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I especially enjoy women who have come to terms with their submissive desires a bit later in life, in their 30s, 40s, or 50s. While I have no lower age limit I have found that with those below about 30 the age gap is just too great for any sort of social interaction outside of a D/s scene or the boudoir for very long. (That being said, if you are a naughty girl (of any age) in need of correction, I am happy to put you over My knee and paddle and spank your bottom to the crimson color it deserves to be)

And before I go any further I want to make clear that the age stated on my profile is a fib.
When I passed the last decade mark I seemed to disappear* here. (I think that most likely people set 59 or 60 as the upper level of their search parameters)

I am 62 but very active (w/o being obsessive about it).
I bicycle over Twin Peaks twice a week, out to Ft Miley (42nd Ave @ Clement) a couple of times a month.
I have just gone back to SFCity College to learn Taglog and when I compare the recent pictures of myself on here with others my age or younger I am shocked at the difference.
My main picture is quite recent and, being fair complected I have stayed out of the sun for most of My life and lack the wrinkles of most of My peers.
*I have many women friends who have told Me of turning invisible at age 50. I can sympathize but I think you must be hot if you're still on a site like ALT at that age.
I am firm but understanding of the needs of a novice, patient but Dominant enough to help you find the surrender you have fantasized about for so long. I will push you to your limits and help you stretch them. I am successful and respected in My career, and still active with a healthy sex-drive.
I enjoy the company of smart, strong, and accomplished women and understand their need to let go and just surrender to the carnal beast within.I think Ms Woolf says it best:
"The strongest natures, when they are influenced, submit the most unreservedly; it is perhaps a sign of their strength." ~ Virginia Woolf I do not cut and paste messages. If I send you an email it has been created specifically for you. It belongs to you and though I may ask permission to edit it and post it on My journal, it is yours.
I am a lover of words as much as I am of nubile submissives. Though not all are available due to relationships or distance, I am always willing to spin a tale of mutual eroticism. A PLACE OF SAFETY It is My intent, in a D/s or M/s relationship, to create a place of safety, a cell (mental or physical), if you would. A place where the sub or slave can escape and exist in that inner place, that sub-space, where worries may exist, but no longer matter. A place of escape, not given for free but allowed to be purchased with the coin of her service. Though a Sadist I do not abuse or expend My power merely for its own sake. It is used to help her discover, as the sculptor does with his stone, the being that hides within. I always respect limits but always strive to stretch those limitations. I am an artist, currently living alone in SF with plenty of space for intense and exciting play. I am not currently looking for a LTR but am not at all adverse to one should it work out.

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3/21/2014 9:19:26 PM

I went to see Venus in Fur last night at A.C.T. in San Francisco. I highly recommend it if you get a chance.


It uses Sacher-Masoch's book as part of a central theme, as a jumping off point

but then takes a whole new course.

It is sexy and hilarious and full of jokes that people who are into BDSM will get but that I had to elucidate for My lovely but vanilla date*.

The audience seemed to get into it thoroughly. In fact, more so than usual, the choice of footwear of many of the women in the audience was quite telling.
Many stillettos with ankle straps and thigh-high boots.


*Unfortunately, the submissive I've been trying to seduce for some time now had to bow out.

On the plus side, My innocent friend was surprised and intrigued when I revealed My Dominant predilection.
I'm not getting My hopes up but she did ask some searching questions of the sort that I recognize as the type often asked by the sub-curious.
 


10/21/2013 10:50:18 PM

Nature Walk (a story)

 
  Hiking the trail stuffed with a nicely fitted dildo and a butt plug beneath her short Levi cut-offs by itself would have been arousing.
But when the man behind her held the remote control to vibrate either or both of them at once it was taken to a whole new level.
More than once she stopped to lean against a tree as her knees weakened at the feel of the machines pulsing inside her.
She had managed for quite a while to live with the pain of his nipple clamps beneath the plaid shirt tied at her midriff. But as soft as the well worn cotton was, its rubbing against her tender nipples began to wear away at her and after stumbling, distracted by the pain, she had knelt before him and asked to have them removed.
Holding her chin and raising her face to look at him she saw in his sparkling eyes both pleasure at her suffering and a warm compassionate caring.
Bending down he kissed her deeply as he yanked them quickly off. This sent a wave of pain outward from her chest as the blood flowed back into her tortured flesh.
Only the fact that his passionate kiss covered her mouth and his tongue danced around inside it helped her hold back a scream.
Instead, it came out as an animal-like sound, a mix of a groan and a moan.
When he finally stood and released her she saw the effect her submission had had on him. His pants bulged with his aroused cock.
Unconsciously (or not), she licked her lips. Imagining how its velvety skin would feel filling her mouth.
She looked up, silently imploring him to let her please him. She glanced down and back up, her eyes signaling her desire.
He smiled warmly and unbuttoned his shorts, his nice thick cock bouncing out in the cool air beneath the redwoods.
He nodded and she opened and took it deep. Licking. Sucking. Pushing it into the back of her throat.
The sound of her excited mewls, her slurping mouth, and his guttural grunts competed with buzzing insects and the creaking branches high above.
They were alone with Nature. The last humans they had seen had passed them headed the other direction a couple of hours earlier.
She was an excellent submissive, her only thoughts were of the cock she strove to please. Even when he reached into her shirt and pinched her already tender tits it only made her work harder at the task. It hurt, yes. But it just was unimportant.
Serving and giving pleasure was all that mattered in that moment.
"Did you hear a voice?" he asked.
She didn't and shook her head with a negative without losing her oral grip.
"If anyone comes along you will just keep doing what you are doing. Do you understand?"
Again, she nodded while keeping his cock in her mouth.
She still hadn't heard any voices but the idea that someone might come along at any moment filled her imagination. That damned vivid imagination!
She pictured who they might be… a couple… a group of men… men who would slow down and pause as they drank in the sight of her devouring his cock.
She sort of went wild at the thought, working feverishly at the task.
And she imagined a pair… no a group of young women. Laughing women's voices that suddenly grew silent as they saw her kneeling and giving head.
Unlike the men, who said nothing beyond a couple of appreciative grunts, she could picture the women stopping and commenting. At first to each other but soon to her, encouraging her and complimenting him on his good fortune.
And now she wanted someone to come along. She wanted to show off what a good submissive she was, how well she obeyed his every wish.
She felt him harden in her mouth, she could feel the eruption building, she stroked and sucked it quickly, longing to fell and taste his come.

And suddenly he pulled away!

She was worried, had she done something to displease him? 
But he raised her chin again and smiled.
"Don't worry. I just want to wait til we get to camp."
It put her mind and heart, if not her loins, at rest.

"Stand up and turn around."
When she obeyed he removed her day pack and turned her back to face him.
"Take off your clothes."
The thought of disobeying never even occurred to her. She was wearing only the blouse and shorts and a leather g-string that locked at her back and held the dildo and plug inside her.
That stayed on, along with her socks and boots. 
From his pocket he removed a wide leather collar which he buckled around her throat.
If anyone saw her now she would not be just a woman with her man. Her submissive would be clearly declared to all.
It was the first time she had worn it outside of a club in the City.
Turning her around again he folded her clothes and put them into her pack and loaded that onto her shoulders.
But he was not through.
He also pulled her hands to the back and she felt the cool metal of cuffs as he locked them on her wrists.

He turned her back to him and drank in the sight of her surrender. For a moment he thought of pushing her down on the soft moss and mounting her and as if she could read his mind she pictured him doing the same.
From another pocket he took a leash and clicked it onto the d-ring of her collar.
"We have a ways to go before it gets dark." and led her by it up the trail.

5/22/2013 12:47:31 AM

No trick to my losing 54 lbs but here is the process I've gone through to achieve it:


A few years ago I did Atkins for 6 months, the recommended time limit, and lost a bunch but I knew that was unhealthy in the long run so when I decided to diet again (last year I passed the age my mother was when she died of a heart attack) I did some research.
My sister-in-law had lost a lot of weight on the Dukan Diet, sort of a French/better balanced version.
They have extensive explanations and food lists online. They also sell books, DVDs, and coaching but I found the lists and instructions to be adequate.

They also allow an occasional 'indulgent' meal where you eat whatever you want. For the most part I have reserved those for when I go out with friends.
It has an initial strict phase of a few weeks where you are conditioning your metabolism and then it is just mostly cutting out fats and sugars and carbs.
Though it says 'no fats' I allowed myself goat cheese (lower than cow or sheep), olive oil, and peanut oil.
I have kept non-fattening snacks around, i.e., carrots, almonds, non-fat yogurt and milk, and fruit.

Since I already bicycle I added yoga to my routine and find I can now routinely do many poses that I could barely do at first. I have been able top cut back on one of my blood pressure meds.
I have noticed that I am now satisfied with smaller portions and though I walk by a Ben & Jerry's store every day I know that I have fresh fruit and yogurt at home and am barely tempted.
I was a major chocoholic but I am only half-way through my second Lindt dark chocolate

bar since Oct. 1st.

It has taken some self-discipline (not as much fun for a sub as being disciplined by someone else I'm afraid) but it has gotten easier.
I have also realized that I have to treat changing my eating habits like quitting smoking.
We all know people who decide, "I'll only smoke one a day." or "I'll only smoke when I drink." but who inevitably end up chain smoking again.
If I want to keep this weight off I have to monitor it for the rest of my life. I have a young grandson that I want to see grow up, to do that I have to keep at it.


4/11/2013 6:57:18 PM

Another decent article aboud D/s, this time "The Psychology of Submission"


http://www.youbeauty.com/relationships/the-psychology-of-submission?utm_source=taboola&utm_medium=cpc&utm_campaign=TaboolaCPC

 

Not much new there for people who are experienced but plenty for those who are just discovering their own desire to submit.


4/8/2013 9:08:25 AM

Great article on BDSM in The Atlantic magazine today. Writing about Dominatrices it covers, without too much judgement, the world of Femdom and our lifestyle in general.
http://www.theatlantic.com/sexes/archive/2013/04/the-thrilling-messy-lives-of-new-yorks-freelance-dominatrices/274582/


3/21/2013 7:25:49 AM

Teaching vs. Training

I realize that it may seem to be just a semantic difference but I believe that there is a difference between teaching and training a submissive.
A submissive does not need to be taught to be that way. It is what they are, what drives their sexuality, what they need to be complete.
They do, however, need to be trained.
A good Master or Dominant can take her raw submissiveness and mold it, sculpt it into a beautiful and mutually satisfying symbiosis. An exciting and vibrant work of sensual art.
My training consists of three sessions that involve establishing behavioral expectations and things such as terms of address and slave posing, the testing of pain limits, and a taste of some discipline.
My training is never the same because it is based on the individual submissive's behavior, reaction, and response.
And when completed, she has been trained in a way that is flexible enough to please any Dominant, of either sex, that may choose to use her. 
But also in a way so that she can begin to intuit without thinking what will please Me as we move forward.


3/4/2013 8:57:45 PM

My target was to lose 45 lbs by Feb. 28th. I lost 47 by Mar. 1st.

I feel sharper, brighter, and much more energetic. I think I'll keep going.


2/15/2013 11:50:11 PM

I learned today that I have been underestimating my original weight by 6 lbs.
So, instead of having lost 37 lbs I have lost 43!


1/22/2013 9:27:27 PM

So lately I have been receiving a very nice string of compliments. From different people completely unconnected with each other.

Remarks about my behavior and generosity, about my appearance (one particularly expressing surprise at my actual age), about my intelligence and the modest way in which I present it, about my joie de vivre.

Completely unsolicited and even more unexpected, just very nice to hear.


1/13/2013 4:53:25 PM

The secret to happiness revealed:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VO6XEQIsCoM


1/1/2013 8:31:08 PM

¡Feliz Año!

!سنة جديدة سعيدة

Bon Annee!

新年好!

Masaya Bagong Taon! 
ευτυχισμένο το νέο έτος!

с Новым годом!

ปีใหม่มีความสุข!

blwyddyn newydd dda!


12/28/2012 7:47:01 AM

Reached a threshhold this week in my dieting- I've lost 31 lbs since Oct 1st.

Almost no sugar or fat and increased exercise actually WORKS!
(who knew?)

As an avid bicyclist who lives on the top floor of my building, this change makes a huge difference in my energy levels. Add to that my recent undertaking of yoga and I'm a whole new person.
(still a sexual Dominant and Sadist though)


11/5/2012 9:19:12 PM

"Fifty Shades of Grey" clothing for kids?

Buzzfeed takes a look at a plethora of baby gear inspired by the so-called “Mommy porn,” which features the main dashing character of Christian Grey, a domineering sexual powerhouse with a heart of — what else? — gold.

From the pile of mostly homemade offerings:

“9 months ago my mommy read fifty shades of Grey;” “My Mommy pretends Christian Gray is my Daddy;” a play on the nickname given to SPOILER ALERT the couple’s eventual baby with “I’m ‘Lil Blip’, Thank you 50 Shades of Grey;” “Generation Grey;” and our favorite, “i pretend christian grey is my daddy,” complete with a set of darling handcuffs.


 

www.buzzfeed.com/inarelationshipwithpizza/50-shades-of-grey-products-for-children-7shb


10/31/2012 8:47:49 PM

I had a photo banned that ABSOLUTELY should have been.

It was a young girl tying up a young boy, playing the kind of games that many here enjoyed as kids.
I saw only the sweet innocence of the moment, not the hint of child pornography that it also represented. My mind just doesn't go there.

But I apologize to the community here and specifically to whoever reported it.

You were right to do so.
Thanks.


10/10/2012 8:17:52 PM

The effects of the Dukan Diet (a French/more balanced version of Atkins) is remarkable!
I lost 9 lbs in 14 days. (my scale was off by about 10 lbs)
My target is 21 more by March.

 

I already notice the difference when bicycling up San Francisco hills.

 

Between this and yoga I'm getting downright fit!


9/9/2012 12:55:22 AM

About the ninth time his hand slapped against the tight jean-covered behind he thought to himself, "What a perfect ass for spanking." And it was- firm but not too hard, curvy but not too soft.

He knew that beneath the snug denim and panties, her fair skin must be already turning nicely pink.

In the short time that it took for those thoughts to pass across his mind his hand struck twice again, the second impact forcing a soft moan from the lovely woman stretched across his lap.

His hand had begun to tingle, warming his skin and sending a thrilling jolt to his loins. Resting his hand at the cleft at the top of her thighs, he felt the heat that radiated there from the center of her being. Not just from the red skin of her spanked behind but from her aroused womanhood as well.

With his fingertips he gently stroked the exciting curves, savoring the warmth, teasing the inside of her thighs, coming close to touching her jean clad pussy but pulling away, frustrating her growing lust.

Her groan of lament was a song of pure arousal to him.

He started again, his slaps varying in tempo and in force. He tried to remember how many times he had swatted her voluptuous curves but could not. They had agreed on 25 to begin with, 25 on her clothed behind.

"It must be 16." he thought, but he wasn't sure.

Pausing with his hand tantalizingly close her burning valley, in a soft deep voice he asked, "Suzanna, how many was that?"

Her hesitation betrayed her. She had not been counting. "Um, fifteen?"

She decided to err on the side of caution, giving a low estimate in hopes that that would satisfy him.

But they both knew what it meant when she lost count: he would start over.

So she answered, her voice hesitating just a revealing second, "um…14" her inflection rising just at the end as a question and exposing the fact that she had lost track.

