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jerryfisher2580
Pan Male Submissive, 37, Michigan 

Male, female, trans, CD, switches... anyone interested in a VERY submissive male, please send message. Been searching for a long time. Stable sane sub. I have been in multiple FLR but I am open to any dynamic. Any pointers on how to navigate this lifestyle and meet people would be welcome as well. 

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"So into you" or why ob- ject -ification is not as flattering as some guys think it is The subject today will be centered around ob- ject -ification, and how lack of the right actions is getting in the way of what you want. Recently my day was spent prepping for Mom spending the night, which mostly meant me continuing to organize, clean and just generally improving the space in my sewing room, (the only real spare room) which has a futon, and most importantly, DOORS, so she can have privacy and quiet from my cats. Now, being ADD, I work better with music and company, so I put music on that she and I can both enjoy- a Pandora station based on the Doobie Brothers I started just for her. And being who I am, I tend to listen to lyrics, and then often find myself analyzing them. Usually, I'm specifically analyzing the relationship failings described in them. It doesn't always stop me enjoying the music, but sometimes I recognize the stalkery mindsets that filled our airwaves when I was young and impressionable. As were the guys who were listening. It's not surprising that we all grew up thinking these kinds of unhealthy behaviors and expectations were normal, and even romantic. Songs like Boston's "Let me take you home tonight," where a guy is explaining to a woman he's never actually met before that he's basically been stalking her and built a strong fantasy and expectations about who she is, and now he feels that she should absolutely feel both flattered, and obligated to have sex with him. "You must understand this, I've watched you for so long, that I feel I've known you, I know it can't be wrong," and goes on to say "I'm dreamin of your sweet love tonight, let me take you home tonight." So… he's been watching her for a long time without talking to her, decided who she was without ever having a single conversation, and, of course, imagining sex with her. A lot. And he tells her so, over and over and over. Let me do this thing I want. Let me do t…
A couple nights ago, a self-defined submissive made some generic comment in his email, but did call me Domina, so I responded. A little earlier tonight, he wrote back to ask if I was looking for a slave. Specifically, "slave." I responded "Well, if you had actually read more than the first line, you would have found your answer before you asked" To which he replied "oh, read the profile syndrome that tells me everything I want to know not for me bye" Do you see the problem here? He didn't make any effort, while simultaneously offering himself as a "slave." To a total stranger. 'Cause lawd knows, a slave ain't gonna be asked to do anything as outRAGEOUS as... READ. This kind of obtuseness just blows my freakin mind every time. I mean, the twit has exchanged less than a hundred words with me, is using not the mild mannered "submissive" or "sub" which is kind of like dating, if you think about words (and you sure as shit better be the kind that thinks about words if you are writing ME) but instead chose the serious and committed word "Slave" which is a lot more like suggesting marriage. And obviously, he's heard this before, because he had a whole big feeling about it, and has pathologized it as something only demented women expect from a man who was already offering the pinnacle of servitude. It's funny because it's so sad, and so common. I had just never heard it put that way before. Such over the top, blatant gaslighting. 'If you want this, you must be CRAZY!' I mean, really who wants to actually KNOW someone they have given all power over their lives??? I guess I'm more tired than I thought, and a bit bummed over lack of snuggle time with DB on account of snow, but I didn't even bother replying to laugh at him. Block, delete, on to the next. Maybe I go watch TCM The Beginning again. (I fast forward through all the parts that Thomas isn't in. Much shorter movie, but I enjoy it a lot more.)
