would also paint a picture of wine guzzling chauvinist as the norm for all men.

So what have I learned? Humour is another form of bulling power corrupts in a greater ratio in those that did not have then those that had power for a longer time. That no matter how hard one tries to stop the pendulum in the middle it will swing freely to compensate for how far it was on the other side.

When we look though others eyes we see the injustice but when looking through our own eyes we enjoy the power.

Not a rant just a thought, looking through my eyes.

Thoughts on 24/7

Fo LDW and kamala

In a twenty/four seven relation you have two solitudes. Tha slave’s interpertaiona nd the Owners.

The slave will look to the owner for thier desires to be met for as much of the time as they deem possible. If any owner was ever albe to live up to these expectations, they would be wearing a blue body suit with red short and red cape usually answering to anything preceded by the word super. The idea of a slave would put all decision making upon them but balk at the idea that some one else deemed by the owners to do the everyday things and decisions such as the slave themselves.

Imagine getting up every morning and having to decide what underwear to put on then deciding what your slave should wear eat do. Having a robot that you have to program every day would be the extreme o f desires but I am sure that any owner reading this or Dominant whould sit back and say this is what their slave would want total loss of control total absence of responsibility for themselves. All they have to do is do what they are told or accept the punishment.

The Dominant on the other hand while we think of ourselves as just people might well have the extreme idea that once trained that is how they remain never faulting again never causng extra work. We would have perfect households. Food would be ready on the table our slippers at the door when we enter. While at the beginning this might be true later on this will change as the salve feels with more time there should be more play. With out more play the control will be taken back from the dominant in rules not followed arguments poor service insolence and general break down in th eslave Master relationship.

The extrems of both must be discussed and fully exposed. IN that fashion both parties will have been honest and a common grofor slavery and service will be found. It is not for every one! There are many compromises both parties must go through. A concern might be the area of health and some thing as small as diet. If a slave is missing vitamins in their deit yet refuse to eat their veggies lets say even after their doctors a has told them to. Is this an area you want to worry about ? If you force them to even thought they say you have control they will also sit back and say to themselves after looking at those green things on their plate again thinking I am perfect healthy with out those things. Are you stong enough to stare them down and is the slave strong enough or trusting enough that you are doing this for them and not the power trip that you can.

Living up to expectations

Living up to expectations.

It is funny how others will bestow certain actions and beliefs on you. If you are a dominant, you must wear leather pyjamas and never be nice to anyone. If you are a slave well you cannot have thought or rights. I hve seen the stress of expectation change individuals as they strive to meet the expectations of others and not the desires that they have . To please the other they confine themselves in rules protocols or traditions that others have because that is what they think is expected of them.

I do not eat puppies or kittens. I have a vanilla life and as far as I know no police agency is seeking my alter ego the mr hyde part. As fara as being a vampire no I like meat not just the blood. I used to hunt but found ther e to be no sport in hunting anymore as it does not provide equal opportunity for the animal to win. Before anyone jumps upcrying I used and Indian bow which you had to be withint fifteen yards to kill your prey not an easy task by any means as animals are much smarted then we are in the wild. I never hunted bear but one hunted me and I did sit in a tree for close to four hours contemplating whether I could outrun the bear before she left.

Expectations are a projection of desere if you cannot express them in some language then best not participate until you can. So answers yno I am not evil yes I have an evil mind. I am a bit of a sadist and yes a bit of a masochist. I love protocols when done right they produce a sexual tension that raely can be reproduced by other type of play , no I do not need it it is not an expectation. What is an expectation well are you human , have the legal right to make decisions and an open mind well that is what I ecpect.

And really, really I like puppies

A third letter to kamala

My dear sweet kamala,

Did you think that my evil ways and actions grew through a limited education? With Gregorian as my mentor, he exposed me to everything in his view of the lifestyle. The tender side and extreme play by today’s standards Branding, fire play anal torture all sort of things that some would smile at and others as your comment has shown squirm a bit. He was the one that taught me that a Dom or Master is merely a tool to be chosen by and used appropriately by the slave. HE did not believe in submissives but did in switches now do you wish me to continue as I will not shield your eyes or would you like to talk of something else?

CLoud

The door does open

A second letter to kamala.