"That's wrong. Do you know what that means?"

She knew. She wasn't crazy about it but she knew. "That you have to start over."

"That's right. I have to start over. Maybe this time you'll focus more."

As he spoke his fingers lightly caressed her. Savoring the heat rising from her ass and from the cleft at the top of her thighs.

"I'll tell you what. I'll make you a deal."

"Either I start again and give you the full twenty-five… or, you lower your clothes and I give you 15 on your bare skin."

It wasn't a fair question and he knew it. Her mind was already flushed with endorphins and she was more than a little aroused. Just the thought of it brought new tinglings to her loins.

She'd known before he started that something as intimate as a spanking might lead to something else. But she'd brushed those thoughts aside. And now, as these things are wont to do, they had returned and on an impulse she blurted out, "Okay, I'll take the deal."

He stood her up and though she could not look him in the eye, she moved to unbutton the top of her jeans.

But his hands pushed hers away. "I'll do this. Put your hands behind your back."

She obeyed without hesitation. It just seemed right.

She focused her eyes on a poster on the wall and tried not to think about it as she felt him undo the top button and then the zipper. This he did with agonizing slowness. She sensed him looking up at her but would not meet his gaze.

When it reached its nadir he pulled the top open, back against the bones of her hips and slowly began to peel it down her lags.

Had she done it she'd have just pushed jeans and panties down as one. But that was not his intent.

As the tight jeans rubbed against the tender flesh that had been spanked it hurt and she gasped slightly, bringing an unseen smile to his lips.

He pushed them down to her knees and left them there.

Her alabaster skin turned crimson with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, a site that excited him as well. Instead of pulling her panties down right away he paused, running his hands over that perfect-for-spanking-ass, savoring the heat that came off of it. He slid his fingers, his strong yet soft fingers under her panties and touched her sizzling skin. He gripped both cheeks. Not cruelly but firmly, sending shivers of arousal through her. 

She shook with the sudden sensation and steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder for just a moment before returning it to the small of her back.

With a slowness even more agonizing than with her jeans he began to slide them down the satiny smooth skin if her thighs. This exposed the soft red curls of her pubic hair just inches from his face, a fact of which they were both powerfully aware.

She was very conscious of her arousal though she found it surprising. She had undressed at beaches in front of strangers, undressed in front of and been undressed by lovers countless times. She was comfortable with her body and enjoyed the freedom of nudity. But this was very different. She was naked. Exposed. And thrilled in a way that took her by surprise.

It took every inch his will power to resist burying his face in those tempting curls and thrusting his tongue into her. She probably would not have resisted.

But that was not part of what they had negotiated. All that had been agreed to was a spanking and that was as far as he would go.

Finally, her cotton thong panties reached her jeans, the white cotton darkened faintly by the juices of her excitement.

Taking her hand from his shoulder he used it to guide her back to his lap. He felt the tension created by that short scene flow out of her as her body relaxed into his.

He was tempted but did not begin right away. He took his time, enjoyed the beauty of her curves, tracing his fingers over them. Her skin, though warm to the touch, was only slightly reddened.

Lifting his fingers he noted her tense, as if in anticipation of the blow which must certainly follow. But that was not his style. Instead he lowered them again, this time caressing the backs and insides of her thighs. Coming very close to but never touching her now throbbing pussy.

Several times he repeated this. Lifting his hands, watching her tense, and then not spanking. He knew it must be intensely frustrating for her and he enjoyed it. It was a gentle but powerful torture.

She knew what he was doing and forced herself to stay relaxed when she felt his fingers leave her flesh.

And finally it came.

A HARD, sharp smack that caught all of one cheek and part of its twin. The loud sound filled the room of her condominium, startling her, and sending a jolt of pleasure right to the core of her womanhood.

A soft gasp escaped her lips and made him smile.

The next came almost immediately, startling her. This one concentrated on the opposite cheek.

A third and a fourth followed in rapid succession before he paused.

In the cool air she felt on fire and he watched with pleasure as her fair skin reddened nicely. There was no hiding their shared arousal at this point.

He reached over and guided her hands to the small of her back, holding them there in his larger, stronger grip. It added to her feeling of helplessness and to her arousal.

It was not really necessary, she had no intention of trying to escape. But just as rope or steel on limbs might, it accentuated her role. It felt good.

Without warning, he started again. Striking first the spots he'd already reddened but them next her flanks, her upper thighs, and, after pushing them apart, along the so-sensitive inside.

When he paused, at ten she'd been careful to count, he rested his hand just above the apex of her thighs. He could feel the heat emanating from her pussy and from the now crimson skin.

Below his hand she ached for a touch, opening her thighs even wider in hopes that he might indulge her. He recognized it for what it was but did not take the bait.

"How many has that been?" he asked.

"Ten… sir" she answered softly, adding the honorific just because it seemed right.

Every touch of his fingertips on her scorched skin sent shivers through her, a mix of pain and pleasure blending into one sensation.

Eleven caught her completely by surprise. Not as hard as the earlier ones but with a louder slap. He paced it right across the crevice, the wind from it stirring the hair on her pussy. He smiled as, consciously or unconsciously, rubbed her crotch against his thing.

Twelve and thirteen followed soon after, the latter catching the tender back of her thighs and stealing her breath.

"Only two left…" he said, allowing the thought to sink in before adding, "Unless you think you should get the whole 25 that we originally agreed to."

She tried to clear her thoughts and make a decision. She wasn't sure whether she could take another twelve but then again she was extremely turned on. 

She turned it back on him: "Would you like to do it? Would it excite you?"

Part of the make up of any submissive was the enjoyment they got from giving pleasure to their Dominant partner. If it pleased the Dom or Domme then it was worth doing.

"It already has. Haven't you noticed?"

Only then did she become aware of the erection beneath his jeans that had been pushing into her belly. He was clearly fully hard and erect. It made her happy and she whispered, "please don't stop… as many as you want… just go ahead…"

His left hand gripped her pair tightly, giving her an affectionate squeeze as he commenced again.

Now there was no hesitation, no teasing, no stroking. He paddled her with nice firm strokes.

Her ass was on fire but it was nothing compared to the fire that burned in her soft wetness. She savored the feeling of his hardness against her belly, rubbing against it, as blow after blow fell.

The number was lost in the roseate glow of their shared passion: 20, 25, 30. It no longer mattered.

His hand grew sore but it was nothing compared to the scarlet skin of her ass and thighs.

He was drunk with her beauty, of the perfection of the moment, and of the way she responded to each smack.

She could not stand it anymore, softly she pleaded, "touch me… please touch me…"

He knew what she wanted. What she needed. He was tempted to make her wait even longer, to torture her with her own desire. But this time he did not.

Still holding her tightly he slid his hand up the inside of her thighs until his fingers touched the sopping folds of her hungry pussy. He stroked them, explored them, enjoyed their wetness, and finally, slid his fingers inside, his touch forcing a soft moan from her throat.

He twisted them, spread them, and pushed deeply into her before finding her swollen clit with his thumb. He thrust in with his fingers while stroking that sensitive nub. 

She lifted her hips to meet each thrust of his hand, her breath coming in gasps, as the explosion built up within her.

He was surprised but pleased when finally she gasped out, " may… I… cum…?"

And he answered, his voice as much a command as permission, "Yes, cum now."

If it had not been for the hand gripping hers at her back and the fingers deep within her she would have squirmed off of his lap as she exploded in orgasm after orgasm.

Finally, exhausted, they ended and he released her wrists and pulled her up into his arms and held her snugly as the spasms slowly subsided.

In but a few minutes their friendship had been unalterably changed. Where it might lead neither could say nor did they want to. They savored the power and beauty of her spanking and orgasm.}

 

At least, that is, until he felt her fingers wrap around his denim covered cock and squeeze it gently...

 


8/26/2012 6:47:08 PM

It has been many years since I checked all those boxes on My profile when I first joined CM. I was asked about them and went back through, changing many.
It's not easy, because even if I don't have a special interest in something, I'm willing to try if it excites My partner.
'Water sports' is a perfect example. My ex-wife/sub/slave was into it. I was not.
Even so, I was willing, a few times in the shower, to indulge her.
Other things, like play-piercing, needle and knife play, fall into the same category.


8/17/2012 10:25:03 PM

I just finished watching "The Writer of O", the story of the woman who wrote "The Story of O". Dominique Aury wrote it and is interviewed at length in the movie.
It's available on Netflix.


8/15/2012 10:52:10 PM

I just had an article accepted for Whore! magazine's next issue. It is about Hans Christian Andersen's "The Little Mermaid" which was written as a lament for his unrequited love for another man.

It follows here:

 From Berlioz' Symphonie Fantastique to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata; from pretty much all of the work Frida dedicated to Diego, to uncountable angst-ridden teenage love songs, the theme of Unrequited Love has been a powerful motivating engine for works of art throughout history.

It roils beneath the surface of many writings, sculpture, music, and painting. 

Many so beautiful in their own right that the work transcends the earthy emotion that evoked them, their origins passing unnoticed.

One of these, a story translated into over 50 languages, re-created as a ballet and as an opera, and as several movies and teleplays, is Hans Christian Andersen's "The Little Mermaid." 

Those only familiar with its Disney-fied treatment would be surprised to learn of its origin, that is, as a love letter to Edvard Collin upon hearing of Collins' engagement to a young woman. 

Andersen wrote to Edvard Collin:"I languish for you as for a pretty Calabrian wench... my sentiments for you are those of a woman. The femininity of my nature and our friendship must remain a mystery."

Alas, the completely hetero Collin was repulsed by the thought and cut off all contact with Andersen.

 

In the tale, Andersen's alter-ego, the mermaid suffers horribly in her quest to become human for her Prince. Longing for her prince and an eternal soul, she eventually visits the Sea Witch, who sells her a potion that gives her legs in exchange for her siren's voice, the most intoxicating ever heard. 

The Sea Witch warns that drinking the potion will make her feel as if a sword is being passed through her. But when she recovers she will have two beautiful legs and will be able to dance like no human has ever danced before though it will feel like she is walking on sharp blades that pierce her flesh as if to make her bleed.

 

Despite his clearly stated attraction to both women and men, he appears to have died a virgin, the ache in his heart never salved, every moment a step on the sharp swords of unrequited love.


8/6/2012 11:09:42 PM

A photo walking tour of Kink.com's Armory:
http://acidcow.com/pics/35510-adult-film-sets-at-the-san-francisco-armory-63.html


7/29/2012 11:39:55 PM
Waking

Slowly consciousness steals into your brain, 
       just as the sun pushes aside the dark
 
you become aware of the belt which wrapped your throat all night
and at once it all comes back
 the cruel pain of the clothespins
that first ever pinch of one on your clit
  the stealing of your breath at My command
the hard fucking of your soaked cunt with your dildo
    and the shuddering pain 
as your hand brushed against the pins along your thighs
and on your pussy lips
The sound of My voice
 soft but commanding
confident and unyielding
 directing you, ordering you
             instructing you
Taking you...

And then arousing you 
 bringing you in just a few moments so close
   so very near that pain/pleasure explosion 
that you crave, that you lust for
    but then that voice, your Dom's voice
told you to stop.

And you obeyed, wanting to please Me
 giving Me the power, giving Me your pain 
and giving Me your pleasure
becoming, 
in a way that thrilled Me, 
  My hot little fucktoy, My property

And obeying as I had you add more pins
 answering as I asked you the most personal questions
about your body, 
about how you brought yourself pleasure
That too, that explicit honesty
 excited Me
  and I used that knowledge to add yet more pain to the mix
 
Asking, this one time, 
for you to try and add one more
but allowing, if you must,
 a chance to say, "No Sir, i cannot"
which you almost did 

But My good girl, My sweet slut 
 did not give up, 
continuing until
you found that spot
where that savage intensity could be managed

I could only imagine your look of determination
  of the wincing, of the furrowed brow
      as you obeyed Me
But that was enough to make  
My already hard cock 
swell even more and ache with desire for you

your breath was shallow from the pain
   My pain, My gift to you
and I made you tighten the belt once more
 stealing your oxygen
as I slowly counted and finally telling you to "Stop."

And hearing your whispered, "thank You, Sir..." I smiled

you had earned the reward 
and I told you that you would be allowed to cum at last

And you asked if you could lie down

My voice in your ear
 the glass cock ramming hard into your soaked cunt
   the pain of the clothespins
on your aching nipples, your tender thighs
allowing you to masturbate using the brutal clothespin on your clit

My deep warm voice calling you, "My slut. My fucktoy."
 the rising pleasure 
I could hear it in your voice
 And I shared the same in My own loins

Making you draw it out
 ordering that you take off the harsh pinching pin,
    take off all of them 
as you start to cum
and hearing a gasped, "yes Sir..."

and then, in beastly sounds
from deep within your chest
I heard you cum
   grunting like a barnyard beast
as the orgasm ripped through you
 as the waves of pain from the 
suddenly released flesh followed

whimpers
gasps
grunts
mewling sounds

That is when My thick semen spurted across My belly

And then, as you caught your breath
 My voice 
  now warm and friendly
A verbal hug, a bit of comfort
 after your ordeal

shared laughter, soft words, My proud compliments
a return to normalcy 
Both of us wishing you were wrapped in My arms
 at that moment

But one last time, completely out of the blue
  I had you tighten the belt
taking your breath away once more
 before letting you slip away 
 into the realm of dreams.

I know that there is temptation 
   this morning
to start with a quick cum
 and that the thought must cross your mind
"i know He will punish me but..."

I would have no way of knowing of course
except that we both know
that when I ask,
  you will tell Me the truth

But more importantly,
 you want Me to be pleased by you
by your complete obedience
and so I don't think you will.

I think you'll play with your eager pussy
 but that you'll make yourself stop
before you cum. 
you'll groan in frustration
 but you will obey.

Won't you?


"Good girl."


7/22/2012 12:48:21 AM

Submissive? Perhaps, at least as much as any of us are. 

But far more than that, she loved sex, especially when that sex involved a nice hard cock. She liked all cocks, of that there was no doubt. She liked their feel, their taste, and how they spasmed as they filled her mouth with thick hot seed. She loved them in her pussy. She loved them pushing into the tight muscle of her ass.

She loved that she could get them hard and keep them hard. 

And then she met Him. He was definitely Dominant. He knew what He wanted and how to get it. He liked taking strong, smart women and teaching them to surrender, to let go and be, in that moment, in that scene, obedient sexual beasts.

He spotted her in a crowd and saw within her that which she was unaware of, the potential to be, not just a submissive plaything but His sexual slave. Talking to her, he learned what made her tick, what excited her: adventure, sucking cocks, and a good hard fucking.

Her boyfriend was out of town, he learned, and so she was not getting her preferred amount of sex. That is, a regular, if not daily fucking. He flirted, whispered the things He'd like to do to her: how he'd let her kneel and pleasure Him, how he'd tie her up and just take her. How he'd tease her and make her beg for permission to cum.

And then He just let her imagination do the rest.

 

He was surprised, the first time, when He said He wanted her, and she said, 'yes.' He'd been just teasing but she turned it into an invitation, jumped into her car, and was at His door shortly thereafter.

He was watching as she parked across the street and met her at the door. Following her up the street He admired the form of her long, well-formed legs and shapely ass beneath her short skirt.

Opening the door He let her enter first, followed behind, and the second it clicked behind them, took her by the wrist and used it to spin her around and press her back against the wall.

