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We have a wonderful submissive here who writes about his experiences as a subbie and his adventures in Kink.

Here is his latest Offering:

The path of discovery into the multiple levels of Human Sexuality and the inner layers of our fragile and/or indomitable human spirits that lays open when couples unlock the door to kink, fetish, and the BD/SM, D/s Lifestyle can be richly rewarding, but is fraught with perilous dangers. It is possibly the most extreme form of 'play' we can explore. I know of three relationships personally that have gone down these roads. Two out of three of these relationships crumbled in flames largely because of the journey. It was not pretty. I know because one of them was mine and it cost me the best friend I ever had.

There are multiple layers of behavior, cultural origination, and socio-economic status that play factors in the success or destruction of such relationships and they are all compounded by the keystone of drug use. Everything becomes more complicated when drugs are involved. It starts off extremely problematic, but when people are riding the roller coaster of ups, downs, hangovers, misinterpretation of data and open-wound-like tenuous, thin-skinned, phenomenon's that drugs bring to the table, it becomes a knot that cannot be untied. Personalities and people become moving targets: Are they High? Are they needing to fix? Are they in a listening place? Are they hungover? Where are they on the scale and who am I talking to now? Leaving drugs aside, for the moment, the Journey begins here: First the trifecta of FEAR, GUILT, and SHAME must be faced down. Some people are much more equipped to face these demons.

They come from stable, loving, supportive and unconditionally loving families. They have much less baggage to carry around. Those (like me) who have come from dysfunctional families seem to have extra helpings of Fear, Guilt and shame, which Ironically, has led them down the fetish roads for relief, but leaves them ill-equipped to deal with the fundamental dynamics they present. The one successful relationship I can point to features a Lady who is well aware of her cultural background of an abandoned child. This awareness came in the BD/SM realm, serving a Master who she now can admit she 'used' to 'deal with her own shit,' while not dealing with it directly.
She had found a Man to abandon her by design, because that is what Love was modeled for her, but in being abandoned again, It did not make it better, it made it even worse. In this crucible, however, she discovered that it was not the Master's shit: It was HER shit. Finally having come to terms with this, she was able to move on to a relationship that worked with Kink as a major component, but only after she had come to terms with the childhood stuff that haunted her. And what does this relationship look like? There is mutual understanding and a willingness to learn and grow. There is Mutual admiration and respect. There is balance. Both parties have worked in the sex industry and both can compartmentalize the Professional realm and the personal world. She is a dominatrix which turns him on, but he is not afraid of what she does, nor is he jealous. He is in fact the Dominant one when they engage in the Vanilla world. The Roles reverse, but still he views the Mistress as 'the greatest women he ever met!' (his exclamation.) He likes what she does and accepts it with TOTAL trust. It is, as he says "None of my business." As she gets her 'kink fix' and he must get his, on the other side of the coin, she accepts also with complete totality his need to watch porn, masturbate, and get his fix also without jealousy. She even goes so far as to apologize when she finds him beating off to porn without her, for failing to 'be there' for him. She enjoys when he dominates her in the vanilla sex that by both accounts, there is plenty to enjoy.

This is all quite counter to the two disastrous relationships that were devastated by the kink worlds. My lover discovered my addiction to kink, but rather than being appalled, she embraced it. She made me feel safe with my fear, guilt and shame and I fell deeply in love with her for the freedom of expression this offered. We played together quite successfully for some time, fueled with steadily increasing doses of drugs. Then she turned pro. We were partners in this for some time and it was great fun and full of excitement, but slowly and surely multiple layers of turbulence piled up and festered. The balance became non-existant. Trust was lost. She got her kink on in a multiplicity of ways and looked to me for the vanilla relief, but I was left hungry for kink and grew jealous and resentful of the opportunities she had, but I did not. The pain drove me further into drugs, while she backed off of them. In this period I craved higher highs, more radical trips into sub space and was introduced to crystal Meth, which was like seeing God. inhibitions, responsibility, and selflessness vanished when I was high on meth. I became dangerous, which scared her even further into relative sobriety. Meanwhile, the compartmentalization eroded. Trespasses in the vanilla world were brought into the dungeon and mistakes in the dungeon were
brought into the bedroom. Play for her was 'play' or 'work,' but for me it was a critical part of growing addictions and a mandatory component of daily life that became an obsession. She was left alone while I endlessly hunted for the next fix, the next hit, the next adventure, having become insatiable. Meanwhile she had plenty of opportunities and my hunger was a turn off. We fought valiantly to get back to the good place, exploring ever more radical activities, but play partners were chosen poorly, group scenes and parties went bad, leaving her embarrassed and questioned by the kink community and I was left banished. The deep pain of jealousy, abandonment, and failure fueled my drug and kink needs even more. We drifted further and further apart and never effectively debriefed or unraveled what went wrong and how it was getting worse. Simple conversations became impossible: Mutual disrespect, mistrust and animosity grew and grew unchecked. And so we spiraled in to the inevitable crash landing; her moving on to a new lover and a career in the realm and me landing ostracized and a blight on her good name.