One would expect the phrase and then a whole new world open but in reality , the green door opened upon two other doors. One od solid wood dark in colour with highly polished brass door knobs and hinges. A fine fellow of a doorman in fully regalia including white gloves. As we approached, he asked of us a question Cloak or collar. Those of us that said whip were ushered into a changing room with attendants dressed in only a tuxedo jacket with tails, Those that did answer with collar were pushed along to wooden steps into a small hall where they undressed were given a collar the number from the basket attached to the collar. They then gave their baskets to the servant at the end of the hall and were asked the colour. The colour ribbon was for the level that there were at.

On the other side we were enjoy food and drink as the slaves scurried about removing our clothes and dressing us for the evening. The uniform of the day was riding pants boots and bare chest and of course the regulation cloak with hood. Then we were ready for the poor charges that awaited us.

The light some one dimmer as we entered a great hall and there was sights to blind out intellect. Naked slaves in a line on their knees waiting to be chosen for the night and if you felt like you took two of them. One tule all slaves had to be played with as much as possible that was the only rule for Dominants.. kamala I will tell you that I was escorted by a women of thirty years to a table for food and refreshments there was a women on the table her legs spread wide with a turkey drumstick protruding from her vagina. I asked my slave why she was there. If was a punishment for eating before her master. Everyone that came to the table was to remove the turkey leg then she had to make a pig sound then you replace the leg once again in her vagina. You can imagine the sport as you could do it as often as you wanted to.

I will leave you with that thought I must run but will write again soon.

CLoud

A letter to kamala

Light that breaks the sleep is not always seen as light but as an annoyance. IT, is the light that is seen in the darkness or is it the light that hides the singular thought and masks it with all the other thoughts and decisions of the day.

A long thought of response for kamala

Kamala has asked to hear of my early days of dark streets and hidden doors. Cloaks with hoods and naked flesh intermingling, as if to say this should be the norm. Rules set in stone by a singular person with a strong will and not lacking in evil thought nor desire. Yes, that old statement of who and whom.They were Doctors and lawyers nurses and gentry of the highest quality all with too much time merely to have sex they needed to go farther to achieve what they wanted. So, they sought out Gregorian as I did. Through invitation and meetings in coffee shops the lifestyle spoken in terms that would hide the very nature of it. Gregorian would grill prospective charges for his house. Once deemed suitable the charge would be invited for a Friday night.

The appointed time was not to be played with many a charge would stand on the corner for hours never to see Gregorian or his house. Once you arrived one of Gregorian’s trusted came out of the shadows and bade you to follow you were instructed not to ask nor question just follow.

Walking along a street you would grace in the daytime and as your eyes darted back and forth for fear of being mugged the trusted would turn quickly in to an unseen doorway if you were not watching them you would miss the move almost as if they counted their steps. Then under a dime light it did appear a large heavy metal green Door.
CLoud

The noise of a wall falling

I have awoken from a self-imposed sleep to find dust and rubble. Nine years of dust and rubble. Wiping my eyes to clear my vision to clear my vision there is still dust and rubble where once stood Pillars and walls of the lifestyle. What caused this? A poor foundation? Perhaps the maintenance was not as actively pursued? All I see is two that survived both sad both cannot console the other nor themselves and we are all at a lost.

When I first entere the private chat room we used to talk like this. We describe both action and emotions. Sadly this was in a time of my youth when things did not change as quickly there was always a warning before and a long time till it was over. I know things must change I just do not accept it as easily and I feel it moves too quickly. Before I go back into my sleep once again, hoping the world will be here when I wake I can only say to the survivors that I wish them both luck in their separate Journeys.

Cloud lies down and turns his head to face the darkness closing his eyes he drifts back into his dreams once again.

Sort of a decision

Well the eleventh has past and it is time to make a decision of some sort, The question being what am I a Dominant, a Switch or a slave. I have through out my like gone between the three as my fantasies go so do I. I would have to say that as a pure dominant I am not happy I never feel satisfied. Perhaps because of my limited time and circumstances I cannot enjoy the full services of a slave, As a switch I satisfied both sides of my desires and could play a lot there was always one side or the other waiting to have some fun but again no great commitment which I feel took away a lot from the times I spent in both roles.

The slave side of me has always been more foninant then the others. I would go into the other roles when bored or between dominants. Using other to perfect what I thought would be a perfect dominant. I have found out that the mean nasty and uncaring dominant just might not be the one I am after, Mentoring has been great and I will continue for not only does it help other become better at what they like it has pointed me in a new direction. That maybe a polite respectful person might make the perfect dominant for me.

So the decision besides the commitments I have made I will shrink away from my cloud profile answering emails once a week and not posting to the Stable or other of the Cloud blogs for the next two months and see if I can last or not as a slave.