Filling His fist with her thick hair He yanked her head back and forced His tongue into her eager mouth. Easily He pushed her to her knees- a slight touch was all it took. 

With one hand He fished His already hard cock out of His tight jeans. No words, no command, was necessary. She opened her lips and eagerly took it into her hot, wet mouth.

It was larger than she was used to. Not just longer but wider too. It filled her mouth completely.

The silky smooth skin felt wonderful against her tongue. It tasted musky and masculine and delicious.

She could feel the lips of her pussy opening and she felt flooded with moisture there. 

She focussed all her attention though, on the beautiful cock. She licked and sucked, pushed it deep into her mouth, and fucked it with her throat. It became her entire world and it was all she desired.

"Get your clothes off," He ordered, His voice thick with passion. Without losing focus on His cock she pulled off her short leather jacket, her top, and pushed her skirt and panties past her knees and down her thighs.

His fingers found her small perfect breasts and the very sensitive nipples at their tips. He rolled them in His fingers and slowly pinched them harder and harder.

"Do you feel My pain?" He asked and she answered a muffled 'yes' around His cock. 

"I want you to let it fill you. To draw a line between your cunt and your mouth and let the pain connect them."

She found His commands easy to follow and obeyed. The pain filled her and only made her wetter. He squeezed harder and a jolt of electrical sexuality passed from her nipples to the wet slit at the crux of her thighs.

His voice grew soft…"The pain does not matter… don't fight it. Let it flow through you and fill you… All that matters is My cock, all that matters is giving pleasure…"

His voice was hypnotic, taking the endorphins which flooded her mind from the pain of His fingers, and channelling it into lust. She lived to give pleasure. She lived to suck and lick and make love to His cock.

"I want to tie you up." He said, abruptly pulling His cock from her mouth. He did not see the pout which flashed across her face but she rose and followed Him into the large front room of the studio.

Off in one corner was a prayer bench, similar to many she had knelt on in prayer. It faced the window, the huge window which faced across the parking lot.

Lost in reverie she did not care that her naked body might be visible and followed His guidance and knelt on the maroon velvet. He placed her hands in leather cuffs at the sides of the upper part of the bench and then her ankles were cuffed and attached to the corners, holding her legs open. 

Before her eyes He held up a wide leather collar that had been painted in scarlet with the word SLAVE. Though she was not yet His slave there was something oddly comforting about the idea and she felt… cozy. Yes, that was it: cozy.

He wrapped the thick wide leather around her throat and tightened it. It held her chin up and restricted her movement. Next He produced a soft leather hood. Something that He had made Himself with purple laces.

She grew suddenly very nervous as her vision was taken from her. This was more than she bargained for on their first session. But she also realized that her pussy was dripping with passion.

She let go and relaxed into His captivity.

He clipped a leash to the collar and used it to pull her forward so that her face was even with the front of the upper padding and then secured her in that position. With each added bit of bondage she was made more and more vulnerable and it excited her ways that surprised her.

Her sight stolen she was forced to focus on her other senses: the luxurious smell of the leather, the touch of the velvet on her skin, the leather that wrapper her limbs and her neck.

Suddenly she felt the satin skin of His cock's head against her lips. Eagerly, she opened and tried to capture it with her mouth but He pulled away.

"Only when I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"y-yes," she answered, her voice dry.

"Yes, SIR." He instructed, and she replied correctly.

Again He ran His cock over soft lips, she resisted chasing it, it taking every ounce of her energy to obey. He ran it over her cheeks, under her nose, the heady aroma making her drunk with desire.

"Would you like to suck it?"

"yes, sir."

"Okay, but it comes with a price. Will you pay for the privilege?"

She had no idea what He was talking about but enthusiastically agreed to it. It came in the form of cool metal against her left nipple, the temperature making it suddenly very hard.

But then He released it and her nipple was being crushed by a clamp. Breathing shallowly she let the new pain flow through her, let it take her over.

A second followed, quickly working its cruelty on her right one and drove from within her a soft animal-like moan.

His voice through the leather hood was filled with His lust: "That's a good girl…"

The phrase filled her with pride. She was suddenly very happy to be pleasing Him.

And in a moment she felt again the head of His cock against her lips. Instinctively she opened her mouth but made no effort to go after it this time. It was the right decision and in a moment she was rewarded with His cock pushing into her mouth.

Like a beast possessed she attacked it, vigorously sucking it, pushing it to the back of her throat, and licking up and down its length. The world went away- the cruel clamps on her nipples, the choking collar, the cuffs that denied her the use of her hands or a way to close her thighs. Her world was that cock. She liked the feeling, the absence of thought or distraction.

"I'm going to have to whip you…" He said, His voice full of lust.

Lost in her submissive space the words, the meaning and promised implication didn't really sink in.

"It's your own fault for being so good at sucking cock. The more you do it, the more aroused I get. And the more aroused I get, the more I want to whip you…"

Later, when she would become His slave, His sexual property, this feedback loop would become a regular part of their lovemaking. She would welcome His pain every bit as much as the feel of His lovely cock and take pleasure in both.

But now it was all new. 'A whip?' she thought to herself. It had not been part of what she had imagined before coming here. But it seemed to fit into the scene…

"I want to whip you. I want to whip you and fuck you."

His words were magic to her, inflaming her already aching core. His explicit language, the crude words, and their directness added to her arousal.

"I'm going to whip you now. Do you understand?"

Around his cock she muttered her assent.

His cock was suddenly gone from her mouth, leaving it with a sadly empty feeling. She wanted it back but she also wanted it into in her pussy. And if that meant being whipped, so be it.

She could hear Him moving behind her and despite her best efforts, her body tensed and pulled

against the snug leather bonds. She jumped when He touched her, running His hand along the curve of her shapely back and finding it moist with her arousal. His fingers slipped down through the crack of her ass and into the dripping folds of her labia. His long fingers rammed inside, probing and twisting, filling her and sending shivers of excited pleasure through her body in wave after wave.

The hand went away, leaving her feeling empty, but before she could react her bottom exploded in pain as nine thick leather tails wrapped around the curves of her ass. She yanked hard against the cuffs, rattling the steel that held her tight, but she could not escape. 

A second lash followed almost instantly, sending an electric charge through her body. 

And then the fingers were back, stuffed into her hungry pussy. His thumb found the already swollen nub of her clit, stroking it as His hand twisted inside her. He felt her pushing back against Him, trying to fuck His hand and pulled it away, denying her hunger.

Again the hand was pulled out and the thick leather wrapped twice around her nicely curved ass, stinging even more on her already tender skin. But this time there were no fingers, instead she felt the thick head of His penis pushing into her.

It was overwhelming in its perfection. Long, but not too long, filling her all the way to her cervix. But it was also wide, stretching her inner and outer lips and the walls of her vagina. It was a perfect fit and unlike any other cock she had ever enjoyed.

He stroked it smoothly in and out, sending waves of pleasure through her. She pulled against her cuffs, trying to push back against him but for this she was denied: He pulled nearly all the way out, leaving just the tip of His cock nestled in her lips. When she gave up, He lashed her back once and drove back in. The combination of pain and pleasure was electric.

Again He lashed her and drove into her. And then again. And again.

"See how they blend together? See how the line between pain and pleasure disappears?" He asked.

She was no longer capable of formulating an answer, so lost in the cloud of endorphins was she, but she understood. He was right, she could not tell where one ended and the other began.

His cock disappeared from within her though it did not register at first, in fact not completely until she smelled it and felt it pushing again into her mouth. It reeked of sex, of the smell of His masculinity and the powerful fragrance of her cunt and it tasted delicious: a mix of His pre-cum and her own juices.

Eagerly she attacked it, sucking and licking it voraciously. The cat's nine tails lashed her again, this time the pain only exciting her more and she responded with her mouth.

She felt the whip again and again, each lash making her wetter and wetter and making her work harder to give Him pleasure. She understood that doing so would excite Him into whipping her harder but at that moment, being used for His pleasure was all that mattered.

His cock was again taken away, disappointing her, but was soon pushing inside her vagina again, His whip striking her back and the flanks of her thighs.

She felt a new pressure, a finger or maybe a thumb pushing into the tight ring of her ass. It was almost enough to make her cum and she pushed back as the digit pushed inside.

"Do you like anal sex?" He asked.

Her nod was enthusiastic and clear. Already, on their first encounter, He was taking her to places she never gone and places she only goes with lovers that she's been with for a while.
And it was powerfully intoxicating...

(more to cum)

 


6/2/2012 5:53:45 PM

I love holding a woman in place against a wall or door with My body as one large hand holds her wrists behind her back and the other strips her clothes from her body. Having her naked while I am still clothed accentuates the power dynamic, adds to her feeling of helplessness and submission. I love to use My lips and tongue along her jaw and the side of her neck, to hold her with a firm but gentle grip on her throat and tease her lips with the tip of My tongue, allowing her to kiss Me only by pushing against that hand so that she must trade her desire for her breath. When we are together and when we are apart she sleeps in a collar (that I give her and that has never been worn by another) with her hands cuffed behind her, that in her dreams she is still Mine. Being allowed to suck My cock or give Me pleasure is something that is only bestowed on My 'good girl' when she has earned the privilege. Appeal to you?


5/29/2012 9:19:34 PM

If CM hasn't jaded you completely, have two tissues ready before starting this proposal video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=5_v7QrIW0zY#!

"Is it the look in your eyes,

"Or is it these dancing Jews?"

ROFLMTuchusOff!


5/28/2012 8:53:18 PM

Here's the best video of the Golden Gate Bridge fireworks I've found:
https://vimeo.com/42969389
Truly amazing!


5/28/2012 8:29:08 AM

Naughty French daguerrotypes! Women in bondage, ca. 1890-1900

Over 75 images in all. Click on the images to enlarge, use the > to move to the next image.
http://www.musee-orsay.fr/fr/collections/catalogue-des-oeuvres/notice.html?no_cache=1&ens=1&nnumid=25402


5/27/2012 9:16:01 PM

In answer to an unasked question-
    I do not believe that retribution has a place in a healthy Dom/sub or Master/slave relationship. Punishment? Yes. Revenge? No.
In fact, I think that punishment is as much necessary to assuage the guilt felt by the slave as it is to correct or discipline.
    A spanking, because of its intimate nature: the touch of the punishing hand on soft, rounded skin, warming and reddening and stinging, is I believe, the best form of punishment. It can be applied quickly or slowly, over a few seconds or over many minutes. It creates a bond between the two involved that is unique to our realm, one that those in the vanilla world just don't get.
    And though I usually try to separate punishment from erotic play, in the cuddling and comforting and forgiveness that follows, doing so becomes nigh impossible.
    By contrast, for quick correction or discipline, a few strokes with the cane or lashes with a wide leather belt are preferred by Me.

Both may provoke tears to be softly kissed away, along with any feelings of guilt.


5/22/2012 5:09:45 PM

I took a six month hiatus from CM, in part to mend a broken heart and in part to seek relationships elsewhere.


Though both were successful I miss the flirtatious interaction and lovely play dates with the women I've met here.


I am honest about my age and my energy level (both high) but I'd like to mention that twice recently when people learned I was born in the Year of the Dragon they thought I was 48. That was nice.


I just came across an interesting about Min, the male Egyptian God of fertility. For subs who are dedicated to phallus worship *wink* the hymns it quotes might seem worth memorizing:
http://www.thekeep.org/~kunoichi/kunoichi/themestream/min.html


7/17/2011 8:32:06 PM

Today was Rummage Sale day at Dark Garden and there were a LOT of beautiful bargains. Unfortunately, lacking someone to tightly lace into one, I did not buy anything.



6/19/2011 12:55:38 PM

"Who or what are you tying up?"

It is a question I always ask when I see someone looking at the rope selection at the Haight Street hardware store where I work. It always gets a laugh.

So I was quite surprised when the cute blonde 20-something answered, "uh... me."

"Okay, do you want rope marks or not?"

"not, definitely not." she answered softly. And so I suggested the 1/2" braided nylon.

"How much would you like?"
"i don't know, i was just sent to buy some rope."

I saw what was happening. It is an introductory tactic that I also use- sending the sub out to buy something: clothespins, rope, etc.

"So, are you going to be tied to yourself, or tied to something?"

"that's not up to me," she whispered.

"Okay, in that case I suggest you buy 16'. It's enough to tie you or to be cut into 4 pieces to tie you to a bed." I made My voice as matter-of-fact as possible but her sparkling eyes and blushing cheeks made that, among other things, hard.

I showed her how to tie a quick loop knot that won't tighten and cut off circulation and mentioned a few things about safety, reminding her that the Earth does like to remind us that She's alive in these parts and that a quick escape should always be possible.

 

"Anything else?" I asked. 

"Not yet, but thanks. I'll just have a look around."

 

she waited til I was alone to come up to the register and after ringing her up I wrote down the name of the Knotty Boys and the Citadel, mentioning the latter's monthly youngster nights.

 

"i really want to say 'Thank You' for your help. i can't believe what a very pleasant experience You made this." It was the first time her voice climbed above a whisper.

 

"Always happy to help. Have fun. And be safe." I answered.

 

I love my job and I love My city!


6/13/2011 5:11:01 PM

Very Cool!!

San Francisco 1878, Bird's Eye View lithograph

Click on the zoomable link below the image:
http://www.davidrumsey.com/maps900100-24614.html


6/7/2011 11:28:12 PM

Finding the right man:

 

1. It is important that a man helps you around the house and has a job.

2. It is important that a man makes you laugh.

3. It is important to find a man you can count on and doesn't lie to you.

4. It is important that a man is good in bed and loves making love to you.

5. It is really important that these four men don't know each other.


6/4/2011 5:14:22 PM

On Pain and Painsluts 

 

I ask the novice submissive:

Have you ever been giving a partner head and reached a point where your jaw aches? 

Where it actually hurts but then you look up through your lashes and see the look of unbridled lust on His face and feel in your mouth the passion in His hard and twitching cock and know that at that moment the price of that ache, the price of your suffering, is a small price to pay for His pleasure? 

There is no hesitation, you just keep at it, working for Him to cum and fill your mouth with his thick seed. 

It _is_ very exciting isn't it? That mix of pain and passion and pleasure. But of course you're not really enjoying the pain so much as the sacrifice. 

 

When I decide to tie up a sub or slave so that I can whip or cane her it not just to hurt her or to punish her but because I am excited by the gift of her sacrifice to My lust. she need not enjoy the pain, in fact when she does not but endures it because she knows the power it has over Me, it is intoxicating. 

 

And it is a feedback loop- the more she gives the more I am aroused and the more I am aroused, the more I take. 

 

But the pain is not isolated from O/our feelings from each other or O/our pleasure. 

 

If I had to choose a favorite form of torture it would be bringing a sub to the brink of orgasm and making her beg for release. That, mixed in with a bit of pain, is a wondrous thing to behold. 

 

Under the right circumstances and with the right person it is revealed that very much pain and pleasure are two sides of the same coin. 

Is she, in that case, a painslut? or just a passionate lover who surrenders her self, gives of her pain for the pleasure of another? 

 

btw- in My experience genuine masochists, those for whom the pain itself is a source of arousal, are extremely rare. They do exist, and I've had a few, but they are rather exhausting to play with. For Me it is not how much the sub can take, what her pain threshhold is, but the fact that she is willing to explore those limits and maybe, under the right circumstances, exceed them and find a new world for U/us both


5/27/2011 7:40:42 PM

John Waters on the 10 things you need in a role model:

1. History. You can’t have a one-night-stand role model. No one can become a role model in 24 hours. It helps a lot if you knew them when you were young, so they sort of grow or fester with you, like Johnny Mathis was for me.

