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NOTE ... dont change ANYTHING in your profile. Dont change your age or weight or location or orientation or anything. Youll be kicked out for 3 days. They warn you if you change your profile text there is a 3 day approval period but it applies to ANYTHING in your profile (heaven forbid you might switch from pounds to kilograms) ...
Do not attempt to adjust your set. I control the vertical, I control the horizontal. While a modest amount of privilege, even a tinge of liberty, is possible, if you require those secret little corners of mind as inviolate sanctuary, then you should remain a free woman. I will not take you gently into the night.Sadistic Maestro seeking women who areebullient in service, rhapsodic in bondage, and effusively radiant in suffering. I am interested in making the female body sing and the female spirit soar - a Stradivarius played lyrically (like Yehudi Menuhin), hard grinding (Isaac Stern), mystically, magically, maniacally (Niccolo Paganini), or plugged in and set ablaze (Jimi Hendrix).From awell played instrument can be elicited the most exquisite soundstension of the bow liberates the force which resonates throughout the body. Shaped guided by the powerful hands of a virtuoso, the very soul cries forth. The phrasing of the soloist drives the melody along its inexorable path, sometimes playfully, sometimes tenaciously - but always under control - never breaking a string or cracking the bridge. Although the ive is to make the music exceed the capacity of the instrument itself, the goal is ultimately to alterthevery instrument through which the music flows. Over time the well tuned instrument will be able to sing melodiesand produce harmonies the likes of which would have been heretofore undreamt. Such a prized possession is forever cherished by its Maestro and would be continually coaxed into new heights of liberatingly licentiousartistic expression. If you detect the latent, dormant, or languishing instrument within, needing to be taken out of its dusty case, stripped revarnished, polished, restrung, and induced to sing,the concert hallawaits.Note The journal is more extensive than that which you see before you. Feel free to comment, agree or disagree I urge you to remember though that some of these are as much an exercise in the exploration and organization of ones thoughts, as for your entertainment,arousal, edification, or seduction. Each will provide its own glimpse into this mind, and there must be some measure of validity in that. A certain evolution of thought may be detected ... or none whatsoever.
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The Poly Problem ...
or Why Communes Crumble ...
Is the leader of your group charismatic? organized? flexible? psychotic? a dictator? Charlie Manson???
Obviously, there is no substitute for the personality traits necessary of one who can put an organization together and keep it functioning over a period of time. But the group comprising that organization, regardness of how dedicated they (and each) may be to the founding principle, is just as important to its success.
I once had a friend of Middle Eastern descent who would proudly proclaim his "right" to have 4 wives. My response was always along the lines of "Yeah, but where are you going to find the 4 women who are going to put up with your sorry ass? And moreover, with each other?"
The number of people in any group determine the number of relationships within that group. This isn't about how well people get along or know their place or follow the lead. It isn't about hierarchical structure. Sheer numbers influence what may be accomplished (which may be profound), or how the entire enterprize may be undermined (without any malicious or dedicated intent to sow discord).
Between a pair of people there exists but a single relationship. This relationship will ebb and flow, wax and wane, tension will increase and decrease, the bond may strengthen or break altogether. Between any 3 people there exist 3 relationships, each with the requisite dynamics. Algorithms may be constructed to reveal just how many relationships will be generated between the members of any sized group of people. And remember, each relationship is a dynamic entity onto itself.
As for the algorithms:
Number of Relationships per Number of Individuals: (as a function of the number of individuals involved in the group under consideration)
r = f(i) or x = f(n)
n x x prog f(n)
0 0 (0 x 0) f(0) = (n) ..... null relationship
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1 0 (0 x 1) f(1) = (n - n) ..... no relationship
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2 1 (1 x 1) f(2) = (n - 1) + (n - n)
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3 3 (1 x 3) f(3) = (n - 1) + (n - 2) + (n - n)
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4 6 (2 x 3) f(4) = (n - 1) + (n - 2) + (n - 3) + (n - n)
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5 10 (2 x 5) f(5) = (n - 1) + (n - 2) + (n - 3) + (n - 4) + (n - n)
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6 15 (3 x 5) f(6) = (n - 1) + (n - 2) + (n - 3) + (n - 4) + (n - 5) + (n - n)
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Thus if there are 4 individuals in the group, there are 6 relationships. If there are 5 people, there are 10 relationships. Six people yield 15 relationships, etc.