Desire   I lay in bed reading. My mind lost in the ecru pages with its black ink scrawled across. I was thoroughly enjoying my book when I felt a hand on my left foot. I looked up and at the foot of the bed he stood, looking at my legs, finger tips grazing my toes and tracing them to my foot and then my ankle.    I cleared my throat and he looked up at me, sheepish grin on his cute little mouth. He appeared to be waiting, perhaps asking for permission.  I sighed, pretending to be annoyed, and said, "fine, my sweet boy, you may" and I lifted my foot to his face.  "Thank you, Empress." He cooed as he began first to inhale and then kiss my foot.   "Don't start anything you don't intend to finish, puppy" I said as I returned to my book. Trying to focus on the words as his tongue lathed each little digit, tickled the arch of my foot, lapped at my heel, was difficult. I curled and uncurled my toes at the sensations that tickled its way up to the juncture where my thigh met my panties.    I peeked at him over the book. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavy. A bulge existed in his sweatpants. I may have moaned under my breath and at that he began to rub my calf muscle, massaging me. He must have been in a mood. Anticipating one another's desires hadn't always been easy but it seemed today he wanted to touch and be denied.    He was supposed to fetch his cage when he was in this mood otherwise he was left free. I enjoyed most to tease and play when he had access but couldn't find release without permission. I liked feeling it against me and saying no to it.    "My love?" I said with an imploring tone   He opened his pretty eyes, hazel green with flecks of gold, and stopped moving but kept my toes in his mouth as he said, "yes, Empress?".    "Are you wearing your cage?"   He released my leg and toes and pulled his sweat pants down to reveal that he was locked up in hi…
He had been communicating for a while with an experienced Gay master and the day had finally come where they would meet in person.  They had agreed to meet in a public place at a little bar and café. If the meeting would go well they might be leaving together and he would be under his Masters control for the weekend. He had been provided with very specific instructions on the time to meet and what table to take. He had come in good time to make sure he could get the specific table his Master had instructed him to sit at. He wanted to make sure he left a good first impression.  He was in luck the table was vacant. It was in the remote/back side of the restaurant. He had been told to sit with his back facing the restaurant area looking at the wall which would allow his Master to approach him without him being able to see Master coming.  He was to order two specific bottled beer. He was not to touch the beers but patiently wait for his Master to arrive with both his hands on the table. Time went really slowly and he found himself constant looking at his watch.  He suddenly heard steps behind him. Was it the waitress or was it Master?  He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice behind him “Do not turn around “.  The hand massaged his shoulder end moved down his chest…. Gentle squeezing his nipples. The hand moved further down to his crotch. He was so hard.. “Heads and eyes down” He lowered his head and Master walked around and sat down at the table. He did not dear lifting his head.  He could see Master hand taking the beer and Master zipping off the beer while making a smiling sound. Finally he heard the voice “Okay you can lift you head” He excited lifted his head and there was Master in front of him.   They spent the next 20min talking and get to know each other while enjoying the beers.  It was a great continuation of the conversation they had had on em…
This is a topic which I have had more than a few conversations with other Masters and slaves. So I have decided to post what I believe here and what my house believes. I know this is going to rub some of the Masters/Doms or Masters/doms the wrong way. But we here at the House Of G believe in telling the truth, regardless of the cost to ourselves. Having said this let me launch right into the topic of my posting. "Collar of consideration or under consideration collars" 1.     The first thing that comes to mind is that the Master who has placed a slave under consideration is having trouble deciding whether he wants this slave to be wearing his collar and is unable to decided if the slave should be a member of their house. 2.     