2 Be extreme: all my role models have to be. They have to be braver than I’ve ever been. Even to survive success is hard, no matter if it’s widespread success like Johnny Mathis had, or Bobby Boris Pickett, who his whole life just had to sing one song [The Monster Mash]. Today too many people are trying hard to be extreme. For the people I admire it was natural, and they turned it into art.

3 Style. You can have bad style, but you have to have some style. That’s why I wrote about Rei Kawakubo, who reinvented fashion to be damaged and to be everything you hoped it was not when you bought an outfit. And she quadrupled the price. That’s a magic trick.

4 Be alarming – I think that’s important. And it’s different from being shocking. Alarming threatens the very core of your existence, it doesn’t just shock you – but you don’t know why it makes you nervous at first. You know, St Catherine of Siena drank pus for God. That was important to me because I thought: I want to be her, I don’t want to be half-assed! If I was going to be a Catholic, it would have been before the Reformation.

5 Humour. It’s very important to be well-read, but I never understand why people are so sure their partners have to be smart. What kind of smart do they mean? I’m not interested in talking about literature in bed! I like people who can make me laugh. Humour gets you laid, humour gets you hired, humour gets you through life. You don’t get beat up if you can make the person that’s going to beat you up laugh first.

6 Be a troublemaker. All art is troublemaking, because why go through all the trouble of making it if you don’t cause a little stir?

7 Bohemianism. Bohemia saved my life. And by bohemia I mean all sexualities mixed together, and people who do what they do not to get rich – freedom from suburbia. People who want to fit in but don’t are losers. Bohemians are people who don’t fit in because they don’t want to.

8 Originality. Someone unique like Margaret Hamilton, the Wicked Witch of the West, is an easy role model to have. She could fit into any of these categories – her outfit looked like Comme des Garçons, and anybody who could scare children like that… The problem was, I wanted to be her. And as I turn 65, that has sort of come true.

9 Neuroses. I think it helps to be neurotic. Neurotic people always end up being in the arts. If your kid fits in while in high school they’re going to be a dull adult. I still see a few people I went to high school with, but the other ones, when they come up to me I say: “I’m sorry, I took LSD, I don’t remember you.” It works, because then they aren’t offended personally. It’s really just manners.

10 Be a little bit insane. That’s different from neurotic. You can stay home and be neurotic. You have to go out to be insane. You can be a little bit of both, but both need to be joyous. As long as you can find a moment of joy in even your worst behaviour, it’s something to be thankful for.

Couldn't find a flaw or add anything.


5/20/2011 8:23:19 PM

My appearance across from Regis Philbin in 2000:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Pxa_OflmIY

 

My hair is shorter now.


5/10/2011 10:46:01 PM

Roped wrists

 

It is not the ropes which hold her

  It is her soul

It is not by command that she kneels

  It is her place

 

In silence, her submission screams

  Clothed, her needs are made bare

Head bowed, she expresses pride

  On her knees, she stands upright

 

No collar marks this property

  No visible sign of what she is

But in His presence

  There is no doubt

 

In that special mental place where slave girls go

  she cannot suppress her joy

Offered to her One

  A cherished prize for Him 

 

At His word

  she surrenders

At His gesture

  she offers her flesh

At His command

  she worships His body

 

At His wish

  she obeys

Within Him

  she IS



5/7/2011 3:31:12 AM

"I'm fascinated by everything, even the things that don't interest me." ~Alex Trebek


4/13/2011 4:57:25 PM

I may be a Sadist but this sweet song still mists Me up:


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRvhRhWWE44


3/22/2011 9:20:21 PM

10 of the World's Grossest and Weirdest Dildos and Vibrators:

http://www.oddee.com/item_97393.aspx



(I kind of like the Cthulu ones, cute in a Lovecraft sorta way)

3/12/2011 3:39:44 AM

Roped wrists

 

It is not the ropes which hold her

It is her soul

It is not by command that she kneels

It is her place

 

In silence, her submission screams

Clothed, her needs are made bare

Head bowed, she expresses pride

On her knees, she stands upright

 

No collar marks this property

No visible sign of what she is

But in His presence

There is no doubt

In that special mental place where slave girls go

she cannot suppress her joy

Offered to her One

A cherished prize for Him 

 

 

At His word

she surrenders

At His gesture

she offers her flesh

At His command

she worships His body

At His wish

she obeys

 

Within Him

she IS

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


3/10/2011 3:44:03 PM

I have noticed that numerous submissive women here have stated that they feel they may be different because they seek a stable LTR with a M/s or D/s structure.

I realize that they probably don't read other women's profiles but perhaps they should, they might be surprised.

But to all of you- that is not uncommon. Many of U/us have realized that they need a D/s component in their relationships for them to be satisfying and thanks to places like CM it is now possible to seek that in an open and forthright manner.

 

Yes, this place is rife with players and married men who want one nighters or online masturbation material and they have as much right* to use CM for that as W/we others do to find partners.

*As long as anyone is honest about their needs, wants, and desires I believe they should be welcome.

 

And yes, there are a lot of fakes and wannabes but they're pretty transparent and I think they should always be reported using the scam button.

 

As for trolls and whiners- don't bother replying even if they piss you off, just use the Block User button.

 

 


3/2/2011 8:11:53 PM

Happy Dr Seuss Day! He'd be 107 today.

 

Often overlooked in our love of Dr Seuss is Theodor Geisel's parallel career as a political cartoonist.

Check these out: http://www.pbs.org/independentlens/politicaldrseuss/


2/27/2011 1:39:38 PM

Cracked rib+chest cold= NO FUN!


2/26/2011 9:04:25 PM

she was My 'thing.' 

 

(she was also the mother of My child, My wife, and My love) But in matters sexual she was definitely My property, a toy for Me to use however I chose. 

 

When it came to My pleasure and My arousal she was an unthinking, obedient, and very sexy beast. 

When I masturbated I'd call her into the room to swallow My cum and she would thank Me for the honor. 

When I felt like fucking her I had only to select a hole. 

When I wanted her to crawl to Me and ask Me to whip her I had merely to suggest that it might please Me. 

In all other manner she was a person, a therapist and graduate student. she was (and is) smart and vivacious but in those days beneath her clothing she wore a locked chain about her waist and at her very core was a rutting beast that needed My ownership. 

 

In My chains, leather cuffs, or rope, she was whipped and caned and cruelly clamped. 

Paddled until she could not sit without squirming for several days. 

Used by her Sadistic Master for My cruelest lusts without hesitation or complaint. (she had safe words but never used them) 

 

And in that slavish imprisonment she found a freedom that she has never yet been able to find once more. 


2/15/2011 5:20:23 PM

A good Master I believe, does not just rule, does not just use and enjoy, His slave.

He must also know how to climb inside His possession, to become one with her mind as much as her body. 
I learn from every one, what makes her tick, why she needs to be My slave, and what she fears most. 
she becomes the focus of every bit of My experience and skill as I take her deeper and deeper into her own dark dreams.

And she not only serves My sadism, My dominance, My sexual pleasures. she makes Me a better Master, a better partner, and a better person.

I am still, with the exception of one or two which are too recent for all the wounds to have healed, friends with every slave I have ever owned. Almost all, having learned that they are much stronger than they ever believed, have gone on to achieve much in their lives as women, as mothers, and as wives.

The phenomenon that is Facebook has allowed Me to reconnect with several that I had, over time and distance, lost touch with. And though every one is touched at least lightly with regret for what might have been but was not to be, they have an almost universal appreciation for our unique moments together.
One, with whom the break-up almost 30 years ago had been particularly rancorous, I had longed to apologize to but when we spoke I learned that her only memory was of Me putting a clothespin on her clit and fucking her harder than she'd ever been fucked. (and within the confines of a vanilla marriage, still masturbates to the thought of it)

For those out there on CM, Alt, Bondage.com, etc. who are still searching I can empathize with your need to return to the comfort of slavespace. Once she has tasted that sweet oblivion, all other flavors of sex and relationship are bland, tasteless, and frustrating.

So hang in there, get involved in your local leather scene  and get out and meet new people and find your One, His shoes await your tongue.

 

Stonewater


2/14/2011 12:35:59 AM

Happy VD everyone!

In lieu of chocolate I offer you this:

http://failblog.org/epic-fail-photos-the-many-stages-of-valentines-day-fails/



2/10/2011 1:09:55 AM

Youtube trailer for The Women of Devil's Island:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4FLvAvBpI8

 

This naughty little film combines cheesecake with women in peril bits for a story that's just as titillating as it is unnerving. A nice blend of whippings, molestation, lechery, cleavage, long legs and soaking wet costumes. French prostitutes and political prisoners find life on Devil's Island worse than they could ever imagine.

 

The sort of movie that established My adolescent fantasies.


2/8/2011 8:46:26 PM

Google just introduced virtual tours of some of the world's great art museums using the Street View technology.

 

Explore museums from around the world, discover and view hundreds of artworks at incredible zoom levels, and even create and share your own collection of masterpieces.

http://www.googleartproject.com/

 

 


1/22/2011 8:22:22 PM

I think that any time one is between lovers you should listen to Peggy Lee's Is That All There Is?


Here's the long version:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3VscVP_Gt_s


1/6/2011 10:02:53 PM

Send your answer via email, I'll add it here and credit you.

You know you're a San Franciscan when:

 

 


12/25/2010 5:33:03 PM

I recently scanned some pics that were taken in 1979, including My new profile pic which was taken at the top of Montgomery St BART station.

 

That day was a hoot! I spent the afternoon walking around the Financial District while a friend shot reaction shots of the people around me. I love the body language of everyone in this shot.


12/17/2010 11:23:34 AM
I met Clint Eastwood yesterday!

12/4/2010 7:11:50 PM
As testament to My belief in the undying power of love I offer the words of the marriage ceremony I wrote to wed two friends in their 40s on Friday:
(See the preceding entry for a synopsis of their tumultuous relationship)

Marriage of K_ and N_

 

Welcome everyone to the joyous union of N_ and K_. Two people who have overcome many obstacles to find each other in what can often be a cold and cruel world. Two people who can serve as a shining example of the power and persistence of love.

We all know that the real commitment, the joining of their hearts, has already taken place and that this ceremony, in this wonderful building which is filled with the beauty of life, is a mere formality.

 

I, as I am sure all of you do, consider myself fortunate to be present and part of this ceremony, a public declaration and witnessing of that love and unification.

 

We are gathered here, in the presence of witnesses for the purpose of uniting in matrimony, K_ B_ and N_ B_.

Marriage is a most solemn contract and not to be entered into lightly but thoughtfully and seriously with a deep realization of its obligations and responsibilities.

 

N_ and K_, no words of mine or any other person truly marry each of you to the other. That is done when you exchange your promises and commit yourselves to the marriage, to each other, and to the family you will create.

 

By entering into this marriage you are pledging yourselves to a lifetime in which each will enrich the life of the other. You will be partners standing together to cushion the difficulties of life. 

 

Celebrate each other every day, rejoice in each other's graces. Nurture your marriage carefully and it will grow as beautiful as this garden which surrounds us.

Your dedication to this marriage is a point of honor, a joyous duty that you have chosen to accept.

 

PLEASE FACE EACH OTHER AND JOIN HANDS

 

Do you K_, take N_, to be your lawfully wedded husband? Do have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?

 

Do you N_, take K_, to be your lawfully wedded wife? Do have and to hold from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and cherish as long as you both shall live?

 

RING CEREMONY

 

Children, do you have the ring? The ring please.

Place the ring on her finger and repeat after me, "I give you this ring, in token and pledge of my constant fidelity and abiding love. With this ring, I thee wed."

(REPEAT FOR K_)

 

N_ and K_, you have joined yourselves in solemn matrimony. May you strive all your lives to meet this commitment with love and devotion. For love truly is the greatest gift we are given to share; love's compassion is the glory of life.

Delight in each other's company and never take for granted the fortune which love has granted you as you enjoy the blending of your lives.

 

And now, as much as you, K_ and N_, have given and pledged your love and faithfulness, each to the other, and have declared the same by joining hands, by virtue of the authority vested in me by the State of California, I now pronounce you spouses for life!




11/27/2010 9:25:02 PM

I am very excited to be officiating at My 3rd wedding this coming Friday!

It's a typical San Francisco love story:

Girl meets girl, they fall in love, date for years.
Girl has issues, they split.
Girl discovers she is man trapped in wrong body.
Girl gets back with girl, moves in.
Girl transitions to correct gender.
Girl and boy can now legally get married (without hurting the fundamentalists' marriages).
Girl gains husband, gets kicked off the softball team.

Ah love, ain't it grand? 

It just goes to show: it ain't about the plumbing, it's about the heart.


11/21/2010 7:30:31 PM

His fingertips on her throat took her breath away.

They did not cut off her air, though with only a slight pressure on her trachea, she knew, they could.

It was the wonderful feeling of being in His power, being dependent on His mercy, that made her short of breath.

And, she noted, made her suddenly very wet.

His hands were surprisingly soft considering His job but beneath that smooth skin was a strong grip. His fingers, moments before, had taken and crushed her sensitive nipples in a way that rivaled or surpassed any nipple clamp she'd ever felt.

Looking up into His blue eyes she saw the effect of her surrender there. They sparkled with lust and desire and a twinkle that she knew promised more of the creative Domination that she craved. Did she see in hers the message she wanted to express without words: "i am Yours, Sir. Take me and do what you wish."

Slowly His hand slid up the smooth skin of her thigh, sending a shiver of hunger through her. As she had been trained her thighs were never closed and as He had commanded, she had driven into the city wearing only a skirt and blouse and she was very aware of His fingers approaching her naked pussy. A pussy that she knew dripped with desire.

His hand suddenly gripped the soft skin of her inner thigh and grasped a large fold of it, twisting it and sending a wave of pain through her that seemed directed at the moist core of her body. He'd discover, she knew, in a few seconds, how much His touch, how much His power, how much His pain excited her.

And the thought only made it worse...




11/13/2010 9:52:50 PM

I am very much in the mood to create a written fantasy for someone. If you'd like to receive one, send Me a note with a general theme, a place, and any particular fetishes or interests you'd like Me to include.

Stone


10/15/2010 1:59:04 PM
A interesting study on the relationship between love and pain: http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/10/101013173843.htm Even when it is a momentary infatuation in a scene I have observed a definite connection between a slave's adoration and her threshhold for pain. It is fascinating to see that this has a neuro-chemical and physiological basis.

8/25/2010 9:19:56 PM
I am focused on the cultivation and training of a lovely, adventurous, and very sexy submissive at present and not seeking at present.