If you're ready for a little higher math, beyond addition & subtraction, we might jump to multiplication & division ... where the increasingly cumbersome sequences of subtraction & addition may be collapsed into a single (simpler) formula (for those of you not scared off by the word "formula").
Each individual has (n-1) relationships. This produces a total of n(n-1) relationships for the entire group. But this approach ends up counting each relationship twice (once for each partner in each relationship), but dividing the grand total by 2 cures the overcount. Thus the equation n(n-1)/2 will work for any number of members in any group.
So for 10 members: 10(10-1)/2 = 10(9)/2 = 90/2 = 45 relationships
and for 20 members: 20(20-1)/2 = 20(19)/2 = 380/2 = 190 relationships
and for 50 members: 50(50-1)/2 = 50(49)/2 = 2450/2 = 1225 relationships
and for 100 members: 100(100-1)/2 = 100(99)/2 = 9900/2 = 4950 relationships
Thus if you have a commune, harem, club, ranch, football team, factory, whatever, with 100 people, you will have almost 5000 relationships with which to contend. These magnitudes reflect the potential power of such organizations as well as are indicative of the internal stress/strain within them. You can hope (or order) them to just all get along (or follow orders), but ultimately this is why it's easier to herd sheep than cats.
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Half a century ago ...
MLK (4/4/68)
RFK (6/5/68)
Even in our sleep
Pain that cannot forget
Falls drop by drop upon the heart
And in our own despair
Against our will
Comes wisdom
Through the awful grace of God
Aeschylus
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The Trumpublican Party:
The Glorification of Ignorance.
The Triumph of Incompetence.
To those 60 million of you who voted for this man, you need a big capital "T" carved into your foreheads (a la the swastikas in Inglorious Bastards) so we will always know who you are and what you've done ... that you are the ones who are responsible/irresponsible.
Now this doesn't absolve all the millennials who didn't bother vote, but at least they will be the ones to pay the bulk of the price for their mistake over the course of their lifetimes. The presidency is far more than a temporary condition; it is a gift that keeps on giving, as you will someday realize.
Of course what I find truely surprising is the abundance of white female atheists in this country. I had no idea. No woman who actually believes in an afterlife could have possibly voted for what is argueably one of the greatest male chauvinists in history, over the opportunity to place a woman in the most powerful office on the planet for the first time, ever. No one was surprised when 98% of blacks voted for Obama, yet women have been oppressed, exploited, enslaved, beaten, and killed in every culture on every continent and every century in human history. A majority of white women seem to have forgotten this. If there's an afterlife, you will have all your female ancestors in your face for at least the first few eternities (until they tire of the exercise and you are simply ostracized). I doubt that any of the lame rationalizations stemming from your charmed & privileged lives will be received favorably by those who endured the uninvited suffering of theirs. I would suggest that the next time you pray, the request that there is not an afterlife should be at the top of your list.
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Full Moon Solstice: Intensity anchors you in the Present ... Intervals of respite offer the glimpse of Eternity ... It is the gaps between the bars that bind the Soul |
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Happy Birthday Lincoln & Darwin (both 2/12/1809);
To you who brought us kicking and screaming out of the supersititous ignorance of our past, onto the path of egalitarian enlightenment.
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The moral of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo:
computer hacking may save your life;
it may save other's lives;
it may save civilization.