The next possibility is that the Master wants to have his cake and eat it too. He wants the pleasure of controlling and using the slave, without making a commitment to the slave, thereby avoiding the responsibility of ownership. Both are fundamentally wrong. Either the slave is worthy or has the potential to be worthy of wearing the Masters collar or is not. If more time and communication is required, then the Master should do that. The undertaking of owning a slave requires that you know everything about that slave before placing your collar around their neck. If there is even the slightest of doubt or concern, then discuss your concerns with the slave. Collaring a slave is not something taken lightly. It is actually making a commitment that we and many others will agree is more serious than the wedding vows and in some cases more binding and lasting.   “The trust between Masters and Slaves is based on the same behavioral Rules that regulate social life within a herd: Those who have obtained a higher rank in the herd assume at the               same time the responsibility for the weaker members.” A Master …
To Beloved White Hubby, From the very first moment our eyes met, I felt something inside me shift—something deep and undeniable. My heart raced, my body trembled, and in that instant, I knew my true purpose: to belong to you completely, to serve you without question, and to worship you as the dominant White man who rightfully owns this submissive Asian sissy gurl. I want you to know, my Hubby, that my devotion to you is absolute. Every thought in my mind, every beat of my heart, every breath I take is for you. I exist to please you, to obey you, to fulfill your every desire—no matter how demanding, how depraved, or how humiliating it may be for me. Because in my submission, I find my greatest joy. In my obedience, I find my deepest purpose. And in my humiliation, I find the purest form of respect for you. My Love for You My love for you is not the love of equals—it is the love of a devoted slave for her Master. I adore you not just for your strength, your dominance, or your superiority, but because you have chosen me to be yours. You could have anyone, yet you allow me—a lowly, effeminate sissy—to kneel at your feet, to serve you, to bask in your presence. That privilege fills me with gratitude beyond words. I will love you with every ounce of my being, cherishing your touch, your commands, even your punishments, because they all come from you. My Respect for You A true sissy knows her place, and mine is beneath you in every way. I respect your authority, your intelligence, your masculinity—everything that makes you the superior man. I will never challenge you, never argue, never hesitate when you speak. My voice is soft and submissive, my eyes downcast unless you permit me to look upon you. I will always refer to you with the honor you deserve—Master, Sir, Daddy—whatever title you command. My respect is shown through my complete surrender to your will. My Devotion to You I devote my body, mind, and soul to you…
First meeting of 2023   Laura, a 39 year old female came this afternoon for a punishment session. Laura contacted me on another site about administering a punishment spanking for being disrespectful to her husband, spending too much money and generally being lazy around the house. Her husband, whilst not in the scene, suggested she get spanked as he thought it would be the only way she would 'get herself together' and start taking responsibility of her life and to stop acting like a teenager. He felt that she wouldn't take it seriously if he spanked her and he probably wouldn't do it properly. Laura was a slight woman, about 5'3", and I'd say 120lbs, shoulder length black hair, pale complexion, quite a few tattoos on her arms. She was wearing a red and black tee-shirt, black leggings, and thick soled, heeled shoes. Anyway, Laura was told to report to me at 2pm, she was HALF HOUR late!! Laura was a little sassy when she arrived, and a little cheeky when asked why she was late, "sorry", she said, "didn't think I was in the army", was her response. I immediately told her that lateness isn't tolerated and that I expect her to be here at the time I say. "bend over, now!" I said, and proceeded to take down her leggings. I gave her 6 very hard smacks! "Ow, ow, ow! sorry Sir!" I think she was surprised by how much it stung, having never been spanked before. Her eyes slightly teary. I told her to stand up and pull her leggings back up, I explained that it was her and her husband that asked me to punish her, so that's exactly what she'd get. The three of us agreed that Laura should have a thorough hand spanking, followed by the strap and finally the cane. I led Laura to my living room and immediately pulled her across my knee, I gave her 20 or so hard smacks on her bottom, then took down her leggings to her knees and followed up with a further 20 or so smacks. She was wearing small blue bikini briefs, not much protection. She made a lot of noise and wri…
