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.