Pluto Trine Pluto - Been here since 2011 and the end looms near ... only about 6 weeks left. So in honor and tribute to Pluto, I'm doing National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo dot org) and will be gorging and satiating myself on those blissful vowels and consonants of words, words and more words.

LOVVVE my new Gemini Girl! and she's alllll for ME :D  No sharing <3

Met a fabulous studly Aries, a delectably wicked Taurus, and a curious Missy. I love both my Scorpio boys. Can't live without my Gemi partner. I know Pisces swirls his luminescent tail in the deep waters. I am blessed. 

It's the very last of this season's nettles, picked today, applied tomorrow for a certain someone's imminent trajectory to subspace.

I suppose I should state that I'm married. It's not that I'm actively "looking" for anyone, just that I'm open to considering ...

Essentially, my needs are met. Sorta. Definitely not perfect since nothing is perfectly perfect (even Mary Poppins). I'm not wallowing in lack or deprivation; nothing close to that. Just ... you know ... wanting More Than what already Is.

All credits to Angel Messia for his art. Thank you, Evil One.

For Certain Someones, their Freedom is slavery. I am blessed.

Sometimes, we have to be cruel to be kind. I don't take pleasure in this kind of eye-opening, but when it's necessary I have no fear of it and do it for the good. Doesn't make it easier though. Truth is often painful. Yet, isn't it worse to continue on with fallacies?

Sometimes I think that a Domme Academy is in order. I know I'm not the only one.

Urtification is my favorite joy. Nothing like a vase full of stinging nettle stems and canes. The whip, the cane, the flogger, the wheel, the wand - nothing compares as they all fade very quickly but the burning hot sting of nettles lasts up to 24 hours.

We make the bowl we lick from as we wet it.

Such is the nature of being in timespaceplace; we perceiveobservexperience the unmanifest manifesting materially.

"Magic is the beingness behind and within all things." *blink blink*

Pet is so worked up, he doesn't know what to do with himself. LOL! Of course he can't come over for a visit! NO!

OMG! I just got off YIM laughing so hard, I'm giggling hysterically!

So some frat boys want to give a pledge to a Mistress for the weekend. He has to be her slave. Soooo funny! Car kidnap scene, humiliation, sold for a few bucks. Right out of movie land, I swear.

Haven't had such riot in ages! Laughter is so goooood :D

For all the astrologers out there, I'm a 7th House Gemini Sun with 12th House Scorpio Moon and Ascendant. Venus is in Cancer and Mars is in Taurus.

That should do it.

"Possession and ownership, devotion and loyalty, integrity and trust fuel my passions."

My words. One can surmise that submissive slavery is the universe of my fetish-punked heart and soul.

But then, how can I write what I did in the previous entry about Personal Sovereignty? The two are NOT incompatible! *rolls eyes*

The September 14th post at www dot malesubmissionart dot com is very interesting.

There are many truths within it and much obvious emotional, psychological, pain.  I've certainly seen plenty of evidence to not disagree with some of the statements. The ridiculous clique mentality is something I don't resonate with. It's why I don't participate in the local BDSM scene; it's also why many enjoy it.

I will, however, unequivocally state that everyone in BDSM, to whatever and any degree they are involved, is ultimately and truly responsible for themselves. You are the Absolute Sovereign, the True and Sole Owner, of your very own Self. It's because no one else lives inside of your head except your own Beingness. You fill the space as it is.

None of us are powerless beings. In fact, the exact opposite is our Silent Truth: We are far, far, more powerful than we give ourselves credit for. I hope we all fail to reduce ourselves and instead enjoy the process of growing into more-than.

FemDom Sluts ... I get a kick out of the sidebar's advertisement. I've never met a FemDom Slut before. Ever. Have you?
I have, however, known lots of subby sluts, cunt whores, and drivers who'll put their rods in any hole open to them. Literally.

To each their own and I think that's right. We're all kinds of folks, people! I guess.

Note: Wearing a wire mesh cock sleeve negates the violet wand's zipping zap, though it would make for fabulous pics.

Pet will pick stinging nettle canes and we will bring them to Seattle tomorrow when we visit Her. He goes up on the Cross, gets a nice beating, is rubbed up and down roughly with those horrible and wicked nettles, and if he's very lucky She will queen him. I'm rather interested in her Sybian fuck machine, too. 

I know a certain Minion who adores the Cross and wishes he was on it, suffering for me.

What to do, what to do? Slaves who run away should be bound up, locked up and made to suffer appropriately. I can't stop thinking of punishments.

Oh, sure, neglect and banishment were satisfying for a while. But not ultimately so.  I want more than that. And Minion knows I need a whole lot of his suffering for penance.

Just saying what's on my mind.

MINE!
I **yank** that chain and cane your legs and ass until you fall forward and beg for mercy.
Of which I have so little.

Angel of my Shadows, you deserve me.

Keys: CFNM, CBT, Sensation Administration, Deprivation and Denial, Cathartic Release.

I love masochists because I like being a sadist. I love slaves who sit tight and hang on, hold on, cry on. If you have a yen, it's my pleasure to squeeze until it yields its pleasures. You know. A treasure chest. Nothing in life is free and it shouldn't be. Everything has a price. Soreness pays dividends that only you can truly appreciate.

Noooo CM Chat ... it always sticks and is annoying.

EvilSlave wets my mouth and enflames my sensibilities. Why is HellTown so damned far away from me? I hate not having hard flesh underhand and close by. I cry foul!

Pet and I playing with a switch female at her place in Seattle this Thursday.