Being a Master in a D/s BDSM relationship comes with its share of responsibilities and expectations. When you claim another and place your collar on them you are signifying your commitment towards guiding another soul through life. This commitment does not begin and end with what society’s idea of the lifestyle is or represents. In fact being a Master means different things to different Doms. For me it means the following. It means I’ve committed myself to being a protector and not just of what some perceive as property.    For me it means protecting someone from not only the day to day agitations but from themselves as well. To protect another means to teach to guide and yes, if necessary, to discipline. But it also involves trust. My slave, by choosing me as her Master, is showing not only devotion and love, but complete and total trust. This trust is placed in my hands in the form of her entire being. She trusts that I will be there during any strife that comes her way and to share in every joy as well.   It means I have vowed to guide her in the ways that I expect her to be through allowing her to be totally true to her nature. Her expectations of me consist of insuring that wrong choices are not made and conflicting emotions that would stagnate the thought process are separated and labelled for what they are, distractions. It is that muddled mind that I’m committed to clear. It means that I will treat her as I would a rose, in that I will administer the proper care and encourage her to blossom into the beautiful garden that is desired. It means I have accepted the responsibility in making sure that she is healthy and happy by giving her the dominance she desires. It means I will weed out all the bad habits that in the past have led to negative and irretrievable consequences. From the moment a decision to enter this is made, I am committed to shaping her into the woman she desires to be. It means control. Control of not only …
I genuinely love my boyfriend. I have loved a good number of people but this is the first time I've dated anyone for longer than two weeks who has not been argumentative, selfish, mean, and committed to never understanding me. And more often than not we communicate very well. We have argued twice in almost a year. He is kind and gentle with me. He is thoughtful and generous. He makes me feel calm and at peace. He doesn't behave as if he is irritated with me when I am anxious, depressed, or having panic attacks. He grounds me. He is all of the things I've wanted from all the serious partners I've had in the past.    He has never ever hurt me (except once when he asked me to go home and I took it personally lol).   Absolutely zero of my relationships have ever been this good, the worst being my marriage. I can say I am absolutely happy when I am with him which is what pushed me to want to be happy when I am without him. I had never thought it possible for me to be happy, alone or with another person since I had never been happy in a relationship before. I felt good and would call it happiness but I wasn't happy. Now that happiness is possible I must learn to find it inside of myself which is difficult when you've been miserable for 31 years    So this is what it means to find your person.  He is like starlight, like the laughter of babies, like the colors of the sunrise and the sunset, like the buds in spring, like a glass of refreshing cool water, like a warm hug. He is love. He is safety. Something I never thought I'd ever have. Something I've never seen anyone have in person. Something I didn't expect from what was supposed to be a tinder one night stand.    A one night stand that ended up with us being intertwined so intimately that we are now inseparable.
Over the past few weeks, i have recieved many offers of ownership, from many interesting people. I have learned a lot more about what kind of relationships are out there, and what kind of relationships will and won't fit me. From these experiences, i have made observations, and determined some idea of what i need.I understand the basic concept of a slave. Someone who is completely owned by another, without rights or privileges, without freedom, without pleasure or distraction. Without anything except that what is allowed by their owner.But I understand, too, that not all potential owners are the same. Each has their own things they will control, allow, or even encourage. What is anathema to one, is vital to another. And so i recognise that while i give all control to my owner, it is still down to me who i will choose to be that person. And i would choose them based on their desires matching up with my needsThis document is a compilation and approximate description of the conditions that i will flourish in. Like a plant needs the right soil and climate to grow. Not all slaves are the same.Without farther ado: I need trust and safety:Top of the list because it is the most important.If we have this, everything else in the world is manageableIf we don't, nothing can compensate for it.These should be a given, but its worth exploring it more.As a slave, i will put my life into my owner's hands. My wellbeing and future are theirs to determine. Given this, i need to know that the person i am entrusting, will use this gift well, that they will protect me, that they will respect any conditions we agreed upon, and not exploit me.I need an owner who will not throw me in harms' way. For a start by keeping me out of, or safe within, situations where there might be a threat of violence or crime.But I also need to know they won't give me crazy orders that cause harm or make me do dangerous/illegal things.I am still learning what unsafe situations look like, i hope i will know th…