This does not hold a candle to the other failed relationship. In this one, The man knew from the Get-go that she was a practicing professional Domminatrix and seemingly accepted it. In the opening phase of courting, she told him all. This seemingly was a relationship based on total honesty and truth, but it turned out to be an illusion. Wheareas She had come clean, he had not. The solid foundation of trust eroded slowly at first, with him making demands on what she could and could not do in her professional sessions and her deeply resenting it. His drug use escaleted, (I would hypothesize, from personal experience, out of frustration.) This widened the gap, but when she found out he had kinky fetishes of his own that he had not revealed, this was the beginning of the end. The discovery made, he failed to accept his culpability and responsibility and blamed her for his inner demons. All along the seemingly healthy relationship had been crippled by his inability to grapple with his fear, guilt, and shame over his secret fetishes. The fact that she was so free and easy about hers, no doubt, fed fuel to that fire, pushing him deeper into the hole. The most tragically ironic thing about this couple is: All along the way he had a partner that was willing to work with and embrace his secret world, but he couldn't get out of himself to
see it. He had it all, right in the palm of his hand and now he has nothing but ruins.

The healthy couple has stated that it is the unresolved childhood stuff, our cultural origination and the way 'love' was modeled for us that determines how we we will deal with the pressures and questions that emerge from playing in the BD/SM, D/s world. Jealousy emerges out of old wounds. I hope this has been helpful, kinksters. I can't pretend to be an expert on how it should be done, but I certainly know all too well how it should not.

A Testimonial From one of the Divine Mistress Extrema's Slaves:

 arrived 15 minutes early noit wanting to make Mistress wait for me.  I was nervous and locked in my chastity cage.  When Mistress opened the door lets say WOW.  The boots...oh if I wasnt locked in my cage I would have had a full blown erection right then.  I entered and was escorted down stairs to a well equi dungeon.  Mistress asked if I had something for her and I handed her the key to my chastity cage...what a feeling to know she now held the key to my cock.
 
I was then told to undress and to re-dress in a black short dress.  The sleeves went all the way down to my wrists yet the dress came almost to but did not cover my chastity cage or my ass...I was placed in some black sexy heel, about 4 inches and then Mistress placed a posture collar on me....finally a hood and leash...I was prepared, nervous but ready to serve.
 
Mistress directed me towards the windex and paper towels...I was tasked to clean every mirror in the dungeon..and there were a lot, 9 of them as I recall...I could see myself in each one of them as I washed them for her..my cock screaming for release from its cage.
 
I did not dally and had the mirrors done fairly quickly, again not wanting to disapoint Mistress...then Mistress asked me how I felt about being in the presence of another of her subs...I hesitated.  I had NEVER been dressed as a woman in front of anyone before I arrived at her home, and now I was going to live out a humiliation fantasy...I told her I was ok with it, and she took the leash and led me upstairs.  Oh crap was the thought that raced through my mind as I saw the other sub was a female...here I am dressed in a short dress, high heels and my chastity cage clearly visible to Mistress's pet...did I see her pet give a slight smile, I think so and if not for the hood the deep red bluch on my face would have been clear for all to see...I was humiliated.
 
My second task was to sweep, then mop Mistress kitchen floor.  I enjoy domestic service and was more then eager to show Mistress my cleaning talents.  After sweeping, a bucket was filled with warm water and I was handed a sponge.  Yes, I was going to be on my hands and knees scrubbing Mistress's floor...which I did.
 
At some point, I was told to stand, and Mistress used a riding crop on my chest, nipples, and balls.  Just a reminder that I was there to serve her...all this was done while Mistress's pet took video and pictures...more humiliation.
 
After the floor was clean Mistress treated me to a treat !  I was taken back to the dungeon and placed on an examination table.  My hands secured opver my head, and my legs to a spreader bar and raised high in the air.  Mistress ran the video camera and instructed her pet to remove the chastity cage,  My cock freed from its small cage quickly grew into a full erection...cold lube was placed on my throbbing cock and pet was instructed to stroke me whiel I begged for the opportunity to cum...my mind was on one thing and one thing only...I was completely aroused and trying to hold back but Mistress's pet was not having any of that...pet torn an orgasm from my body, a very powerful one and then once drained the moment of truth. Mistress's pet took her hand with my cum covering it and my eyes widened as her hand approached my mouth.  I had wanted to do this for some time, but now I was eagerly eating my own cum while being video taped.
 