7/30/2010 6:14:43 PM
KNEELING The temptation of My cock dances just beyond the reach of your tongue, teasing you with its closeness. Nothing would you love more than to wrap your fingers about its hard shaft and feed it into your hungry mouth. But even were they not cuffed securely at the small of your back you would not. Unless ordered, with word or gesture, you would deny your cravings, secure in your role as My plaything, for the moment My slave. I reach down and tweak your already stiffened nipples with My fingers, sending a jolt of sudden pain through your body that seems to focus on the moist cleft at your middle. Instantly you are wet there and the thought makes you blush which only further dampens you. From My pocket I produce small bits of shiny silver metal joined by a chain. A different shape than any you are familiar with but there is no doubt as to their purpose or their destination. Keeping your head bowed in submissive supplication you have a clear view as the spring jaws of both are opened and placed alongside the sensitive nubs of your nipples. "Look up at Me." I order and you raise your face to meet My gaze. In My sparkling blue eyes you see the lust spawned by your surrender. Though you know you are about to suffer greatly that look makes it worth the cost. "Are you ready?" I whisper. And without hesitation you answer from your suddenly parched throat, "Yes, Sir." At the same time I release both clamps and in an instant your reality becomes one of pure agony. The pain overwhelms all other senses, filling your brain with its power. I watch entranced as your mouth opens as if to protest but closes in silence. Well, almost. A small sound, animal-like, part moan and part sigh, escapes from deep in your chest. Looking up at Me you see the pleasure on My face and it is this expression that helps you endure this brutal crushing of your nipples. In answer to the unspoken question I softly caress your cheek and tell you, "Yes, My beautiful slavegirl, you please Me. you please Me very much." Through your pain you smile, a deep and obviously heart-felt smile, that excites Me and makes My cock ache. I can no longer deny My lust and by the chain between the joining the clamps I pull you forward. I do not need to order as your mouth opens for that which you have so long, so painfully, desired. My cock pushes deep into your mouth and by the cruel chain I hold you there. The position is painful and stifles your breath but you make no effort to pull away, using the one unbound part of your body, you tongue, to assault the length of the thick cock in your mouth. I loosen My grip and allow you to pull back and catch your breath but hold you from allowing My cock to escape your lips. I need no chain to do this. Finally given permission you attack My cock with all of your considerable skills. Sucking and licking and nibbling and sliding your mouth along its length. The pain recedes, at least its perception does, as you focus on the task at hand. It is there, filling your body, but only feeds the eagerness of your cock-sucking. And you know that the more aroused your efforts make Me, the greater My desire to give you My pain. But this does not assuage you. In fact it excites you and makes you strive to pleasure Me even more. When the leather lashes strike, in the smooth valley between your shoulder blades, it startles but only serves to excite you more. It carries the message that you are succeeding... Lash after lash lands on your fair skin, marking you with beautiful crimson lines. Every one a mark of honor that you will later admire in the mirror and remember fondly as you masturbate. (I hope this start keeps you distracted)

7/11/2010 1:35:35 AM
WAKING Slowly consciousness steals into your brain, just as the sun pushes aside the dark you become aware of the belt which wrapped your throat all night and at once it all comes back the cruel pain of the clothespins that first ever pinch of one on your clit the stealing of your breath at My command the hard fucking of your soaked cunt with your dildo and the shuddering pain as your hand brushed against the pins along your thighs and on your pussy lips The sound of My voice soft but commanding confident and unyielding directing you, ordering you instructing you Taking you... And then arousing you bringing you in just a few moments so close so very near that pain/pleasure explosion that you crave, that you lust for but then that voice, your Dom's voice told you to stop. And you obeyed, wanting to please Me giving Me the power, giving Me your pain and giving Me your pleasure becoming, in a way that thrilled Me, My hot little fucktoy, My property And obeying as I had you add more pins answering as I asked you the most personal questions about your body, about how you brought yourself pleasure That too, that explicit honesty excited Me and I used that knowledge to add yet more pain to the mix Asking, this one time, for you to try and add one more but allowing, if you must, a chance to say, "No Sir, i cannot" which you almost did But My good girl, My sweet slut did not give up, continuing until you found that spot where that savage intensity could be managed I could only imagine your look of determination of the wincing, of the furrowed brow as you obeyed Me But that was enough to make My already hard cock swell even more and ache with desire for you your breath was shallow from the pain My pain, My gift to you and I made you tighten the belt once more stealing your oxygen as I slowly counted and finally telling you to "Stop." And hearing your whispered, "thank You, Sir..." I smiled you had earned the reward and I told you that you would be allowed to cum at last And you asked if you could lie down My voice in your ear the glass cock ramming hard into your soaked cunt the pain of the clothespins on your aching nipples, your tender thighs allowing you to masturbate using the brutal clothespin on your clit My deep warm voice calling you, "My slut. My fucktoy." the rising pleasure I could hear it in your voice And I shared the same in My own loins Making you draw it out ordering that you take off the harsh pinching pin, take off all of them as you start to cum and hearing a gasped, "yes Sir..." and then, in beastly sounds from deep within your chest I heard you cum grunting like a barnyard beast as the orgasm ripped through you as the waves of pain from the suddenly released flesh followed whimpers gasps grunts mewling sounds That is when My thick semen spurted across My belly And then, as you caught your breath My voice now warm and friendly A verbal hug, a bit of comfort after your ordeal shared laughter, soft words, My proud compliments a return to normalcy Both of us wishing you were wrapped in My arms at that moment But one last time, completely out of the blue I had you tighten the belt taking your breath away once more before letting you slip away into the realm of dreams. I know that there is temptation this morning to start with a quick cum and that the thought must cross your mind "i know He will punish me but..." I would have no way of knowing of course except that we both know that when I ask, you will tell Me the truth But more importantly, you want Me to be pleased by you by your complete obedience and so I don't think you will. I think you'll play with your eager pussy but that you'll make yourself stop before you cum. you'll groan in frustration but you will obey. Won't you? "Good girl."

7/10/2010 12:22:56 AM
Are vampire children taught not to run with wooden stakes?

7/8/2010 4:15:12 PM
Article from Nat'l Geo: "Mouse tears are aphrodisiac" http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2010/07/100701-science-animals-mating-mice-mouse-aphrodisiac-tears/ Well, a sub's tears have always stirred _My_ passions. (though the article says it is the male's tears that stir the females- good news for My Domme sisters)

6/29/2010 11:08:59 PM
The handle of someone here inspired Me to look for the wonderful intro to "The Lathe of Heaven" by Ursula K.Le Guin. (I hadn't read it in almost 40 years but still remember it vividly) Current-borne, wave-flung, tugged hugely by the whole might of ocean, the jellyfish drifts in the tidal abyss. The light shines through it, and the dark enters it. Borne, flung, tugged from anywhere to anywhere, for in the deep sea there is no compass but nearer and farther, higher and lower, the jellyfish hangs and sways; pulses move slight and quick within it, as the vast diurnal pulses beat in the moon-driven sea. Hanging, swaying, pulsing, the most vulnerable and insubstantial creature, it has for its defense the violence and power of the whole ocean, to which it has entrusted its being, its going, and its will. But here rise the stubborn continents. The shelves of gravel and the cliffs of rock break from water baldly into air, that dry, terrible outerspace of radiance and instability, where there is no support for life. And now, now the currents mislead and the waves betray, breaking their endless circle, to leap up in loud foam against rock and air, breaking.... What will the creature made all of seadrift do on the dry sand of daylight; what will the mind do, each morning, waking?

6/9/2010 7:06:33 PM
Mmmmmmm-Meyer Lemon Marmalade: I just made 35 eight ounce and 10 four ounce jars of marmalade from the 7 quarts of juice I squeezed from the two trees growing in My back yard.

6/2/2010 4:55:41 PM
Wow. http://failblog.org/2010/06/02/epic-fail-videos-tattoo-recipient-fail/ Most of the women I know would have drifted off into that endorphin-induced bliss we refer to as 'sub-space' by this stage of the tattoo.

5/5/2010 10:25:52 PM
A story for a lovely CM sub: (additions added at the end) Though the cuffs that join her wrists to her ankles force her to remain on her knees, they are not really necessary. A softly spoken command is all that is required of this well-trained slave to make her hold this pose as long as I wish. Though it is cruel to her knees and over time will become agony, she will remain thus as I have posed her until I free her. It has been close to an hour since I placed her on the oak floors at the end of My dark hallway while I attended to My household chores. Chores that were constantly restricted from their fast completion by the VERY distracting thoughts of her there, waiting... in pain... without complaint... My very good girl. Those thoughts alone, are enough to create a throbbing growth at My loins. Confined beneath My jeans, My cock begs for release and I more than once am forced to pause and readjust it. I am tempted to free it, to go to her and allow her to pleasure Me with those lips and that tongue that I have come to adore. But I make us both wait while I attend to My necessary tasks. When at last I join you I hear the labored breathing that your torment has forced. Beneath your thin white blouse you also wear a pair of shining silver nipple clamps that have crushed your stiff nipples for what must seem an eternity. I stand above you in the dark, allowing you to sense My presence behind you, and savor My property and your complete surrender before turning on the light. Blinking in the sudden glare you lower your head into the pose that I have trained you to assume. I do not need to ask if you suffer, that much is clear from the distortion it has writ upon your beauty. your agony is clear, growing with every moment, but you do not complain. "Do you have any idea how much you excite Me, little one?" I whisper, My throaty voice revealing the lust she has stirred in My soul. "you are such an exquisite slave girl, so perfect for Me." "thank You, Sir," she moans softly. Those words, much less the sight of the tears of suffering that well up in your eyes, make My cock grow fully erect and no longer capable of being constrained. I open My fly and it springs forth, bouncing before your adoring eyes. "See what your pain does to Me, slavegirl? It YOUR fault that these pants are too tight!" Through your pain you smile, and answer, "i am sorry Sir." "No you're not! you like knowing that, don't you?" I laugh. "yes Sir, I'm sorry but i do." "I guess you'll just have to be punished for enjoying My discomfort, won't you?" "yes Sir, thank You, Sir. If that is what you wish." you answer with a bit too much enthusiasm. I reach down and take the chain which hangs between her breasts in My fist. It is warm to the touch as I wrap it around My fingers, a small sign of the fire that I know burns within you. As I take up the slack it tightens around your throat until your breath grows labored and I use it to pull your mouth to My thick, swollen cock. I thrust deep into you, holding you close by the chain, the wide head of My cock at the back of your throat. you holds that position as long as you can before her need for oxygen makes you squirm and I withdraw, allowing you to gasp for breath. I kneel down and put My face close to yours, seeking in your eyes any sign of hesitation but see there only lust and passion. I stand once more and guide your mouth to My male-ness. With the vigor of a hungry calf you attack it, licking and sucking and taking it as far into your throat as its width allows. The suffering which was your universe a few moments ago has receded before the joy you takes in pleasing your Man. I tease your tender, still-clamped nipples, sending waves of pain through you, but that only adds to your fervor. Together we are in a feedback loop of passion and pain, Dominance and submission, Master and very good girl! There is a self-feeding circle in D/s and S&m: The subservient offers her flesh for her Dom's arousal, her skin for His lash, her portals for His use, and each drives the other. As I fuck your mouth, your hungry, eager mouth, My Sadistic urges grow. I imagine you on tiptoe, your fair nakedness presented for My whip. Harder and harder I fuck that delicious mouth until I must have you. I pull out of you and am certain I hear a soft moan of disappointment. I do not bother to try and squeeze My cock back into My pants, letting it bounce free before your lusting, glazed eyes. I turn and walk down the hall using the chain as a leash. My pulling is steady and persistent, forcing you forward on your sore knees giving you no mercy. I do not hurry but I am insistent and she is obedient. It is only 20 or 25 feet but on your knees, your wrists bound to your ankles, it seems to go on forever. At last we reach My living room where I move you to a position before the leather covered hassock that hides My many whips and ropes and cuffs. Raising the cushion and cover I remove a selection of whips and lay them on the floor before you. One or two you have felt before but the rest are new, and as I intend, quite intimidating. I reach down and disconnect the links that attach your cuffs to your wrists, pull your blouse off your arms and rejoin your wrists at the small of her back. This allows you considerably more movement and within the restriction that you remain kneeling, you stretch your sore muscles. I take a seat on the hassock and take your cheek gently in My hand. "My good girl." I whisper. "I am going to whip you. Do you know that?" "yes, Sir." she answers, softly. "It is your fault for being such a good cock-sucker, you know." "yes, Sir, i am sorry, Sir." "Do not be sorry, My sweet, be proud. you are very good." "Thank You, Sir." she replies with a smile, "i love sucking Your cock, Sir." I seize a fistful of hair at the back of your head and pull you back down to My loins. your lovely red lips open and you resumes your fervent oral attack. Softly I explain the scenario, "The better you do that the more I want to whip you and the more I whip you, the more I want to fuck you." And without stopping you nod an enthusiastic 'yes.' I reach down without looking and take hold of the first whip My hand touches. It is a simple one, a handle and two long braided strands of leather. Without hesitation I raise it over my shoulder and bring it down hard across your lovely, fair-skinned back. The fire of the lash of this home-made tool is intense. I have tested it on Myself and know exactly how it feels. But you have been trained and turn this pain into pleasure. Not fighting it but welcoming it. Letting it flow to your very core, to swell your clit, and soak your pussy, and from there to channel that powerful energy to her mouth. Within your perfect submission, pain and pleasure become One. Again and again I stripe you, each crimson pair making her suck and lick and worship My organ with ever-increasing lust. I wait as long as I can stand before deciding that I must whip you NOW! Though passion rages in My body and My dark urges scream for attention, My voice is calm as I address the lovely slave who is worshipping My cock so adoringly. "you know what happens when you do this, don't you? you know the dangerous game you're playing don't you?" your lips leave My cock for an instant before continuing, "Yes, Sir." "And what is that, My little fuck-toy? What is that?" I ask softly. Again, for just and instant, only enough to get the words out, you answer. "You're going to whip me, Sir. Please, Sir, do it. Take me and use me." These simple phrases, offering Me your pain because you know that it thrills Me, is the final straw. I yank your head back with a fistful of your hair, looking deep into your eyes for any sign of hesitation, any sign of prevarication. But there is none to be seen there, your surrender is total and complete and I see only desire there. I stand and use your hair to lift you to your feet, guide you over to the open double doorway to My kitchen and slip your wrists into the heavy steel cuffs which hang there. I watch you slip into that grace that is sub-space, an intoxicated mindset of submission and surrender. I adjust you so that you must stand on tiptoe to keep the edges of the cuffs from cutting into your wrists. I decide to take away your sight and place a fur-lined leather mask across your eyes. This accentuates your senses and removes the distractions of My colorful apartment. I return to My seat and appraise your vulnerability and My options. I slowly stroke My still-hard cock as I savor your nakedness. I know that in your mind you are imagining all the things I might do, the pain and the pleasure, the ways I will take you and the ways I will use you. I make you wait as I quietly assemble My devices for good and for evil, hatching My plans for you. I begin with two favorites, I plug them both in, turn them on and watch as the sudden loud buzzing makes you squirm. One is a vibrator and the other, the noisier one, is a violet wand. An antique bit of medical quackery that sends a varying jolt of static electricity when brought near the skin. I take one in each hand, and without hesitation push the rubber tip of the vibrator against your pussy. It drives a moan from you and I smile as you thrust your hips forward as much as your bonds allow. But I am the one in control here and pull it back, denying you its touch. Like an exotic dancer before her audience you grind that hungry pussy against the air. I smile, enjoying the torture of your frustration. When you stop I bring it back, gently stroking it along the swollen clit that pushes out of your pussy seeking attention. I study you closely, watching as the device works its magic, seeing the arousal building in you as tensed muscles, shallow breathing, and a thin sheen of perspiration along your flanks. I watch your fists grab at nothing, the muscles of your calves tighten and flex, a slight opening and presentation of your thighs as orgasm approaches. "NOT WITHOUT PERMISSION." I admonish you, though I know you are well-trained and it is not necessary. And through pursed lips you sputter, "y-y-yes, Sir..." I enjoy the torment as you struggle to suppress that release. So very close, I know, that at My word you would erupt in a Vesuvius of pleasure. But I am not ready for that. I take the vibrator away and delight in the shivers of passion which rack your body. I let them gradually subside before picking up the wand. I turn the knob on the side which controls the power of the device and see you tense in fear. I bring it close to a sweaty thigh and a purple spark jumps across to your sensitized skin. I trace it down the length, forcing a series of squeaking whimpers from her. I repeat it along the other thigh, sending wave after wave of pain shooting through you. I move it close to, but avoid your clit, dancing the sparks in a circle around that core of your being. I move it up across your belly, turn it up to maximum, and touch it to one of your erect nipples, making you scream sharply and writhe against the chains in a marionette-like dance of pain. I move it from side to the other as I find your clit again with the vibrator. The screams become a mixed song of animal-like grunts and groans as ecstasy and agony are mixed in your body and mind until you can no longer separate the two. The sharp electrical charge against the tender skin of your nipples and breasts is the most exciting sensual pleasure you can imagine and the vibrations against your stiffened clitoris are pure agony. "Cum." is all I say and smile as your body erupts in tribute to your Master. As the spasms of orgasm begin to wrack your body I stand and wrap My arms around your still suspended body. Holding you close as waves of pleasure wash through you, My strength and solidity giving you solace as your body betrays your very humanity. Without My control (and the chains holding you upright) you would dissolve into a beast of drooling sexual sensation. Slowly, the waves of orgasm subside and consciousness returns. Wanly, you smile... "th-thank You, Sir." you whisper hoarsely. But I am not through with you. I am, after all, a Sadist, and My hands still hold the vibrator and and violet wand. I bring the still-buzzing vibrator up to between your legs and smile when you jump as it makes stunning contact with your over-sensitized clitoris. Silently you seem to mouth the word 'no...no...' and shake your head from side to side. "Do you wish to use your safe word?" I whisper into your ear. "no Sir" you manage to squeak out between gasps as the powerful motor works its relentless magic on that engorged organ. So tender that even a gentle touch is painful you try and fail to escape the cruel pleasure of the vibe as another orgasm builds in the core of your body. I move the violet wand up and trace a line of sparking pain down the length of your spine. your grunt of pain (or is it pleasure?) makes My cock ache with lust for you. I release you from My arms without taking away either tool, touching them both to your nipples, to your thighs, to your dripping pussy, teasing and torturing you in equal parts. But there is no orgasm this time. I watch every breath closely, every twitch of your muscles, and just when the explosion is upon you I take both tools away. It takes a few seconds for the reality to sink in and your groan of disappointment is music to My ears. But a well-trained slave girl needs only an occasional reminder that she is the cherished property of her Master and your frustration turns instead to the inner calm that is unique to the submissive. Bowing your head, you wordlessly offer yourself to the whip you know is coming.