An impression of my 'style' as a Dom - and of how, as a sub,  I'd love to be handled by a Dom. [read this text very slowly to let it sink in!]   -o-o-o-o-o-   First Inspection   So my willing boy, after a busy day for me it's time to relax by giving you a first inspection.   You're here, standing naked before me, while I sit in my easy chair watching you. I gaze at your different body parts, order you to turn around, to bend forwards or backwards, to lift your arms up wide, to spread your legs..... just because that pleases me. And you are so willing to please me, aren't you my ongoing hot and horny boy?   Then I want you to play with your nipples and show me that you've been practising as I told you to. Does your nipple play make you harder and harder? Show me your manhood boy, be a good plaything for me, and no for quite a while I do not want you to cum... rather have you begging to cum later on...   No need to be nervous my boy, keep on breathing, I won't hurt you, well maybe a little bit to stretch your limits in all sorts of directions.   Stand still now boy, so I can tie your hands above your head. There's some real good stuff to be inspected, like you being on a slave market eh? Breathe boy, breathe, while I check your hair. Stroking it, pulling it... and then your ears. I take them in both my hands, holding them tight, moving them, tickling your ear lobes, softly licking them,.... Then shining my little torch light in the depths of your ears... clean alright. Well done boy, I like my boys to be clean you know.   Now ! Look me in the eyes young man. Look and keep on looking. No need to get shy,  I know why you and I are here. Meanwhile I stroke your cheeks, your forehead - keep on looking at me boy and breathe... And now I want you to tilt your head backwards... open up your throat for me boy….. dare to give yourself to me... I will be good to you, I promise.  I caress your thr…
It's irresponsible of me to remain a mystery for too much longer, so here is my first journal entry. I am excited to have a potential play partner, a wonderfully sexy sub-leaning male switch. That means I'm not actively search in for a partner right now. I am open to meeting mentors and making friends.  I have some scattered experience as a service top and bottom, but I feel ready at this point in my life to explore my dominant side more.  I absolutely love seeing the male body tied up. There's something about a man tied down or tied up, completely helpless and at my mercy. I have a dream of assembling a little album of beautiful shibari starring my sweet switch as the muse. I appreciate any recommendations of good shibari resources. Messages from enthusiastic riggers and rope bunnies are more than welcome.  I'm also curious about male orgasm control, I'm looking for some fun games to play involving edging or bondage.  If you're still reading I suppose it's fair to describe myself a little. I'm a natural redhead with a soft body. I have a very specific taste in men, some of you know what, of which I have an insatiable appetite for. I'm sensual- I love to enjoy good food and music and great sex. I'm not a very strict Domme and I'm not a very obedient sub, but I think I make up for it by being a pretty good time! I'm writing this to round out my profile and to record the start of my journey as a Domme. If you feel compelled to message me after reading this, you're welcome to, but please don't be boring, I have to be selective about who I reply to now. -MM
    Today let's talk about why this site should be for 25's and over. Now, the caveat here of course is that one can imagine a good chunk of the 'submissive females' under 20 here (and there are a lot of them) are actually men. But let's forget that for now and assume that at least some are genuine. Should an 18, or 19, or even 23 year old woman advertise for a 'master' on this site? Or, even more deeply, should an 18 or 19 year old willingly seek out a relationship based on BDSM? It will make me unpopular (I already am anyway), but I'm going to say no. And here's why. Essentialism... the idea that human beings have some sort of core essence of being (or put more simply, the belief that 'I was born the way I am'), is, in a nutshell, bullshit. It simply makes no sense, unless you want to believe in some fanciful idea of 'souls' or make the 17th century philosophical mistake that somehow we have 'minds' that are separate from our bodies. Or, even worse, you believe in the ridiculous notion of biological determinism... that somehow the synapses and chemicals in our brains determine our sexuality, among many other things.   