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Life is but our personal interaction with moments of time. Perception, conception, cognition is the recognition of those moments, the interpretation, the absorption and integration of those moments. Memory affords the continuity necessary for the stream of consciousness from which may emerge, and we may construct a sense of identity and personality. The precious moments are those remembered best, longest, most
powerfully. What constitutes a precious moment are the acts which transpire during those moments ... and of course our own predisposition toward recognizing those acts, those moments. Thus, what we collect are moments. What we desire is a collection
of the most precious moments. For those relying upon the act to render the moment special, their lives will be a search for the most exciting acts they can find. For those who may possess an internalized mechanism for sanctifying the moment, a much quieter existence may suffice quite nicely.
The point is that somehow, the moment must be sanctified to be fully appreciated, to become more than remembered, rather to become memorable. For those who may habitually perceive the exquisite beauty in nature or the marvels of life in general, no further mechanism may be required to recognize the sanctity of each moment of existence. For many though, daily routine dulls the senses; moments become obstacles to be overcome, trudged through, or even worse, passed by without recognition
whatsoever. How many precious moments may be collected over a lifetime in such a mindset? Precious few, I would think. What is the sum of a life consisting of precious few precious moments? Precious little, I would think.
Therefore it is incumbent upon us to render the moments precious to have them worth rembering. We must sanctify, either internally or extertnally (without digressing into debate as to whether external sanctification is somehow artificial), every moment
possible. While there exist numerous philosophical treatises from through the ages, across civilizations, upon this very topic, I would submit that short of resolving to perpetually meditate upon the inherent wonder and beauty of all things, one may construct a life, an existence of even routine and mundane acts which yet may afford opportunity for wonder.
What one must do, in daily life, is to transform act into ritual. The ritualization of an act renders the act sacred. It is just the touch, the flourish which provides the metamorphosis of the simple act into the grand gesture ... a gesture which may possess greater opportunity to render the moment in which that act transpires, sacred. Thus we must ritualize acts to sanctify the moments of their existence sacred. We must formalize every act, wrapping each in ritual and protocol. This infuses every act with meaning beyond action. Every act should be one of intent. Intent is the difference between noise and music, between movement and dance, between life and art.
Hence should one sense that intent is lacking, ritual is the remedy. Some may be able to create such ritual for themselves. Others may have to seek it out. This is why some may join the military or a religious order or a political party. Some may seek a more personal(ized) and intimate ritualization. In all cases, the structure imposed (and the rigidity with which it is imposed), linguistic and/or behavioral, formalize all subsequent
action, infusing action with meaning beyond action, sanctifying the moment of action, rendering the moment memorable. None of this is dissimilar to the process of getting something from short-term memory into long-term memory into deep/habitual
memory. Yet there is a hidden trap in the habitual, in that even ritual may become routine. Moreover, routinized ritual becomes dogma. And there is nothing meaningful in dogma; it is the worthlessness of replacing one meaningless routine with another.
Nothing memorable has been acheived. Even ritual must be continually refreshed, revived, reinfused with new meaning.
There is no ... are we there yet? The formula must be constantly reformulated. The new path must be forever hacked out of the jungle else it become rut. Escalation must be the at the heart of ritual. There will always be more. More will always be demanded of you. The performance tommorrow must exceed that of today. It can never stop; only you ... will finally stop. And at the moment of ultimate cessation, you will be filled with the only token you may at that moment bear ... the memory of sacred moments.
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Dinner out. A simple belted high-buttoned dress. Revealling little, especially the tightly knotted coarse rope harness corsetting her torso, bulging her tits, utterly
disappearing through the crease of her crotch. Pockets on either hip de-bottomed as hidden sleeves for access. Sitting as always naked against the seat, the back of the dress crumpled up behind her ass against the back of the chair, flowing off to either side. Knees apart. Ankles crossed LoR and tucked beneath.