5/3/2010 9:02:55 PM
Social Cooperation Due to Punishment? A new UCLA study suggests that social cooperation in large groups in maintained through punishment. http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/05/100501013529.htm I don't know about that but I've found that it works _wonders_ at making submissives cooperate.

4/28/2010 9:41:33 PM
I just spent a few minutes reading back through My journal here. I deleted a few entries that no longer apply or have changed. I wonder whether anyone ever reads more than one or two entries but I'll leave it intact for that special person who really wants to learn what I have to offer.

4/23/2010 7:20:12 PM
The strongest natures, when they are influenced, submit the most unreservedly; it is perhaps a sign of their strength. ~ Virginia Woolf

8/23/2009 7:57:18 PM
It had been a long afternoon for the slave and except for a break where she was allowed to kneel beside Him and nibble scraps from His fingers as He ate, she had been given no respite. After clearing His dishes He covered the table with a rubber sheet and led her to its center, positioning her on her knees with her forehead bowed obsequiously in a pose that pleased Him. The blindfold which stole her sight had been in place for hours now, adding immeasurably to the sense of displacement that was her sub-space. Her only sense of the world around her came from His voice, His hands, and the cruel touch His many devices. It was disorienting but strangely also comforting. It put her exactly where she wished to be- at His mercy. And so, she endured. Her fair skin had been marked from shoulders to ankles and made clear, to any who might see her thus, as slave. As an object belonging to (and cherished by) her Owner. Only visible as a slight reddening that belied the ache that filled them, her nipples and labia had been crushed by clamps of steel and clothespins of hard birch. A torment that He had savored for long hours as He teased her again and again to the brink of orgasmic release only to deny her pleaded begging for permission to cum. But that was not her choice. And so, she endured. Hanging on tiptoe by her wrists for how long she could not tell He had striped her with His whips and ridged her then-sensitized skin with His brutal cane. He was artistic in His savagery, her suffering His muse. And so, she endured. Only His soft voice, praising her suffering, attested to the effect on Him but it was enough. In her mind's eye she imagined the hardness at His loins, the sparkle of lust in His eyes, the glow of passion that emanated from His entire body that she knew her torture evoked. And so, she endured. He had offered, when first training her to His liking, the use of safe words. But she was proud of the fact that she had never spoken one. He was a Sadist, a Master, a Dominant, but she knew that while He would hurt her, He would not injure. And so, she endured. she tried to picture how she must look, thus displayed. Hoping that it was to His liking (and immediately chastising herself for the thought- if it was not, He would certainly change it!). she was His living sculpture. And so, she endured. The sound of His voice in the next room startled her, especially when she realized He was speaking to... one? no- more... at least two, no, now female voices joined the mix, their tinkling laughter clear. He had mentioned that He might one day wish to display her but she thought He had meant in a club or something. The voices grew louder as they approached and she stiffened slightly in... what was it- fear, excitement, anticipation? All those and more but mostly a feeling of elation that He was pleased with her enough to want to show her off. No matter what came next, she would endure.

8/1/2009 10:07:24 PM
I have a good friend (with benefits) who likes to trade Me bare-handed spankings for blowjobs. We've been friends for a long time, dating back to when she was married to a guy who was terminally vanilla. she is one of the few lovers I have ever had who can make Me cum using only her mouth (though of course the sight of the fair skin on her butt turned crimson certainly helps). Sounds great right? Well, I work in a hardware store and a few days ago I managed to take the skin off the tip of My right middle finger on a table saw. Not too bad but who should happen to call this morning with an itch that badly needed scratching? I offered to use a strap, a paddle, or My belt but for her it is the touch of a hand that she adores. I tried using My left but it was awkward and not as effective. she was sympathetic and very accommodating and gave Me a nice blowjob but I could tell she was definitely not satisfied. I wonder if I can claim disability...

7/31/2009 9:06:09 PM
Just sold my portable St Andrews bondage cross for $100 to a very cute couple. I could tell from her blush that she is looking forward to being snugly tied to it.

7/30/2009 9:26:45 PM
The passage "Lorem ipsum ..." is taken from a Cicero text that reads, "Neque porro quisquam est qui dolorem ipsum quia dolor sit amet, consectetur, adipisci velit ...," which translates as, "There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain..." I beg to differ...

6/9/2009 12:31:19 AM
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. ~Lord Byron (1788-1824)

5/26/2009 9:21:03 PM
It was the early 90s, though she was really a sub she was working as a Dominatrix to support her speed habit, I was dealing to support My own. She joined My slave/wife and I for several torrid scenes that I still recall fondly (and still masturbate to) 15 years later. I have often wondered what happened to her. At least I had until I ran into her at the produce store the other day. We both had a ways to go before hitting rock bottom, she only about a year ago. But we're doing the dance I enjoy so much, that flirting/teasing/talking thing. I'd forgotten how good at it she is...

5/8/2009 2:15:20 PM
I have always been attracted to women who, in their vanilla life, are strong, independent, and smart. But especially those that need a firm hand in their erotic life. I understand that it is an escape for them and that for it to work they need clear and explicit instructions about what is expected from them. There is definitely a comforting security in knowing that someone else is willing to take on the responsibility of making decisions, of telling them exactly what is required to give Me pleasure. That I am a Sadist means that often those things involve suffering and pain but I have observed that as long as they know it is exciting Me, pleasing Me, and will, in its turn, result in their pleasure as well- either directly or just from the joy of serving and hearing that they have done so. The phrases, "Good girl." or "Good little slut." would not seem, to those who have never explored our dark realm, to be ample payment for the torture one as endured but almost any sub I know would strongly disagree.

4/4/2009 6:53:37 AM
I often make My subs pose for Me, holding positions of submission with penalties for movement. Not merely as a subject for My charcoal or brush but as a tableau- a living sculpture forced into a pose that may be quite easy at first but in time, often not a very long time, becomes strained and painful to maintain. My deep voice offers My savored victim soft words of encouragement, lets her know that she suffers for My pleasure, for My arousal, and thus induces her to endure even more. In time she trembles, every nerve dancing with the pain of her pose but it is not blind, meaningless suffering. I whisper 'Good girl.' and caress her softly but do not yet give her permission to move. W/we share a special bond, similar to that of good sex but so much more. W/we are within each other, of each other, lost in O/our own time and space and place. A world unknown to others. (inspired by a new friend here)

3/30/2009 5:57:17 PM
From the science journal New Scientist: 'SPANKING BRINGS COUPLES TOGETHER' http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg20127014.300-spanking-brings-couples-together.html Now all the vanillas are going to discover what W/we have all known for years!

3/8/2009 10:31:17 AM
I just woke up from the most wonderful spanking dream- it was of My former slave and I was spanking her until she thought she no longer deserved it. This was unusual, I always let My subs know how many they're going to get. I kept spanking her until My hand, which is fairly work-roughened, tingled and then began to hurt itself. she was in tears and her butt was bright red and every blow hurt me almost as much as it did her. I kept asking, "Is that enough?" and she'd sniffle and answer, "No, Sir." It never reached a point where she felt she had been punished enough for her behavior. Alas, My alarm interrupted any conclusion. When I was wakened My hand tingled and I was sporting some magnificent morning wood. (I'm adding this hours later- As much fun as that dream was it lacked one of My favorite parts of a spanking scene- wrapping her in My arms afterwards, letting her know she is forgiven, and that she is safe within the strength of My arms and My possession)

3/7/2009 7:24:43 PM
HURRAH! I just paid off my last credit card bill! (I went from owing over $19,000 to zero balance in just under 3 years!) Maybe I can finally take a vacation- anybody want to go get tied up in the islands?

3/1/2009 11:00:55 PM
Once again I find that space where My slave kneels in wait for My return is empty. I have yet another friend w/benefits but that illusive connection, of Master and slave remains unfulfilled at present.

2/12/2009 11:53:31 AM
HAPPY V-D to E/everyone: The lovers' holiday traces its roots to raucous annual Roman festivals where men stripped naked, grabbed goat- or dog-skin whips, and spanked young maidens in hopes of increasing their fertility, said classics professor Noel Lenski of the University of Colorado at Boulder. The annual pagan celebration, called Lupercalia, was held every year on February 15 and remained wildly popular well into the fifth century A.D.?at least 150 years after Constantine made Christianity the official religion of the Roman Empire. "It is clearly a very popular thing, even in an environment where the Christians are trying to close it down," Lenski said. "So there's reason to think that the Christians might instead have said, OK, we'll just call this a Christian festival." The church pegged the festival to the legend of St. Valentine. According to the story, in the third century A.D. Roman Emperor Claudius II, seeking to bolster his army, forbade young men to marry. Valentine, it is said, flouted the ban, performing marriages in secret. For his defiance, Valentine was executed in A.D. 270?on February 14, the story goes.

1/28/2009 6:36:08 AM
I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer. ~ Colette

1/17/2009 9:23:31 PM
I just dined on a dessert of Italian Mascarpone cheese with Chilean blueberries and Argentinian black berries- mmmmmmm! It is the middle of January and the weather is in the mid 70s here in N. Cal. Life is very, very good!

1/9/2009 2:58:47 PM
I was asked today when I got into Witchcraft and Wicca and replied thusly: The first spell I ever created that worked was a hex and it scared me away from the Craft for about 15 or 20 years. I was working as assistant manager at a sandwich shop and the manager stole money from the register in a way that made it look like I was the culprit. When I went back to get my last paycheck all my friends looked at me with odd looks and no one would talk to me until finally one said, "When you left the money stopped disappearing." I was furious so I went to a Santera shop, bought eblack candles and placed them on a copy of a menu from the place and at midnight, which I somehow knew was not 12 pm but rather halfway between sunset and sunrise, usually about 1 am in the summer. The next day he disappeared, apparently started drinking again after being clean and sober for 7 years, and all the shenanigans he had been up to came to light. He had been charging trips to LA to the company credit card, running up huge bills with local suppliers and then selling them to other restaurants, etc. It turns out that he suspected that one of the assistant managers was having an affair with his wife and he was right but it was the other guy, not me. I realized then (though it took me years to come up with this analogy) that playing with Magick was like learning to juggle by starting with bowling balls. You might pull it off for a while but pretty soon you're going to drop one on your toe. For years after that I stayed away from Magick and Witchcraft entirely, picking up books in stores and sensing that it was not yet time. That only came when I began to study quantum mechanics and theoretical physics and Goddess worship. I learned the rules: Never ever for yourself, never forcing things, always considering the effect on others, and knowing that all acts return to you multiplied by three. I still practice today, often producing charms and helping people cleanse their homes or work spaces.

1/1/2009 6:14:49 PM
I have lately been looking more closely at the profiles which have no photo attached. It has several advantages: 1) FAR FEWER FAKES! the ones with only one picture are almost always fakers but those with none rarely are 2)MORE LITERATE: better expression of their desires and interests through their choice of words 3) LESS INUNDATED: a picture does get them noticed but also drowns them in one-word emails I'll likely add more as they occur to me

12/22/2008 11:19:50 PM
ORGASMATRON! Remember the orgasmatron from Woody Allen's 'Sleeper'? Well it turns out that scientists have figured out how to use an implant to increase a person's sex-drive. From the article: Neurosurgery professor Tipu Aziz, said: "There is evidence that this chip will work. A few years ago a scientist implanted such a device into the brain of a woman with a low sex drive and turned her into a very sexually active woman. She didn't like the sudden change, so the wiring in her head was removed." LINK: http://www.telegraph.co.uk/scienceandtechnology/science/sciencenews/3886862/Sex-chip-being-developed-by-scientists.html

12/22/2008 12:16:40 AM
Eyes are vocal, tears have tongues, And there are words not made with lungs. -Richard Crashaw, poet (1613-1649)

12/17/2008 8:32:23 AM
Alas for maiden, alas for Judge, For rich repiner and household drudge! God pity them both! and pity us all, Who vainly the dreams of youth recall; For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: "It might have been!" ~ John Greenleaf Whittier ~ I could not agree more and never having seen the entire poem, thought I'd pass it along.