After all, can anyone really ever be 'born' with a shoe fetish? The very thought is ridiculous. People are made, not born. And, in general, they are made through language and social interactions. That is where identities of all kinds are formed and played out. So, the idea that a BDSM relationship is fulfilling some essential core of your being is really just a fantasy. Such ideas are put into our heads by various experiences which, when we are young, become interpolated into various ways of thinking, thus giving us sexual preferences and fantasies. The shoe fetish, for example, is most likely born from early childhood experiences of crawling at the mothers feet. Thus feet become associated with experiences of love, safety and nurturing. Ok, moving on.... people in their late teens and early twenties …
Adding the rest of my intrests here since they would not fit schoolgirl (everything to do with it), schoolgirl uniform (watching others wear), self-bondage (watching others wear), sensual domination (giving), sex in public, sex with strangers (everything to do with it), sexting (everything to do with it), sexual ification (everything to do with it), shackles (watching others wear), shaving (giving), shower sex (everything to do with it), slavery (everything to do with it), sleepy sex (everything to do with it), smothering (everything to do with it), spreader bars (watching others wear), staples (everything to do with it), suspension bondage (everything to do with it), tattoos (watching others wear), tearing off clothing (giving), tears (watching others wear), tease & denial (everything to do with it), teasing (everything to do with it), the no panties rule (everything to do with it), tit fucking (everything to do with it), tit slapping (giving), total power exchange (everything to do with it), toys, trust (everything to do with it), two-girl blowjobs (receiving), uniforms (watching others wear), vacuum bed (everything to do with it), vaginal fisting (giving), vaginal stretching (giving), verbal humiliation and degradation (giving), vibrators, violence (giving), violet wand (everything to do with it), voyeurism (watching others wear), waking up to oral sex (receiving), wartenberg pinwheels (giving), waterboarding (giving), waterbondage (everything to do with it), watersports (giving), wax (everything to do with it), wax play (giving), whipping (giving), whips (everything to do with it), wrestling (everything to do with it), yes, sir. (receiving)crops (everything to do with it), crucifixion play (everything to do with it), cuddles (receiving), cum (giving), cunnilingus (giving), cutting (giving), d/s (everything to do with it), daddy daughter roleplay (everything to do with it), daddy/girl (everything to do with it), ddlg (everything to do with it), decorative c…
How I Knew - Nature So many arguments can be made for nature versus nurture, as to how one started down the path into this lifestyle, and there are no right or wrong answers. Everyone has their own reasons for seeking out kink - but I’m fairly certain that in my case, it was primarily nature, though a little nurture might have had a role. However, that’s not what this is about… not yet, at least. When I was younger… much younger, like single-digit younger, I had a recurring fantasy that I would visit quite frequently. In it, I was a stage magician, and I was on tour. At each of my performances, I would close the show by selecting a young woman out of the audience, and make her vanish on stage, then make myself vanish as the curtains fell. Now, I would distinctly not make her reappear as part of the show, so people would always assume that she was a clandestine assistant planted in the audience, and think nothing more of it. However, that was not the case. The scene would then shift to me returning to my home, and making my way down to my secret basement dungeon, where my most recent “assistant” was chained to a table. And while she was there, I would do… things… to her. Mind you, I was of an age when I did not actually have a concept of what those “things” might be, so the details are a bit fuzzy. Anyway, after I had done whatever I chose to do to her, she would then find herself chained to a wall in a room with my previous “assistants” lining the walls… and that would be the end of the fantasy. So, yeah, pretty basic, as far as BDSM fantasies go, but considering that I had not had any exposure to bondage, outside of perhaps watching Penelope Pitstop and the Ant-Hill Mob on Saturday morning cartoons… I think it is safe to say that the concept of kink has been a part of me from the start.