Meal. Drinks. Ordered for her. Bites of each of the 4 courses dictated by which finger he taps against the table top; fluids via pinching thumb and forefinger into a circle. When he is finished, he walks around to the right side of her chair, slipping his left hand beneath the cascade of hair against the back of the neck. After squeezing the neck slowly but deeply, he places the heel of his hand against her neck, rotates his curled fingers up behind the base of her skull. Raking the scalp with his fingernails, he extends and splays his fingers up through the mass of hair until they emerge as an inverted
Spanish comb, settling each segment deep into the 4 crevasses. Pressing the heel against the back of the neck, pulling the fingers out and away from her head, he roughly clutches all the shocks of hair into a tight fist, twisting sharply until the fleshy end of his fist is against the back of her skull. Yanking her head back, mouth automatically opening, with his right hand emerging from his pocket he inserts a ping-pong ball into the gaping hole, closes the jaw, pinches the lips closed.
Now, as he moves behind her chair, he grabs its back, pivots the corner, and pulls her up by the hair, turning her 90 degrees to the right in the process, her crossed ankles untwist up onto the balls of her feet. She stands erect to be casually tiptoed out of the restaurant.
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Discipline, the noun; discipline, the verb; yet another in the long list of semantic distinction afflicting the minds of the lazily inarticulate. The former is a state of mind demonstrated as character and behavior reflective of that particular mental
condition. It is measured, calculated, deliberative, reflective, introspective, stoic. Regardless of one's station in life, these similar traits are exhibited, the internal gyroscope governing the operational state of being, optimizing all reaction and
disposition.
To discipline, on the other hand, is the application of force (whether actual or implied) to correct a perceived lapse (whether real or imagined) in the behavior of another, as this lapse in behavior may be an early warning of a deeper lapse in character. It most certainly reflects a lapse in concentration and attention. Yet the application of discipline, while most effective in deliberate, calculated, measured increments, is at its core a kinetic corrective. The circumspect glance may constitute the extent of the message, but its effect is predicated upon the promise of harsher delivery should its intent fail to be heeded.
Distinction should also be drawn between the establishment of discipline: the presentation of rationale, instruction and rehearsal, critique and correction and more rehearsal required for the attainment of operational proficiency ... and the maintenance of disciplinary standard subsequent to the attainment of said operational proficiency. Obviously, the disposition toward one who has no reason to know better (yet is striving to learn) will be vastly different than that toward one from whom expectation of performance should not be in question.
Finally, the extent to which discipline is considered a desirable trait will be reflected in the consistency with which it is maintained. Capricious and inconsistent enforcement will only result in sporadic conformity to its tenents. If it matters, it will matter unfailingly. Not all situations may be forseen and so prescribed, but the well founded discipline will provide a framework within which principled response may be possible.
Flagrant and/or repeated violations of discipline are another matter altogether, both for the foundation of the disciplinary framework and its operational execution ... if it is failing that badly, it was never properly thought out or established. Go back to square one. The conclusion cannot be trusted when the premise is flawed. |
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"This is a great country.
And it was not made that way
by angry people."
Garrison Keillor
(addendum: those who are incapable of distinguishing between the occasional and potentially justifiable anger of otherwise honorable persons and the irrational expression of the perpetually angry ... I am afraid are beyond my capacity to enlighten) |
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For linda;
Babble on, Babble on, Babylon -
The existential answer will be deciphered -
It is in the Cuneiform of your mind -
The Secret Script in which all your Dreams & Fears are etched -
The former, your Consciousness will eagerly reveal -
The latter, those Fears from which you would recoil,
and those toward which you would lunge,
will be mine for the Knowing, even as they lay hidden
from you -
Babble on, Babble on, Babylon -
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The Dominant is like the Vampire; He requires invitation, permission, surrender. And as with the Vampire, the invitation offered is at the same time unconditional ... and eternal. Once freely given, the invitation may never be rescinded. One may not 'modify' or 'take back' such an offering. All the 'taking' is now His; the interpretation of His liberties lies solely with Him. Remember, this is about blood, flesh, and the soul. There is no 'mercy' in the heart of a hungry beast. |
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Making an omlette is indeed an act of cruelty.
