A rant

It is funny that my name has things in it that either obscure vision or hides the features of what is seen. Like dust or cobwebs on old books disturb only so often for a tad of information. They fog the vision and make it hard to read.

Protocols are meant to to be easy to understand to provide clarity and the proper way to act in a situation for a slave and dominant. Sadly there is not a book of protocols as many as I have said before. IN a lifestyle that preaches on rules and regulations we have no real shared and accepted by all as the base for any lifestyle relation. Funny is it not! I would gues the lifestyle should not even carry that title, as there is nothing shared no rules, no set way of domining. We do not wear the same clothing. What makes this a lifestyle?

I have looked in all those dust, the books on my shelf and do not see an answer. Worse I see in the lifestyle those I wish not to associate with yet I am associated with them as we have similar enjoyments just they took it past consensual. I see those that in vanilla life are so miss-match as the slave intelligence and stature in vanilla life far exceeds their master’s achievements yet they kneel in respect to one that would not be given second thought. There eis no quality control as there is no school for dominants nor are they required to pass a test, they do not even have to taste how it is to be on the other side of the stick. They merely have to create a name that has master in it and looks dominant. Imagine if you could do that in medicine. Doctor Darklight hmmm now knowing that would you let me operate? We do though so really is it a lifestyle or vultures hovering over head of those that seek but cannot find something or some one to respect. To give up control to, to allow to take over the body and mind is the desire so intense ath they will settle for way less then what they would in vanilla life.

I guess it is a lifestyle of those that are willing to let go of their ideals and settle for less. They need domination so badly that they will accept anything as a dominant let alone a master. Ask any male slave above the age of forty and you might find out that this is so very true. They are the ones that call you master in the first email. They say yes my master even thought they are not collared they are a sad lot but I think they are the only part of the lifestyle that have a shared value.

I thing that is why the old stories of the houses in Europe intrigue some of us so much. There was order, rules. Rites of passage and of course protocols for every thing. Even as a Dom functioning in such an environment is far easier then what we call the lifestyle of today. Doms that wear collars slaves that have degrees of service by title a bottom, sub, slave. Would be nice just to return to simpler ways but then I thought I was when I was in the lifestyle. I feel too much vanilla has seeped in too many that could not take the harshness of the lifestyle and have succeeded in watering it down to the pale image that is now the bDSM community. All this to say if I hear one more lifestylers say anything about safe or sane I will puke. Perhaps it might become a new fetish wear I do not know but it is consensual what I do it is not safe , it is not sane by normal standards.

I have had my little rant I am going back to my sabbatical from blogging and will remain silent until of course I have to puke again.
At best a rant

Inner exploration

I have been quiet for a while and will be for at lease two more weeks. call it an education or a finding of oneself call it what you want just want to let every one know that a bear did not get me on my kyacking just need some time .

The first time I was shown how far a slave would go was when I was 19. My girlfriend at the time Joanne and I were camping. WE plated a late night game of strip poker while camping. She had lost so I owned her clothes and best of all the rest of her cloths were in the car in our back pack. So when she said she was thirsty I said in a joking manner go get it . This wild look came over her face and she said Like this I said yes and my journey truly started in Domming. The shock and excitement caused by her going out of the tent naked was the greatest I had since being spanked myself by two older girls I had played strip poker with when I was fifteen.
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This would be the first time I dommed anyone for an extended period of time. I had to see how far she would go after that. After she had returned she literally jumped me talking a mile a minute about her walk from he tent to the picnic table a short ten feet but to her it was a mile long and could we do more things like that. During a walk through the wilderness I had her remove her top and stroll along in her bra then I had her remove it also. I was drunk with excitement more about the power I had over her then what she was actually doing .I use her wish to be controlled to explore what I could do with her. Spanking,bondage , outdoor bondage all sort of things I did not yet know the name of we did in out sojourns in camping. One of the keys that drew me deeper into the lifestyle was that even though she had great fear of discovery her desires only need a slight push or suggestion and there she was butt naked. I soon found out there are a lot of people out there that cannot do things that they enjoy with the kind push of a Dominant. I have since enjoy their desires to the nth degree.

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!