I was released, and layed on the floor, covered with a blanket and given time to "come" down..I needed it.
 
In just a few hours more than a few of my fantasies were fulfilled...and I eager await the next time I can serve Mistress Extrema.
 
Regrets...only one.  When I was leave Mistress told me that I was to kiss her pets hand, then kiss hers as a thank you.  My regret is that I did not drop to my knees and kiss her feet for allowing me to serve her.
 
Her sissy slut

THE CALIGULARIUM has been blessed in the last week with Four exxxtroidnary sub-slut-servants who have offered up their gift of submission and servitude. The yard is raked, the Kitchen, spotless, the bathroom squeaky clean, the dungeon immaculate and all implements sterilized, wrapped in protective plastic, ready for action. We treasure and honor Your wonderful gifts of service.

The act of submission is an act of trust, respect, and Love.

We here admire and respect all Who have conquered their Guilt, Fear, and Shame to emerge butterfly-like from the oppressive coccoon of Societys Judgement.

What a lovely day it is Today...A blessing.

Best wishes to all.

Busy day at THE CALIGULARIUM!

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Among our stable of Slaves we have a wonderful Subbie who has a column he writes about the Magickal Realms of BD/SM and D/s. Here is one he has asked us to share:

"Welcome to the wonderful world of Bondage, Domination, Sado-Masochism and Dominance and Submission. It is a physical and spiritual place filled with delicious duality's and paradoxes and inhabited by peoples of all races, political, financial, and social status. From the lowest of the low to the highest of the high: It is a BIG club. (And growing bigger, all the time).

In the days before the internet, connections were made through Porn stores and clubs that were  hard to find and very exclusive. As the information highway has expanded, the ways in which a kinkster may be granted entree into these realms has exploded exponentially. There is a good side and bad side to this.

In so very many ways, the art of BD/SM is a Thrill ride much like going on the roller coaster at Disney land. It is a blending of Eros, Fetish,  and Fear---to grossly oversimplify it---and there are many thrillseekers and adrenaline Junkies for which that is where it starts and ends: A method of play. For Others, however, it is a much, much deeper experience and very much a ‘therapy’ of sorts that no other treatment can deliver. Some humans must carry around pain So great, so burdensome, so overwhelming and unrelenting that only a greater, more immediate pain can temporarily abate it. Certainly there are as many reasons a person wants to get whipped, or spanked, or humiliated, or degraded, or pissed on (or whatever) as there are stars in the sky, but in the very broadest of strokes these are two definable categories: Those who do it for fun and those who do it because they have to.

I am certainly more in the latter category. As such, I have been with uncountable Dominatrix’ all over the world and have seen the best and worst the dark realms have to offer. It can be a place of great unconditional acceptance and real Love, but it is also filled with arrogance, exclusivity, holier-than-thou types and unspoken rules of conduct that are easily broken without any knowledge of them.  Again and again and again I have been witness; it only takes one asshole to ruin the party for everyone.

For the newcomer, the sex addict tethered to his or her computer poring over the multiplicity of ads and sites on the internet that offer so much, here are some rules of thumb to keep in mind as You begin Your journey of self-discovery.

There are Two kinds of Dommes out there: The kind that Loves their craft, is devoted to it and rejoices in the practice of Power exchange and the ones that only want your money. Know the Lifestyle Domme by their elaborate and meticulous application process. Know the fake by the lack of same. It is a very expensive habit and a REAL Dominatrix will have all the tools of the trade, practice EXTREME hygiene and will respect and protect your anonymity with their life. The hack is only interested in strip mining You for all they can get and will laugh you off as a freak who dosen’t deserve anything more. They don’t last long.

I have been blessed to be with 90% of the Seattle area Pro-Dommes and I can give You a review so you might find what You are looking for...

(Of course, the rules of annonymity cut both ways, so I can’t use their real names, but if You are clever, You can figure it out, if, like me, You know every kinky site like the back of Your hand:...)

MISTRESS X: This one is as real as it gets. Powerful, creative, unforgiving and deeply in tune with the Gift of submission a subbie brings to her. This is the Dominatrix that made me a believer. After my first session with her, my body ached, my mind reeled, and my spirit was renewed, knowing that I had truly been put through a wringer and emerged stronger than I was before. The lighting, the Opera music, the tone and cadence of her voice made all doubts or fears vanish. She made me WANT to, YEARN to, surrender to her in every way I could. she played hard, she played rough, and it was real. I still get goosebumps thinking about it.