While it is often asserted that revenge is a dish best served cold, an ample helping of cruelty is most favorably delivered as a sizzling appetizer ... a seething, simmering, steamy, sultry brew of calculated indelicacy ... indelicately served. The very appeal lies in its intemperance; injustice in appellation and effect. Cruelty is not born of indifference or inadvertance, rather of design and calculation, the result of viscious introspection as intimate to the inflictor as the inflicted. It is not to be wasted on the undeserving, on the innocent ... its ferocity, its audacity require the most deserving victim. From the attitude to the intent to the calculation to the execution, idle disdain for a pitiful target will be insufficient for all but a shadow-play of the insolent art (nothing's worse that a heartless performance of a heartless act). But for a subject worthy of such emnity, for whom the scorching cauldron of meritorious surrender is its legitimate berth, the temperature may be mercilessly raised until the veneer cracks, the shell breaks, and all the inner vulnerabilities spill forth in screaming release. Witnessing the shuddering, frothing, convulsive stew agonize through its formless incarnation is the sustenance, the nourishment, the ecstasy of cruelty. |
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"For all those whose Cares
have been our Concern,
The Work goes on,
The Cause endures,
The Hope still lives,
And the Dream shall never die."
Edward M. Kennedy (1932 - 2009)
Without the likes of Bill Buckley and Ted Kennedy, how are we to engage in serious, yet civil, discourse in this country? The future of the republic rests in the balance. |
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Moon Tango
"On the meridian of time there is no injustice:
there is only the poetry of motion
creating the illusion of truth and drama."
(Henry Miller - Tropic of Cancer)
Her orbit fixed, she moves about you with grace, as graceful as one might, considering strains of gravity and momentum
She has but one face allowed, smiling, demure, acquiescent (even as her backside is perpetually assailed), yet in phase, all dimensions ultimately revealled (cubist psychoanalytic options now available)
Appearing motionless, yet slung about at over 200,000 miles per hour, every hour presages possibility of new fate, though that fate is ever and inextricably tied to the one to whom she is invisibly bound
Behind silent porcelain demeanor, gaze (but never attention) askance, fragile clockworks in tune from moment of captivty. Without anticipation nor resistance, response reflexive, absorptive of the shocks and storms which assault - resilience
Poised and positioned, patiently offering her best face in those few imperceptable degrees of rotation, even as we whirligig to our own manic tune scanning the horizon, taking in every heavenly body
The only motion one will observe, or so imagine, will be the swish of the hair, of the hem of the skirt, as all whiplash is gracefully absorbed; her rhythm recalibrates to each new force, every new demand upon her status and position
Yet we do not perceive the 200,000 mph she dances just to remain in our presence - we barely notice (and only upon intellectual consideration) the 1000 mph at which we constantly spin away from her, the lag from which she will never recover - but damn if she loses ground either
Faithfully on her leash, she is ever tagging along, eager to follow - we spin all the way round, and there she is again, awaiting our return only to be spun out of sight, yet again, and yet again
And thus it is her rhythm to keep up with our rhythm; in the effort lies the illusion of success; in the effort lies the opportunity for salvation in the attention received during
those moments when the alignment is poetically synchronous, when the well of gravity is at its strongest, and mutuality of purpose is most evident
This is when the dance is a Tango. Everything beyond the everpresent hand in the small of the back (the clasp locking hips together), is flair, the purposeful flourish announcing and celebrating the intent of union, the procreation of spirit - though both may hear the music, and both may be aware of the general dimensions of the dance floor, only solitary trajectory may emerge
Women worship the Moon; the Moon worships Earth. Earth, of tectonic tumult, of seismic shift; Moon, luminous quiescent captive. Yet Moon is the only force capable of generating rhythm within Earth. This rhythm is Tide. Tide is the beginning of Current. Current begats Wave which begats Surf which begats Splash which sprays the Heavens
In the deep ocean, her hips sway rhythmically, languishlingly, effortlessly. Her fluid motion approaches earth, her inertia rocks against rocks, then pounds against shore. Her motion awakens His core. She has His attention. She is aroused by His steadfastness. He is enamored by her rhythm, the rhythm which she brings to Him in offering. By the shape of shoreline, in the resolute configuration of bay and cliff, He will guide the expression, temper the collision, He will transpose amorphous motion and rhythm of complementary unison into purposeful dance. It is His hand in the small of the back (though but a fingertip is required)