Tonight, as I sit alone in my room, the whirr of the fan above, and the muted hum of nightlife outside, I'm overwhelmed with a cocktail of emotions. They say time is the best healer, but some memories are etched so deep that time only accentuates their imprint. Today's breeze had the playful quality of that one evening, that daring venture that James and I took together. He always had this unique ability to surprise me. Just when I thought I knew all his tricks, he would come up with something unprecedented. I still remember his mischievous grin when he handed me that beautiful burgundy saree. "Wear this for our date tonight," he said, with a glint in his eye that I'd come to recognize. It meant there was a twist to this tale. And oh, was there! Wrapping the saree around myself, feeling its soft touch glide over my skin, knowing I wore nothing beneath, was an experience in itself. The chill of the metal waist chain against my bare skin, every step I took accentuating the lack of fabric underneath, it was exhilarating. As we walked through the garden, the tendrils of the evening breeze would occasionally threaten to expose my little secret. Each gust made my heart skip a beat, the thrill of possibly being caught, the sheer audacity of it, and James's approving glances only added to the excitement. Though it was all in good fun, it revealed a lot about our relationship. James always pushed me to embrace my desires, however unconventional they might be. With every playful dare, every challenge, he taught me that sensuality wasn't just about touch or sight. It was about feeling, anticipation, the dance of the mind with desire, and most importantly, trust. Trust in him, trust in us, and trust in myself. In the heart and among the bustling streets and the vibrant nightlife, we found our little pockets of intimacy. Some may see it as scandalous, but to me, it was a testament to our bond. We didn't need to be confined to the four walls of our bedroom to feel close. It w…
I want flowers. I want to whip you. I want to stroke your cheek and smile into your eyes. I want respect and awe and understanding and love. I want foot rubs and leg rubs and back rubs and anywhere rubs. I want you to know when to reach out to touch and when to kneel and wait. I want you to want me fiercely, desire me utterly. I want kisses. Little ones, fast ones, fierce ones, thigh-clenching-good kisses. I want you to touch me like you’re trying to memorize the texture and shape of me. I want affection and cuddling. I want you to drop your eyes when I demand and meet my eyes when we talk. I want you to miss me terribly when we’re apart. I want you to know what you mean to me, how I cherish you. I want humor and debate and dialog. I want you to kiss the side of my neck while your hands grip my hips, my back. I want to see you crawl – just for me. I want to look at you in that special way and see you breathe deeply with desire and anticipation of what you know is to come. I want to fuck you, penetrate you, tease you, deny you, please you, torture you. I want You.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            &n…
So, this is working now, is it? This site is weird, but hopefully I can post somthing here without sending my profile off to limbo for another few years. Anyway, consider this an addition or replacement to what's in my profile, as appropriate: Lockdown's given me a chance to think more about who I am and what I'm looking for and I'm interested in discovering more about Female Led Relationships (FLRs) and the women who lead them. It's the mental and psychological side of it that interests me more than the physical part of it. I want to know what it's like to give yourself to serve and follow another, and if I'm capable of that level of giving myself or devotion to another. When i read stories of submission and dominance, it's the mindset of the submissive that interests and arouses me, not the physical element. That doesn't mean I'm not interested in the physical side of submission and surrender, but it's not my primary interest. I'm interested in finding someone to connect with for a relationship, but also friends and people who want to chat. I'm monogamous in relationships, I know people who are poly and it works for them, but I'm really not sure I could deal with the logistics of being involved with more than one person, let alone the emotional side of it. What am I interested in most of all? Knowing things, learning new things and discovering things about the world, especially the people that fill it, and especially myself because even after all this time I still don't even come close to understanding everything that goes on in inside my mind. I definitely don't think I'll ever understand everyone else, or the world, but it's fun to try and understand as much as I can. I'd be happy getting to know someone here who makes me want to write and think more, to discuss and explore everything and anything together be it sexual or not. I don't really mind if you're next door (well, I know my neighbours, and it would be a bit of a surprise if you were) or on the other …
