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A new year s upon us and I am left here to sit and wonder. Life is funny that way. After recently being asked about my views of submission I cant help but wonder where some have gained their knowledge and experiences. I was asked simply if I believed submission was a gift that only a submissive could give. Ex. It cannot be taken from a submissive. My personal beliefs are that it is a gift. My basis for this belief follows under one of my first rules safe sane and consensual. To force someone to submit does not mean you have gained submission and therefore you have also violated the ssc rule. Submission in its fullest is the giving of ones self to anothers will noy bevause you have to but because you fully desire to please You Dom/Domme. While you may not always like the task at hand it is also to be recognized that it is about the task but the end all result of a very pleased Top.
He was rather ammused with my answer but being the smart gentleman that he was had a rebuttle for answer. But by saying so does that limit the Dom/Domme from claiming what is theirs. I just had to smile. Myself being a person who enjoys a little bit of a forceful hand had a quick rebuttle. No that being said that does not mean that a Dom/Domme cannot claim what is rightfully theirs it just means that they should nor their submissive well enough to judge that what they are doing is okay with their partner. That comes to a common understanding and communication. But that being said no means no. In vanilla and bdsm. There is no difference. So as long as one is noy violating the safe sane concensual rule there should not be problems. Ultimately it is a decision of understanding knowing and reading your partner. Advances that are declined are not ment to hurt and there is generally good reasoning behind them. Just remember to be mindful. Well im off my soap box.
Blessed be
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A creature unlike any other
Shes a being of beauty
Of notable stature
Who captivates your eye
And lays wonder in her path
Curiousity would kill
to know of her tricks
Of whips
and chains
and delightful things
How quickly she may ensare
Your sense
Slither round your mind
And claim it as her new home
For she is a creature
no man hath ever met in likeness
Taking all that she sees fit
And leaving the rest in tadders
She is a creature unlike any other
A curse to my soul
For I now feel nothing
For I can love no other.
Body bound and soul forgotten
The horrors I have inflicted.
But she calms the storm
Brings likeness to my eyes
For she is a creature unlike any other
Because I can love no other.
I am hers.
For I can love no other.
Claimed and tainted.
But utterly home. |
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A month ago today a piece of my heart was ripped from my very being... the feeling I felt can never be conveyed in its true form. I lost not only my best friend on that dark day but a ex Domme who I still even at this moment deeply love and who still loved me. Our path was cut short by circumstance beyond our control and the inability for me to go with
her when the time came. It has only been just recently where my heart has begun to start its healing. So after having been faced with one of the most devastating losses of my life thus far. I have begun to put things into a whole new perspective. I want to find love like I found so many years ago with two of the most beautiful beings I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. They were not only my Domme's, they were my lovers friends and most of all my partners. We were a tri force of pure live and energy. While do not expect to ever find that exact connection again I do hope to find a similar one. The first factor being live first and for most and trust secondly. I hope that I may be able to find real true love again |
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I find it ever more interesting the things that people include in their profiles. A long arrayed of lists of things that You do not want as oppossed to what it is You are looking for. Why does it seem to be so hard for individuals to put out exactly what they are looking for and have people go from that. I understand a few absolute no no that are listed but when i read through a profile and it only lists how they hate this dispise that and will not tolerate this with no positivity to it of what they actually are desiring and wanting more then the simple fact that they want a slave/sub/switch/Dom/Domme. Im sorry but im not afraid to say it You sound like a whiny little brat who has been over spoiled all their life and needs a good ass beating (not in a pleasurable way). Okay im off my soap box on another note. Hope everyone has a good night |
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I guess what I don't understand is people ask for more than a few words or cheesy corny pick up lines so you write them a real message spend time actually read through there stuff but nope they can't even respond with a get the fuck on lol damn |
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Passion
As if a women of
Beauty and Indriffence
were to lift and hold his eye
to waken him from the dying life of sleep
and bring him back
back to the flames of dream life
where they are not lovers
no they are not lovers
rather they are being thrilling and burning
as a young man stares at her bare skin
like a moon swung bare and spun crazily in a slow sheen of sweat
the breath of all their captives
are captured in the scrap of his voice
like teeth on her neck
whispering
"call them lovely..." |
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Her mind raced as she lay quiet and still listening with baited breath for the return of clicking heels against cold cement her body shivering at the thought of this beings return. The darkness had crept in. Straining her eyes to make out the room surrounding her. She knew it well. But the room looked so different in the dark. There was a muffled creak of old wooden steps as someone descended the stairs to her helpless body. Her heart racing and a familiar ache began to grow in the pit of her stomach. *Smack* Her body arching against her bindings a groan of pleasure and pain escaping her lips. Right left right the hand was skillful even in the dark. Hitting the same spots over and over making her ass sting and her groans turn to moans and whimpers as the spanking continued. Her ass was on fire and her excitement showing plain as day as it began to trail down her thigh.She broke her body need driving her wild as she tried to find her voice.