Mistress XX: Not for the faint of heart. She too is real. There is no role-play. You will go where She dictates. there is no ‘topping from the bottom,’ with this one and she refuses to use safe words. This is TRUE submission and TRUE domination. I have twice had to ‘red’ out of a session with this Genuine Goddess, much to my dismay, but this was an act I found out later, she truly regretted. (and was happy I came back for more.) She wants to take her sluts to the edge...right to the brink...but she does not want to go over the line. This is the price of pushing the envelope of a persons psyche and sexuality, but if you aren’t calling out a ‘yellow’ or the occasional ‘red.’ The job is not getting done. Probably not the best choice for the absoloute newbie, but a treasure for the intermediate and advanced player.

Mistress XXX: Is a strinkingly beautiful Woman of great artistry and grace. Her beauty alone will send You to Your knees, but her soothing, calming, manner will keep You there. She made me do unspeakable things. She brought me to that place where the next day, I looked myself in the mirror and realized I had stepped through to another level. (“Did I REALLY do that?”) In the hands of a lesser Domme, this may have been too shattering, but the love and appreciation she showed for my willingness to go there, trumped the negativity and filled me with pride that I endured. I can still remember with awe her holding my sweaty, hyperventilated, body close, tight, and secure as I struggled to regain my ‘composure.’ She spoke of the ‘gifts’ she had given and Truly the acts we did were exactly that: It was An exorcism of sorts.

MISTRESS XXXX: Is not a looker. Her program is elaborate and all encompassing. Her application process is meticulous as are her thousands of tools. she is an unabashed Sadist and delights in inflicting pain. She asks that You tell her when it really hurts so she can keep You there. The smile on her face will make you want to take more. She knows more about what You want than You do, I guarantee it. Her aftercare, the bringing down (Or up, depending on how you look at it) is a rare and exquisite pleasure the like of which I have never known before or since.

MISTRESS XXXXX: Is a relative newcomer to the medium, having started her career much later in life than most dommes seem to do. She will take You to the special places with care and love. You are safe with her on every level. Her inexperience is not a factor: Clearly she is a fast learner, a deep devotee who studies books and conducts seminars.  This is where and what she was meant to be and do. I have watched her ‘bloom’ with admiration and awe. She is deeply in tune with her role as part counselor, part therapist, and part playmate. I would highly reccomend her to the newbie as a perfect entrance exam to the lifestyle.

I could go on, but these are my top five Local Dommes. I won’t waste my breath dishing the dirt on the poseurs that are out to rip You off, but I can tell you this: Never do a ‘session’ in a hotel room. This is a Big red flag. Just because a lady has  pair of kinky boots, fishnet stockings, a set of handcuffs and a cheap, lame, weak, whip they bought at K-Mart does NOT make her a Domme. The experience will be cheap, tawdry, and a turn off. You may be thinking You are getting a bargain: You are not. You will be getting ripped off. The gift You give by handing over Your power will be vomited on and you will emerge weaker, robbed, and demoralized.

Expect to pay at least $300.00 for a real session, but better yet, get up into the $500 to $600.00 range if You want an experience that will resonate deep into your mind and soul. A one hour session is just a tease. There is not enough time to get into sub-space and really groove on it. A two hour session is the absolute minimum. The surroundings and tools are critical; very expensive to buy and maintain and this is something You must learn to respect. The Pro Domme has made a vast investment in Your playspace: You must feel safe, you must feel secure, You must know that anything that goes into your body has been sterilized and neutralized of all contaminants. There must be EXPLICIT negotiations of limits and they MUST be respected. The fakes will leave you marked when you expressly forbid it ‘just to get You in trouble.’ And Trouble You will have. This is not fun.

If You are trying to cheap out, You may be hunting the escort pages and asking them “Do You enjoy Domination?”  If they say: “ I can do that,” they are working You. Don’t be fooled. Life is short. Go for the gold. The act of submission will put You at great peril (that’s part of the fun) and an inexperienced or fake Domme can harm you---not just hurt you. Seious and irreversable damage can be done to nerves and vital organs and small bones in Your hands can be broken, leaving you crippled. It is not like it looks on TV or the internet. Be careful, Choose well, and be safe. If You show up at the Ladies Door and she dosen’t look anything like the pictures on her site: RUN!!!! This is the biggest fake of all and You owe her nothing. She is providing a service and until you have her collar on, you are just a potential customer, with a right to decline when you have been bait and switched. If they have lied at the get go, they will lie later.

Good hunting, sluts. Be safe."

-He who cannot be tamed.

A profoundly erotic Video shoot last night with a Dominant Lady and her subbie sissy boy. What delightfully kinky folks. Thank You Two! Amazing!

Playing in the Dungeon tonight...

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