12/7/2008 6:44:31 PM
A slave's Freedom Freedom from responsibility which is surrendered to Him Freedom to enjoy His pleasure Freedom from decision which is made by Him Freedom to suffer His pain Freedom from worry because He will keep you safe Freedom to serve however He chooses There is much freedom to be enjoyed in submission and joy to be free in slavery (By Myself)

12/3/2008 8:02:48 PM
I have only branded one slave, My first. It was many years ago and I branded My initials on the inside of her thighs, right below her pussy. My initials are SF so I was able to use the S.F. that a SFPD officer would wear on their uniform. I had to cut them apart, remove the pin back, and polish the back smooth so that the letters would be facing the right direction. It was on her birthday, a day I spent indulging her and treating her like a slave. she knew it was coming and I teased her with it all day. Several times I used her for My pleasure, teased her to the brink of orgasm, but denied her permission to cum. Finally, I told her it was time. I tied her to an armchair in My living room, ropes just above her knees so she was wide open and completely immobile. I lit several candles and placed them around. I though about dimming the lights but decided I'd better be able to see what I was doing. I offered her a gag and a blindfold but she declined both. she wanted to watch, to feel, to be part of the experience as much as she possibly could. I set up the tools I would need while she stared, her eyes sparkling with lust. Needle nose pliers, the letters, a bottle of alcohol and swabs, and a propane torch. I swabbed both thighs with the cool alcohol, enjoying the shiver it sen through her tied body then I lit the torch and picked up the S and held it in the blue flame until it glowed red, looked deep into her eyes for any sign of hesitation and seeing none, touched it to the inside of her right thigh. Every muscle in her body went taut as she threw herself against the ropes and she clamped her mouth shut to hold back the sound but animal-like groans escaped as the pain worked its way through her. It smelled as it cooked the flesh and I counted slowly to 5. When I took it away it pulled the charred skin away, leaving a black S behind. I asked if she wanted a break and she shook her head 'No' and said if she did she'd never go through with it. I dropped the S and picked up the F and repeated the heating process. I held it up, waited for her nod and pushed it against her other thigh. There was no less reaction the second time and it took a long time for her to regain any sort of composure. W/we had decided to preserve the brands with candle soot and I collected some on the tip of My pocket knife and rubbed it into the open wounds while she gasped for breath. For the next few weeks, every time W/we had sex I'd make her wrap her legs around My waist and she told Me she loved the twinge of pain. I saw her about five years ago and she told Me that when she first met her husband she explained that she got it as a souvenir of San Francisco. Lucky I have those initials, eh?

11/29/2008 12:11:42 AM
The Hogarth Curve was considered by Wm Hogarth, an 17th-18th c. artist and designer, to be the most beautiful shape in nature. It is a sort of lazy S shape, describing the curve from the nape of a woman's neck down her spine to the flare of her hips. It is found in plants and animals and in the finest of chairs. It is celebrated in poetry and painting, fashion and erotica. When decorated with stripes, the marks of passion and desire, or the scratched parallel lines of fingernails that came oh-so-very-close to drawing blood, or the subtle marks of a recent rope bondage, it transcends description and becomes instead a visceral emotion. Ah, the back...

11/12/2008 7:07:45 AM
INVITATION: If you are interested in public play I would be happy to treat you to a night at the Citadel or Level 3 at Power Exchange. All limits and activities will be discussed and negotiated in advance of course.

11/10/2008 10:53:09 AM
I have had the great good fortune to meet two wonderful women here this year. Both were lovely, smart, strong, sexy, and wonderful sexslaves. I know that such luck is not common here (last year was much less successful) but I am thankful for being fortunate enough to have met them both. That being said, I am once again seeking playmates or potential partners.

11/9/2008 7:48:39 PM
Hello A/all- I regret to inform Y/you all that have become fans and friends of My slave 'moistcotton' that she has just informed Me that she has been offered a once-in-a-lifetime career opportunity on the East Coast that I have encouraged her to accept. On the phone tonight she asked Me tonight to save her journal but to shut down her profile. I will learn on Wednesday exactly when she will leaves and W/we will have a couple of visits before she departs. I will be releasing her from My collar at that time. Stone

11/8/2008 5:19:35 PM
Thank you My darling slave for the wonderful and unforgettable birthday. you caught me by surprise there in the restaurant, I had not planned to take you to that level yet, especially since you have a long plane ride tomorrow. I'll miss you, sweet slave, My very good girl. S

11/7/2008 3:22:51 PM
My Birthday! I intend to give moistcotton My best spanking, one swat with a leather paddle for each of My many years, before W/we go out to dinner just so I can enjoy her squirming in her seat.

11/5/2008 9:21:46 AM
I wish to thank my slave and all the millions of Americans who worked to change this country. I know that the real work begins now, that to correct the devastation of the last 8 years and dig our way out of the hole that Dumbya and the Repuglicants have put us in will take a concerted effort but I believe in the people of this country and know that we are capable of doing so.

11/3/2008 9:59:16 AM
My slave asks how I know what causes such pain and whether I get that knowledge from experience with other slaves or from using My various tools of wickedness on Myself as a form of masochism. The answer is, of course, both. Sort of. Experience has taught Me some surprisingly sensitive spots on the human body besides the obvious erogenous ones and their surrounding tissues. The top of the back of the thigh where it meets the butt cheeks is very sensitive, the arm pit, the back of the ankle, the upper lip, between the toes, to name but a few. I always try My whips or canes (or any tool I am not familiar with) on My own body before using on another. I also pinch myself looking for sensitive spots. But am I a masochist? No, not really. I once tried subbing to My ex-wife and played along for her benefit but I felt I was acting. I can tolerate pain but it holds no thrill for Me. Will I punish her for asking these questions? No. Will I punish her for not trusting her Master enough to ask these questions face-to-face? Most definitely. Six hard strokes of My fiberglas cane while bent over, unbound, holding her ankles should do it, I believe. Stonewater

10/27/2008 9:44:15 PM
I have accepted a slave who uses the name here of 'moistcotton' anyone curious about My technique or My personal preferences in the realm of B&D and S&M can see it described by her quite eloquently in her journal. she is now My property and I enjoy showing her off but I do not share. I have taken her to Power Exchange and plan on taking her to the Citadel but at this point in O/our relationship I think it is too early for anything more intimate than that. Thanks, S

10/21/2008 8:34:25 AM
I was asked by another Dom how to meet and seduce subs and this is what I wrote: I wish there was an easy formula but there really isn't. I started doing this in my teens and that was before there was an internet to find them. I had to learn to spot a potential sub and seduce them slowly and gently. I learned the difference between slaves, subs, and painsluts through trial and error, just as I learned what appeals to and works for Me. A couple of things- 1) Always read their ENTIRE profile and journal before sending a note. And NEVER send the same note twice. Girls can tell and they'll shoot you down or just ignore you. 2) Spelling and grammar MATTER- in almost every profile I read the woman mentions it. Use Spell-check and if you're not sure of the correct grammar, say it another way. 3) Make lots of friends on here, don't assume it means anything- it usually doesn't. 4) Go to the Citadel or Society of Janus and take workshops. This will add to your confidence and make you more attractive to submissive women. Learn rope bondage- a skilled rigger is very appealing to a LOT of women. 5) It can be frustrating but just take your time, accept defeat graciously and politely and move on. 6) If English is not your first language, admit it right off (but be ready to be able to prove it). This will get you at least some grammatical leeway. (I'll probably add to this entry as more thoughts occur)

10/11/2008 7:59:47 AM
My new playmate is named 'moistcotton' (a great handle name for a sub, I must say!) W/we met on another site and I sent her here where she has kept a journal of O/our shared journey. I am looking forward to O/our first session with her at her place tonight. Stay tuned!

10/10/2008 7:47:05 AM
I wrote this for a lovely young and temporarily depilitated woman on ALT and thought folks might enjoy it: A SHAVING SCENE I have only had the good fortune to enjoy one shaving scene, My girlfriend at the time had waist-length hair and wanted to donate it to Locks of Love, so we made a scene out of it. This was almost 15 years ago. I asked her not to shave anything for several weeks prior and took her to a local spa that has private rooms. Each room has a sauna, a shower, a hot tub, and a double bed. W/we started with a soapy shower and a sauna and then soaked and made out in the tub for a while. O had some really nice neoprene wrist cuffs that she wore behind her back, giving Me complete access to explore and play with her body. I made her cum twice before I finally announced it was time. I walked her to the bed and used some rope to tie her to it. There were a couple of handy safety-grips that worked perfectly. I had brought some Noxema shaving soap and a shaving brush and I started with her legs. Giving them a thorough soaping and then slowly shaving them bare. she was not very hairy so it went pretty quick. I next did under her arms and it was a good thing she was tied down because it was a very ticklish experience. Then came her pubic bush. she kept it neat but was pretty hairy so it took trimming with scissors and then, especially with her constant twitching, a long slow depilation. After so many time burying My face in her hairy bush it looked strange and I could not resist diving in and using My tongue to make her cum once more. After that it was time for the grand finale. It would not work with her lying down so I freed her and pulled the mattress off the bed onto the floor. I dried her hair with a towel and hairdryer, brushing it straight. It was a very erotic experience all by itself. I pulled it back from her head with one hand and with the other used scissors to cut it very close to her skull. We had brought a large ziploc bag for the hair and in it went, ready for shipment to Locks of Love. The effect was stunning. It was as if I was with a new lover (always fun) and I kissed her long and deep. I cuffed her hands again with the neoprene and held her chin in My hand as I foamed up her scalp. Now of course I have shaved Myself many times, even shaved My head a few times, but this was a completely new experience. Holding her head immobile I shaved from front to back. Slowly and methodically, rinsing out the shaver again and again. When there was just stubble left I switched to a new razor, re-lathered with more Noxema and removed the very last of her hair. The effect was breath-taking. I insisted that she immediately give Me head and watched as if hypnotized as she performed her skilled duty. I could not keep My hands off her skull, holding it and stroking its awesome smoothness constantly. I'd been hard and aroused the entire time and I came pretty quickly. She looked up at Me, smiled and took a finger-full of My semen and rubbed it into her scalp. I still masturbate (and she has told Me she does too) to memories of that scene.

10/9/2008 9:45:24 PM
I have just added a couple pics of a chaise longue (no, not lounge, look it up!) that I refinished and had reupholstered with a fabric I selected and with two cushions I designed. NOTE>>>I have created an album of its step-by-step creation over on ALT<<< It was probably made originally in the 1950s. A home crafts project of the sort that they run in woodworking magazines. It is solid oak (though I replaced the rubber straps that supported the original cushion with 1/8" maple plywood), the piece at the foot being cut out of a single block of 4"x6" straight-grained oak. Even in the 50s that would have been a pricey chunk of wood. My ex paid $5.00 for it at a garage sale (it was broken) on the day of the Haight Street Fair and originally it was intended for her but unfortunately W/we had a parting of the ways and so it stayed with Me. It is more than just a nice piece of furniture, it is also a very subtle bondage device. At the head, on the legs and arm rests, and at the foot there are holes drilled (and filled with removable stained-matched plugs for discretion) for the attachment of ropes. Someone tied, wrists over her head, thighs tied to the armrests, ankles tied to the legs, would be completely open, exposed, and vulnerable.

10/3/2008 10:51:01 PM
RAIN! I love the first rain of the season- here in Northern California we have two seasons- Brown and Wet. The last couple of years have been exceptionally dry and a rain this early in the season is a very good sign. Tonight I'll slip into shorts and a t-shirt and My old sneakers and go riding in Golden Gate Park. Not all the way to the beach just a couple of miles. I'll drink in the lovely mix of the smell of rain and dust and ocean. I'll feel the rain on my face and running down my back. When I get back I'll jump into a steaming hot shower, crawl into bed with a glass of Anniversario, a 20 year old Venezuelan rum and give thanks to the Goddess for my sweet life.

10/3/2008 8:07:52 AM
NEEDLES! I just bought 200 18g syringe needles (along with 200 alcohol prep swabs) from an online source. (thanks kh!) I have always wanted to include play piercing in My S&M activities, I am an ex US Army Medic with a thorough knowledge of anatomy and care. Most of the images I have seen show the needles going through the skin and into the subcutaneous layer. This bypasses most of the nerve endings. An intradermal piercing (which stays in the upper layer of skin) comes in contact with many more nerve endings and should be much more painful. It should also bleed less and heal faster. My choice of 18 g needles is also important. This is the gauge that is used for blood draws and thicker than most of the scenes I have seen. I am very excited about trying these out on a willing victim!

9/30/2008 6:27:36 PM
A day at the Fair- For the cab ride there she wore a long skirt and a leather coat but after W/we got to the Folsom St Fair all she wore was a purple corset and thigh-high boots, her collar, wrists cuffed at her back, and a pair of nipple clamps. she is not a slave and this was the first time she had been exhibited to strangers. I led her around on a leash, watching her eyes for the telltale signs of interest and arousal. They sparkled and I knew, when I shoved My fingers into her pussy at the corner of 10th and Folsom, the wetness I would find there. "Look at this!" I spoke loudly, making her blush and attracting the attention of several people near by. "Look at how wet you are, you nasty girl!" I took her to the nearest parking meter, bent her forward and wrapped her leash around the steel base. The twin globes of her very fair-skinned ass made a lovely sight and a tempting target. "Are you ready for this?," I whispered. she blushed a deep crimson but said "yes, Sir." I used the short cane I'd brought with Me and told her to count as I placed 6 stripes in parallel lines across those cheeks. After testing again I announced, "you're even WETTER! you're such a hot slut!" By then W/we had attracted a small crowd that made comments agreeing with My assessment. "I think you need the whip." she nodded and choked out, "y-yes, Sir." I carry My cat o'nine in a holster that was designed for a pistol and I slid it out and draped it across the curve of her ass, and waited. "you know what I want..." "yes, Sir... i am a hot and nasty slut and i should be whipped." Without warning I wrapped the nine thick tails around her ass and brought a gasp from her. Nine more followed, turning her fair skin a bright pink as the crowd cheered Me on. I finished, gave her a second to catch her breath, and unwrapped the chain from the parking meter and tugged her to her knees. I presented My hard cock and was thanked with an enthusiastic blow job. The crowd began to drift off and I eventually pulled her to her feet and wrapped her coat around her but kept her skirt in My hand. W/we had to walk all the way to Market to catch a cab, the fact of her near-nudity becoming almost clear with each step. I would have had her finish Me off in the cab but O/our driver was a woman and by mutual decision chose to wait til W/we got home.

9/27/2008 8:35:58 AM
My new home (you should see the dungeon!) http://photography.nationalgeographic.com/staticfiles/NGS/Shared/StaticFiles/Photography/Images/POD/n/neo-gothic-castle-raymer-438471-xl.jpg

9/24/2008 10:09:54 PM
Edvard Munch's masterpiece "Vampire" is on sale: http://www.artdaily.com/index.asp?int_sec=11&int_new=26303

9/18/2008 7:05:38 AM
I wrote the following for a sub in Oz (unownedbeast) and liked it so much that I've copied it and added it to My journal: I am a Sadist, I take great pleasure in inflicting pain on My willing slaves (and other random volunteers) and I am a Dominant, I enjoy taking charge of submissives for mutual happiness. I can be cruel but I am never abusive, I think slaves are too valuable a commodity to not be cherished. I am always in charge but treat My subs with respect at all times. This does not mean that they are ever 'off the clock.' they are expected to maintain a certain obedient behavior at all times and if they forget themselves or violate a rule, they will be punished. My punishments are intentionally non-sexual. I make them into humiliating rituals where they admit to and describe their mistakes, I establish the level punishment, tell her, and administer it while I am fully clothed. It gives Me no pleasure and I make it very clear that I am disappointed in her. I never use them as foreplay and though I may feel love as I comfort them after and dry their tears, I am scrupulous about keeping it apart from our sexual activities. This avoids, I believe, 'topping from the bottom.' I reserve one tool that I use only for punishment, a heavy two-inch (5 cm.) wide belt. It is never used for any other purpose. Inevitably, I have learned, when a sub or slave has been punished they are very remorseful, not because of the pain but because they know that they have failed their Master. This is a very strong foundation stone for My style of D/s relationship.