"Mistress. ... please...." she gasped out body shaking with want and desire. Hot breath mixed with teeth grazed across her ear as a soft devilish whisper ensnared its way through her mind.
"What are you saying please for my pet? Do you want me to spank you more is that it my pet?" A cool hand running over her already red and warm ass. Down between her thighs eliciting a gasp from her as a small chuckle filled her ears."Mmmmm or does my pet want me to fuck her?" The words ran through her causing her ache to grow even more she moaned nodding eagerly.
"Yes please Mistress please fuck me Mistress" The hand stopped just below her sex as the woman teased her tongue across her captives neck whispering softly as she kissed her pulse.
"Mmmm but what if I don't fuck you my pet? What if I leave you here yearning for me longing for my touch all worked. I kinda like that idea pet" A groan escaping her captives lips elicited a smile from her "Oh my pet does not like that idea well hmmm what if I fuck you till you cant walk. Hmmm make you cum for me till I decide you've had enoug make you beg me to stop. How about that my pet?"
The only response she could find was a deep longing moan her body shaking. The woman laughed stepping behind her pet. Running her hands along her curves and one resting on her hip thw other grabbing a fist full of hair. She ran her toy over her pets eager ready sex teasing slowly pushing in her toy. Cooing and moaning under her control feeling the power run over her as her pet melted before her. Her pet hungery and ravenous for her touch drove her all but wild. Her eyes grew dark as she tightened her grip pulling her pets head back as she slid in with ease her hips pressed against her pet her hand sliding from her pets side to her breast finding her nipple and pinching it hard between her fingers as she began thrusting long and hard her needs coming too the surface. Pushing harder and deeper her pet trembling beneath her. Building her to that edge. She smiled the moans becoming more frantic knowing her pet is dangling on by a thread. She pulled out slapping her clit three times hard. As she whispers in her pets ear.
"And that is why I make the rules my precious little pet." Before walking towards the steps.
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Can someone make a site for the "proffessional" Dommes and pay pigs to go to serious ly nobody wants to see that bull shit about how you need new shoes its called getting a job You lazy fucks. Apparentlynim in a bad mood testy testy |
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Time for another long drawn out thought. My subject being 50 shades of gray. Now i will state thus before continuing. I have never read the books nor do I have a desire to read it. My thought on erotica is why pay for a book about sex when you have millions of forums that will cater to your every fantasy some written by individuals far more talented then most that are famously published authors. But this is not my long drawn out thought my thought is if this book is what has captivated your interest please STOP! Stop what you are doing and reevaluate what you are doing. BDSM is far more than ropes and kinky play. Its a connection that's more erotic than feelings more potent than lust. Its this over whelming ache to please another to be theirs the submissive their slave to desire a connection that with the simplest of looks makes your knees go week. You are theirs Your body Your mind Your soul and Your heart are theirs if You are not willing to give up all of Yourself for Your top please look on a vanilla site for some boyfriend or girlfriend to tie You up because Your motives are completely sexually driven. And to my BDSM fellows grow some balls and tell them to get the fuck out or dont engage because You toying with them is just as bad as them playing these games. That is my thought. Oh and if I offended You im not sorry and I really dont give a fuck. That is all |
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So I have decides to touch on the subject that seems to be oh so hot. "Professional" (I use the term loosely) Domme's and even better yet "pro" submissive's. Or as I like to call them hookers with a title. I get it ladys you work oh so hard for your money ramming toys in your orifices must be oh so difficult or even better yet selling clothing that youve worn. But my personal favorite has to be demanding a tribute to pay attention to some poor fucker that only qants someone to pay attention to him and care about him. But for some reason since daddy told you that you were a little princess youve got it in your heads that you are shit. Well im here to tell you are but not in the sense that you think. Praying on individuals who would do anything for the chance to talk to some pretty girl that otherwise wouldnt pay any attention them is just pathetic and just because yoh put a title on your chest doeant make you anymore than what you are a glorified prostitue. Im sure youll be offended but the term prostitues generally one that exchanges money or possesions of value for sex. Okay my rants over |
