.
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.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Saturday, February 21, 2009
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.
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.
Monday, February 9, 2009
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.
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.
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
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
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
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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 …
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 …
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Nipple hygene
Yes Id believe that nipples should be cared for properly. They have a place not only in the world of sensation but of procreation of the species there fore special care must be given to keep the appearance and health of the nipple.
So what I use is a cloth, a nail brush ( the one with a handle much easier to keep your hands out of the way). Cold water (in winter I use snow ) and of course hot water. A good soap and moisturizer. First to make the nipple erect I cool it down with the snow or cold water to achieve it's maximum height. I then grab the breast giving it a good squeeze pushing the nipple out further. At this point I should say that the slave should be secured so the hands and feet cannot move, some have been known to attack the dominants while cleaning, some thing about excited or in pain were excuses used. Then start a good brushing of the nipple and surrounding area five minutes each should do well. Leave one with the soap on and move to the other so really ten minutes for the two.
Rinsing should be done with the cold water first then use the brush again with hot water to make sure all the soap is gone would not want to dry the little darlings out. NOW clothes pegs to stretch them out and allow to dry. To make sure all that nasty water is gone I suggest another good five minute rub down with a very ruff towel makes the nipple stand and surely rids you of any water. Release one of the nipples at a time and no need to be gentle nipples can take a lot.
Moisturizers and creams are up to you but you must work them in well so another good five minute rub down for each nipple. Of course what comes next is up to you add a little lip stick or leave natural I like to reward them at his time if they have been good so I allow them to wear something that will drag across their nipples to re-create the lovely sensation of their dominants care.
Yes some times if they have been naughty before I put on the cream I have sprayed them with alcohol, rubbed lemons on them or covered them in shoe polish and let it dry a bit. There is such a lovely expression o their face when give brush and water and told to clean the nipples of the polish right down to the natural colour.This I find corrects behavior quickly.
I also do this when there is a party and we play twist the nipple. A card game and every one is deal a card odds twist the left and evens twist the right. Jacks twist both Queens use their teeth and the king can do it all with a little goose at the end. After 52 cards the slave is very responsive to any touch of her nipples so responds quickly to commands.
Male slave can follow the same process but it is a little longer as there are two nipples one cock and two balls. IF you do it well the male will not want anything to do with arousal for a little while but of course you know what is best for him do you not.
So what I use is a cloth, a nail brush ( the one with a handle much easier to keep your hands out of the way). Cold water (in winter I use snow ) and of course hot water. A good soap and moisturizer. First to make the nipple erect I cool it down with the snow or cold water to achieve it's maximum height. I then grab the breast giving it a good squeeze pushing the nipple out further. At this point I should say that the slave should be secured so the hands and feet cannot move, some have been known to attack the dominants while cleaning, some thing about excited or in pain were excuses used. Then start a good brushing of the nipple and surrounding area five minutes each should do well. Leave one with the soap on and move to the other so really ten minutes for the two.
Rinsing should be done with the cold water first then use the brush again with hot water to make sure all the soap is gone would not want to dry the little darlings out. NOW clothes pegs to stretch them out and allow to dry. To make sure all that nasty water is gone I suggest another good five minute rub down with a very ruff towel makes the nipple stand and surely rids you of any water. Release one of the nipples at a time and no need to be gentle nipples can take a lot.
Moisturizers and creams are up to you but you must work them in well so another good five minute rub down for each nipple. Of course what comes next is up to you add a little lip stick or leave natural I like to reward them at his time if they have been good so I allow them to wear something that will drag across their nipples to re-create the lovely sensation of their dominants care.
Yes some times if they have been naughty before I put on the cream I have sprayed them with alcohol, rubbed lemons on them or covered them in shoe polish and let it dry a bit. There is such a lovely expression o their face when give brush and water and told to clean the nipples of the polish right down to the natural colour.This I find corrects behavior quickly.
I also do this when there is a party and we play twist the nipple. A card game and every one is deal a card odds twist the left and evens twist the right. Jacks twist both Queens use their teeth and the king can do it all with a little goose at the end. After 52 cards the slave is very responsive to any touch of her nipples so responds quickly to commands.
Male slave can follow the same process but it is a little longer as there are two nipples one cock and two balls. IF you do it well the male will not want anything to do with arousal for a little while but of course you know what is best for him do you not.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Fear of role
Fear the greatest weapon in Dominant’s hands could also be the greatest draw back. Dominant fear also my little pets if they do not they are called monsters and usually are put away when found in some dark recess. Fear guides the Dominant’s hand to know when it is too much and too little. We do not like to disappoint though so many after a session will say I could have lasted longer if we did what slaves wanted, some of us would be arrested or visiting our slaves in the hospital. There is the fear of going too far and enjoying the sensation too much. The fear of just going too far and of causing permanent damage to the slave. I was always told to leave the table wanting a bit more and that is how I try to treat my slaves. These fears guide us and I would say that anyone with intelligence in the lifestyle has figured these out.
There is another fear more for the old guard rather then switches that is the taste of the other side. What does it feel like? The slave might wonder how does it feel to whip and the dominant might desire the taste of the lash. Old school has a hard time crossing over or back and forth they are a bit ridged.
In my opinion, you master your self when you have mastered the desire or the ability to pass between worlds.
I guess the only fear left then is do you want to come back.
There is another fear more for the old guard rather then switches that is the taste of the other side. What does it feel like? The slave might wonder how does it feel to whip and the dominant might desire the taste of the lash. Old school has a hard time crossing over or back and forth they are a bit ridged.
In my opinion, you master your self when you have mastered the desire or the ability to pass between worlds.
I guess the only fear left then is do you want to come back.
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