9/17/2008 11:38:51 PM
I just discovered a kinky version of Myspace/Facebook called . I have just signed up and begun looking around.

9/15/2008 9:55:04 PM
Seattle artist Thom Ross recreated a life-size replica of a famous 1902 photo of Buffalo Bill Cody's Wild West Show's Indians on horseback and it has been on Ocean Beach for the last two weeks. Yesterday I had worked painting and cleaning an apartment for almost 6 hours, I was dirty and exhausted and one of my neighbors reminded me that it was the last day of this exhibition. I am so happy that I went. It was very moving and beautifully executed. These are my photos:http://www.flickr.com/photos/96942894@N00/sets/72157607315225932/

9/13/2008 10:02:05 PM
In Today's SF Chronicle In an article about Freecycle.org: I've been collecting computer keyboard letters to make an Art Car. I have about 13,000 so far- figure I need about 30,000 since I intend for it to say things, mostly quotes about technology. Here's the relevant passage: Stonewater, a 55-year-old handyman and artist who lives in San Francisco's Haight neighborhood, has collected about 13,000 keyboard keys, many of them from Freecycle members. After he gathers about 17,000 more, he'll try to find a working car whose owner won't mind driving around encased in 30,000 keys that spell out technology quotes and mathematical equations (Stone doesn't own a car himself). Stonewater plans to cover the front bumper with F8 keys (fate-it's always in front of you); the trunk with the initial sequence for Pi to as many places as will fit; and a door with the dialogue from 2001, "Open the pod bay doors, HAL." etc. "From a distance it will look like a gray car, but when you get close, you'll see there are keys, and finally, close-up, you'll see that it says things," Stonewater said

9/11/2008 8:30:33 PM
I am going to try a new tactic here on CM- sending completely new erotic mini-stories as an introductory message. I imagine that most women get tired of 'cut-and-paste' messages or the two-word grunt so common to My gender. I'll paste them here AFTER the person has read them so any future viewers will know that theirs is original. This is the first: The small envelope arrives in the mail at your office. It bears no return address but you recognize the handwriting and quickly seize it before your assistant has a chance to open it. You listen to her report of your day's schedule with less than half your attention, the greater bulk preoccupied with the contents of the paper in your pocket. You make excuses and slip away to the restroom, the only place where you have any privacy at all. You lock the door and slip open the seal, surprised to see your hands shaking in anticipation. Inside are three small plastic clothespins, a folded note and rose petals. "One minute for each petal." is all that the note says but you know what He wants. You look at the three red plastic bits, aware of their terrifying power, but do not hesitate for an instant. You slip your hands into your blouse, pull your bra to the side and decorate each nipple with a pin. You must bite into the side of your hand to stifle the moan caused by the sudden pain. The third, you know, will be much worse but you know how proud it will make him and so proceed to lift your skirt, push down your panties, and open it over your clit. You take a deep breath and let it close, sending waves of agony throughout your body. You imagine Him standing there, watching you and savoring your gift. Through the pain you empty the petals out on to your shaking hand, pushing them aside to count the number... Later, in His lap, you will give a detailed accounting of your pain as He caresses your still-tender wounds, and whimper softly as He pinches them. He smiles and you are at peace.

9/9/2008 8:48:30 PM
I spent several hours this afternoon combining two of My favorite activities- history and art. I live in the Haight Ashbury where, among other things, I give walking tours and make a Haight Ashbury Star Map. I am fascinated by all aspects of history, especially San Francisco and have learned a LOT about the Haight over the years. Near where I live there is a flag (square) of concrete that was last replaced in 1968 (I called DPW and asked). On this flag it says, in all caps: TAKE LSD AND SEE with a lightbulb and rays of light coming off. It is 40 years old! I have watched it for years and have always been afraid that one day I'd come out and discover a PG&E crew or someone destroying it with jack-hammers. To preserve it I've take photos and so far tried doing a charcoal rubbing, a speedball rubbing with paint on fabric (neither was satisfactory) and today I spent several hours trying to make 3-D impressions with rag paper and starch. The four sheets of white cotton rag paper is sitting on the floor of My basement, face down, drying out. Hopefully they will remain visible and 3-D after they dry. I was thinking that if it does not work My next step would be to use latex to make a cast and then use that to make plaster copies. But it was only as I was packing up and noticed a piece of litter that inspired Me with the answer- it was a piece of crumpled aluminum foil! I realized then that tin foil (that I could oxidize or paint) would give me exactly what I wanted and [B]much[/B] faster. I'll try that next and then I will try using old soda cans, cut open and pounded with a rubber mallet and then sewn together. I was supposed to go to yoga but was so inspired that I did not notice the passing time until it was too late. Feels good!

9/7/2008 8:50:37 AM
I offered this advice to a newbie who unfortunately chose to delete it unread: A good way to discreetly contact someone is by using phone cards, those $5, $10 cards you see in small markets, etc. They only show up as an 800 number on the recipient's phone. And you may want to try YIM or some other chat (set up a new acct. with 'yourhandle' as your ID.) it has an immediacy for online sexual activity that email or other message systems lack.

9/4/2008 10:22:36 AM
Seeing your own profile- It is easy to forget, when you're using CM, what the world out there sees when viewing your profile. This morning, inspired by the two images on the profile of the lovely 'onehotsub' I wrote her a note. My comments were descriptive of the images and, I hope, a bit seductive. Her response was, "What?" Which made me aware of this quandary and is why I recommend that everyone check out there own profile from time to time, to see what others see. I think I'll do that myself right now.

9/2/2008 10:02:37 PM
Kundalini Yoga- Tonight I took my first class and though it was a bit rough at times I felt much better after. My motivation is primarily physical but I can see the benefits of its spiritual side as well. I am a pretty physical person, ride a bicycle all over San Francisco's hills so it was easy for the exercises involving my lower half but I was surprised to learn how stiff my upper body had become. I look forward to future explorations. Ironically, the meditation tonight was about Truth, a major factor in my life of late. (I was involved with someone who professed her love for me but at the first sign of adversity just walked away, making me doubt the veracity of every word she ever spoke to me.)

8/30/2008 5:30:47 PM
I wish I'd read this before getting involved with her: "Never make someone your Priority, when You remain their Option."

8/28/2008 8:42:57 PM
I tried to be completely honest with My last CM playmate and was rewarded with deceit and lies. I was hurt to discover that her words were only that, just words. So I took My profile away from here for a short while but now I am back. I've decided that honesty is still the best policy and will move forward with that philosophy.

6/25/2008 11:26:16 PM
As I write this I am creating My fifth cane. I have tried various materials and found that the easiest and most effective starting point is a fiberglas fishing rod. I have used bamboo and while it works quite well, it frays over time. (I also enjoy the effect of a nice green branch but they don't hold up very long) My first one I made by wrapping the handle and length in black electrical tape. I started at the handle which I had fashioned out of rope and wrapped it all the way down and back. I used almost a whole rod (almost 40"/1m) but I have since found that it is too long to apply accurately. I prefer a carefully controlled caning, spacing out the blows to cover the entire buttocks and that length makes control difficult. My next I made from cutting a longer pole into two parts. I wanted a heavier cane and this provided one about 36" (90cm) by about .5" (1cm) and the other about 20" (50cm). The first part I added three tassels of knotted leather to the end and then wrapped it in thin deerskin leather. This worked well but it was very difficult to keep the leather tight and created a seam that must always be faced away from the target when used. The second part was almost an afterthought. I wanted a small, accurate, and easily transportable one and this fit the bill perfectly. I finished it by dipping the tip and the handle in 'Plasti-Dip', a liquid vinyl that is designed for dipping tool handles in. One or two coats provided a nice tip, about 3/16" (.3cm) and several dippings created a nice handle. This cane can be used in the usual method or flexed and allowed to strike exactly where one wants. The first time I used this I used it on My slave's thighs and it worked beautifully, leaving distinct ridges and stripes that were sensitive for days afterward, adding a visible twinge of pain every time she wrapped her smooth thighs around My waist. My newest was made from the distal end of a break-down pole, in much the same way. I will use it on her this weekend and report (and have her report) on its effectiveness.

6/15/2008 7:59:16 AM
Years ago I created a very light and yet quite effective little flogger that has become known, by various subs and now My slave, as the Pussy Whip. I took a thin piece of deerskin leather about 10" wide (though it was along a rough edge so the width varied widely) and after marling a 4" section that would be the handle, sliced it into 1/32" strips. It took a long time to make (I'm pretty sure I was under the influence of certain stimulants that I used to abuse in My youth). It has a rather crude or rough appearance but it is always a favorite of those who feel its sting. The sting is short, sharp, and intense, but it fades quickly. It is excellent for genitals, including a lust-swollen clit, even for those with a relatively low threshold. Though if repeated again and again in the same spot, it can be quite 'breath-taking.' My slave has written an homage to it: Last night Master whipped me with His special pussy whip. Master made this whip- a mini flogger made of butter-soft leather cut into very thin strips. When it strikes, the sting does not last for long, and for this reason i like to call it the ?kissing whip.? It is my favorite and i asked for Him to use it. At night when W/we retire for the evening, it is customary that i wear wrist and ankle cuffs to bed along with my collar. Master secured my bonds and then began to play with me with His fingers. As my pussy began to moisten, He switched to my vibrator and asked me to show Him how i liked it to be used. It wasn?t long before i was mewing in pleasure as Master stoked my wet pussy and teased my thighs to no end. Next, he put two clothespins on my labia and used my vibrator to tease me to another orgasm. The sensation was delicious; the dull throbbing pain of the pins pinching my lips contrasting with the vibrator tickling my clit. i begged Master to whip me, and i could tell from the look in His eyes that He would be more than happy to oblige me . i asked him to gag me, and produced a black silk scarf that he fashioned into a gag, positioned in my mouth, and tied it behind my head. He then rolled me onto my belly and proceeded to whip me with a red and gold flogger that He made of braided leather. It hurts like blazes but makes almost no noise (an important consideration when you don't live alone). Master lashed my back, ass, and legs as i lay as still and quiet as possible- something that i am being trained to do. He was pleased with me, calling me His ?good girl? and then rolled me over again for more pussy torture. Again, His fingers teased my soaking wet cunt as i headed toward another climax. i was so aroused from being bound and gagged that i gestured for my vibrator and the kissing whip. i used the vibrator while Master gave me a long and loving lashing. He lashed me from breasts to thighs, each ?kiss? exciting me more, compounded by the sensation of the pocket rocket. i watched him intently throughout the scene; drowning in the warmth of his touch and the sound of my muffled moans. At times it seemed as if Master was in a trance, meticulously exacting his torture, but then turning His eyes to mine, watching my reactions, O/our eyes fixed in the moment. I love these moments when He is teaching me that pain and pleasure are one and the same. When she wrote and sent this to Me I noticed that she had made numerous errors in capitalization (I know that many find this artificial and stifling but W/we do not. I consider it an act of respect and know that it adds to her feeling of submission) At first she claimed it was a 'rough draft.' Next that she was in a hurry to send it to Me. Until I pointed out that she had said, after writing it, "Now I have to go back and correct all the capitalization." It was then that she asked, "Am i going to be punished?" "Of course." I assured her, laughing. Good slave that she is, she immediately knew that she had exhausted her defense and since this was something that I had told her would not be tolerated, she accepted her fate. I have not decided what that punishment will be. Probably one stroke from either cane or belt for each error (there were 9).

6/9/2008 8:59:42 PM
THE PUNISHMENT Master?s Thoughts Before I left the house I put the wooden stool that she would lean over in the middle of the living room and left the 2" wide belt coiled on top. I knew she would find it and know what was in store. she was kneeling in My hall, hands behind her head, head slightly bowed. Normally when I find her thus I take a second to pause and enjoy her beauty, but this was different. I had her ask politely for her punishment, told her to turn around, and wait while I went and fetched her leash. Returning, I fixed it to her collar and had her crawl into the next room, stand, and lean over the stool. I asked her why she was being punished. My slave's thoughts When i arrived at Master's house, i immediately saw the stool with the belt on top. i tried to ignore my fate and chose to concentrate on getting myself ready for his arrival. i knew that He would be home by 1pm, so i undressed, arranged myself in the proper position (sitting on heels, thighs parted, back arched, head lowered, and arms flat behind my head,) and waited. When i heard him coming up the stairs, i began to get nervous. Would he be stern and swift to punish me? Would he be tender after our ordeal? He opened the door and closed it slowly. i could tell that he was looking at me. He knelt down and gathered me into his arms and whispered "Let's get this out of the way." He asked me to wait and when He returned with the leash, (He guided me into the living room where the stool and belt awaited. "Tell my why you are being punished?'' " i was jealous and deleted O/our profiles off of the internet." Master?s Thoughts she was obviously nervous as I explained what I required of her (Asking for punishment, counting each lash, thanking Me, and asking for another lash-five total.) I leaned in and whispered, "Be a good girl. Hold on to the stool and don't let go." I did not hesitate, as soon as her request was out of her mouth I struck with the folded belt, straight across both cheeks of her lovely ass. she tensed every muscle in her frame, moaned softly, but did not let go of her perch. 'Thank You, Master" was all she said, "May i please have 4 more lashes of the belt?" Inside I was bursting with pride, pleased that she took it so well and I quickly followed it with the second. Again she tensed, exhaling heavily, but she did not let go. her thoughts i continued to count each of my lashes and ask for more. After each blow, i held on to the stool for dear life, took as deep of a breath as i could manage, braced for the lash, and tried to control my free-flowing tears. After the fifth lash, i heard the belt drop to the floor. Master took my hands and pulled me into his lap as he sat in a nearby chair. i clung to Him crying uncontrollably while His words soothed me. He whispered softly and wiped away my tears with His lips. ?I am very proud of you. you are my good girl,? was all that i heard. i continued to cry as He assured me that all was forgiven.

6/7/2008 3:58:30 PM
Today, after My morning's work I found Myself actually dreading the task before Me as I climbed the short hill to My home. I knew that My slave would be waiting for Me, naked and presenting herself in the hall of My apartment, which I more than looked forward to, but I knew that I was going to have to punish her. I differentiate quite strongly between Punishment and Sado-masochistic play. I ritualize the punishment, make My sub explain why she is being punished, do not allow her the luxury of bondage, and do not use it as a prelude to any sort of sexual activity. But, having completed it, the transgressions for which it was applied are COMPLETELY forgiven and never brought up again, the sub is comforted and her tears are dried. sassy took her punishment, five hard blows from a doubled belt, while leaning over and holding on to the top of a stool. I believe that her copious tears had more to do with her realization that she had displeased her Master than the pain. These acts, I am quite happy to report, have brought U/us closer as Master and slave and as a couple.

12/29/2007 9:59:20 PM
A nice person responded to my only journal entry and I realized that it, like my pics, were at least a year old. I've added a bunch of new pics, one of my new look for work: 1950s Hardware Guy. And a couple of photos of my artwork, paintings on black velvet as well as some older pics of myself including my appearance on Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? I've met some very lovely women here recently whose round bottoms seem to cry out for the firm, work-roughened hands of this hardware guy.

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