Lunar New Year Play Party It was so fun going to SAKE (one of the Dungeons close to me) and get flogged & paddled on a St Andrews Cross in a Jail Cell! Perhaps a bit anachronistic, but hey, i'll take it!   my friend Grail did a great job. Although he is not new to attending events (play parties, munches, classes) he IS new at playing. Since our first practice session earlier this month, he has been practicing at home with his floggers and it showed. (He is the person i wrote about in my recent entry, "A Unique Opportunity To Give Back").   We got there early in order to be able to get a nice area to do our scene and avoid the crowd (noise and distractions). He did a great job and the few times he made slight mistakes, he noticed and corrected himself. He communicated with me a lot and, after a warm up, was confident enough to give me harder strikes in between the more mellow ones. He also used different floggers as well as a "sensation stick" i had gifted him (a long wooden back scratcher which is fun, stingy and versatile), my Bat-Crop and my leather paddle.    He decided to end the scene after a while when he noticed his aim was getting a bit off. While in aftercare mode, i told him at that point, he could have repositioned me if that would have helped. (There was a bench/bed in the cell, too). He hadn't thought of that.    Repositioning the bottom can be a useful thing during a scene for many reasons: the Top is able to have access to different areas of the body, as well as have different angles for striking. It can be fun to use different positions within a scene to create a more full, varied experience. But, overall, i am glad that he chose to end the scene when he was starting to feel "off"---this is part of a Top's responsibility to not play "over their level", in order to help mitigate risk of a mis-strike landing somewhere bad.   Later in the night, Grail also told me a bit about his perspective of the scene. …
The History Behind the Life I have been thinking about the history behind the life. Not the version that fits neatly on paper.Not the dates, roles, titles, addresses, or milestones.Not the quick summary a person can give when asked who they are, where they came from, or what they have done. Something deeper than that. The history that lives underneath the visible life. The older I get, the more I think every person is carrying more than one history at once. What happened.What it felt like.And the story that was built around it. Those are not always the same thing. That matters. Because a great deal of what people call identity is not only character. It is memory, adaptation, interpretation, inheritance, survival, and the narrative a person had to build in order to keep living inside what they had lived. I do not say that cynically. I say it because I think this is one of the plainest truths about being human. A life leaves an imprint. Loss does.Love does.Illness does.Work does.Caregiving does.Success does.Being needed does.Being overlooked does.Being wanted does.Being left does. All of it leaves a mark. Not always dramatic.Not always visible.But real. And yet what is real is not always the same thing as what is remembered cleanly. That is where the matter becomes more difficult. Because memory is not a court transcript.It is alive.It protaspects.It edits.It arranges.It sharpens what felt dangerous.It softens what felt unbearable.It gives shape to experience so the mind can live with it. Sometimes that shaping serves truth. Sometimes it serves survival. Sometimes it does both. That is why examining a life honestly requires more than remembering. It requires learning to separate, as best I can, what happened, what I felt, and what story I built to carry it. That story is not always false. But it is not always the whole truth either. And fabrication, I have come to think, is not always a deliberate lie. Often it is something quieter than that.…
The treat She popped on a playlist and smiled the whole time she got herself ready for this dinner date.  It was a real treat to be taken out to their favourite foody pub and she was tingling in anticipation of being out and about in public with him. She left her hair to dry naturally in soft waves and applied minimal makeup as she decided on a rberry plunge bra and matching stretchy lace panties.  She eased them on, over the suspender belt already in place, and then slipped the thin jersey dress over her head.  She looked in the mirror.  “Perfect,” she thought to herself.  The ditsy floral dress clung to her breasts and waist and the v-neck was deep enough to display a good amount of cleavage, before flaring out loosely over her ample hips and arse to stop just above her knee.  She pulled on her leather knee-high boots, grabbed her jacket and bag and skipped downstairs to wait for the door. He arrived not long after and she let him in.  “I have a surprise for you,” he said with a grin, holding his closed fist out.  She smiled broadly and put out her hand.  When he opened his fist something warm and heavy dropped into her palm.  “Go and put it in,” he ordered quietly.  She looked at the in her hand.  It was a shiny metal sphere, about the size of a large marble.  She let it roll around her palm and felt some kind of weight shift inside the smooth sphere. A little later, as she climbed into his car, she felt the weight shift inside her cunt and the anticipation of the evening ahead flared in her belly.  Before starting the car she felt him look her over and she became very aware that her breath quickened under his gaze.  He didn’t say anything, but placed his hand on her right knee and let it slide upwards, pushing the fabric of her dress ahead of it.  When her stocking-tops were exposed he briefly traced his finger over the soft flesh of her…