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.