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I get the whole slave gorean lifestyle yada yada bullshit but really I cant fathom someone seriously giving up every right an individual has for being a human being I get the their mine property thing I understand that. Though telling someone they are not allowed a safeword or limits in thus kinda lifestyle is not only foolish but extremely dangerous when a lot of play that bdsm involves can be fun it can be extremely dangerous when not done with someone that knows what there doing and is aware of what their partner can take. I heed to anyone that thinks this is okay to pull their head from their arse and realize that this is jot okay before they severely hurt someone. Okay my rant us over |
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Ever get the feeling you may have fucked and that youve made all the wrong decisions.... yeah having one of those moments |
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Life is intriguing it seems when we figure thing out we are handed another scrappy hand from life. I guess that the thing about life that I'm figuring out latest is that it's okay to fold if your cards are going to cost you more than you have to bid. I just am hoping my next hand won't be shitty. On a brighter note I'm looking forward tks seeing the ocean in a little over a month |
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You know I'm going to say this. If your not interested in someone it would be nice to at least send them a message telling them so. That is perfectly fine if you don't think that you and that person would click. But really your going to read someone's message that actually took time to right you other than a few measly words and just be like Op not interested. I mean really how long does it take to say thanks but I'm not interested. |
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I understand that with my look and the way I dress and sometimes act can make people wonder if I am a dude but to really sit there and and demand that an anatomical member is now your possession when I do not even have one makes you look like for lack of a better phrase sucking retarded. I was not born with a cock and balls nor have I acquired one. For fuck sake I realize that at first glance I don't look like a women but I can attest and prove that yes infact I am one I just happen to be very butch. So go learn to read and invest in a visit to the eye doctor cause even though you may be a Domme I just ran intellectual circles round your ass. To the rest of the non retarded members of this site I hope your day has treated you well |
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Lost in darkness but but not alone there are many here in this place we call home. Because lost is a term society has pinned to us for we are not lost just simply home. Home with those who see and know that a desire to give power of ourselves fully and the need to take that power are accepted in full. For we are not lost with our collars tight round our necks side by side with our Mistress or Master. We are home where we belong. So no we are not lost and if you were to gain a taste you would wish you were lost too |
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Why do dominant women feel the need to say they are much more intelligent and all be it better then a submissive? I get the whole kneeling to someone and giving into their power but how does that make you a lesser being? I am very intelligent my intelligence should have nothing to do with the fact of whether or not i desire to kneel before another. I guess it must have to do with forgeting that one kneeling in front of you is not a God given right no it is a gift given to you by your submissive that's more precious then gold. They are willingly giving themselves to you. How does doing that make them lesser then you? You may hold power over them though with out your such. What would you be? A little something to think on |
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I wonder sometimes whether it really is so odd for one to be so dominant and in command in her vanilla life and then once she is safe go to such a far extreme from her vanilla life to when she is safe at home and lets her gaurds down. Relinquishing control of not only her llbody but her soul and mins to not only wanting it but craving it. Is that really so odd? Apparently some think so. There opinions I feel are veiwed with tainted opinions and not taken from whole truths. How do they have the right to tell me what I feel or desire. Maybe my kink is different then yours if that's so then don't judge mine and I won't judge yours. |
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To address recent changes in myself. I have found recently through my growth in life that we as individuals are subject to change. Our body's, minds, desire, wants, likes, and dislikes all change. I believe its just part of being human beings. Though IN my own growth I have found that while I seem dominant in my vanilla life (looks can be very deceiving) When it comes to my hearts desire and my lifestyle here in this dark world I desire nothing more then to relinquish control to someone much stronger then myself. That its is not only a desire but an ache to please to be equally yoked with another. Am I a dope for still believing in real love? Thinking that it does still exist? I pray that I am not wrong. A connection beyond sex and kink that connects our inner energy and lest You see me and I myself see You, Your wants, desires, needs, fears, hopes, and dreams. Eyes are the mirrors to our souls. I open mine for You to see the most vulnerable part of me. I guess when You let someone in that deep its as simple as breathing. I just hop that I can find it. |
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