And so, her rhythm must conform. With all her will, she has not power to sway Him from resolute balance - all she may do is to throw herself upon Him, to annihilate herself on His behalf, and shower Him in her blessing. He will thus wear her as His embellishment, His adornment, relishing in her sacrifice, even as His gaze is beyond the horizon, onto the future, where she may only meet up with Him once the orbit of present catches up to the evaporating moment of future
For her to expect to be more than companion, more than adornment, is to expect too much, to expect the wrong thing. Earth will never be part of Moon as Moon is part of Earth. Earth will guide, and direct, and take, and own, and use, and even ... value (according to its own self-derived definition of value, without concession to notions of intrinsic worth). The metaphysical union, a state and perception so devoutly sought by Moon, will never be consumated on her terms
The definition is the sole prerogative of the Principal. The metaphysical Tango requires both the Principal and the subordinate, the Axis and the orbit, the Rock and the ocean,
the Choreographer and the embellishment. It isn't necessary that the subordinate 'know her place' so much as be ever cognizant of her position, in place (if her head is in the wrong place, her body can never be in the right place)
Anticipation and resistance are both symtomatic of the same affliction, both undermine the relaxed reflexive response only possible in a state of absolute present. The absolute present is that to which the subordinate must surrender such that she may be guided gracefully through the dance
Moon knows it is part of Earth - Earth knows Moon is a part of it. Any other interpretation is on the order of fundamental misunderstanding, and will lead to frustration, resentment, antagonism, and conflict. Any other interpretation will lead to heartache. To its character, constitution, and credit, the rhythm of Moon is more adaptable than that of Earth; the rhythm of ocean is more adaptable than that of earth
Recognition is Wisdom; adaptation is practical. Anything else is needless suffering (as opposed to the purposeful variety, that which affords opportunity for growth); all else is out of rhythm (via asynchronous rhythms); all else is devoid of intent (via fragmentation of intent); all else is but flailing anguish (not at all dance); all else is quite simply not ... a Tango
(thank you jenna, for the spark that ignited this little fire)
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Not definitions, but definite analogies:
slave: one who willingly and unconditionally hands over all the letters of the alphabet
slut: one who is thrilled over the creation and application of new letters
submissive: one who will hand over the consonants but keeps the vowels - may negotiote the 'y' and 'w'
goreans: the Mormons of the BDSM faith
[now of course an 'analogy' is a 'not quite logical' representation of something, by definition - it merely reflects a certain similarity - its role is not to explain the juxtaposition of all aspects of one object against all aspects of another - it is a 'simile' (as opposed to a 'metaphor') - therefore, finding where the similarity fails or faulters, where the comparison does not fit, in no way, shape, or form, nullifies the analogy itself - one cannot negate an analogy simply by pointing out the dissimilarities between the compared items (which is typically how people try to undermine them, rendering themselves in a quite foolish light); one must demonstrate that the similarities presented are inappropriately conjoined (which is damn near impossible, and thus frustrated fools will resort to the misapplication of illegitimate rhetorical techniques) - attacking a poetic device is like tilting at windmills (oops, another simile ... damn, this is already complicated enough) - look, the bottom line is that it may be a good analogy or it may be a poor one - it may suck, you may not like it - roll your eyes, shake your head in disgust - make up your own analogy, a better one - but once stated, it cannot be so easily undone, for in the final analysis it is nothing more, or less, than a self-generated pseudo-poetic expression of my opinion ... of the moment ... something over which you have neither control nor influence ... and against which you have not the necessary standing to present arguement]
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Uncle Walter:
Thank you. Thank you for everything. Thank you for demonstrating what dignity and integrity mean in the public forum. Thank you for distinguishing fact from opinion. Thank you for your quest for truth and knowledge, not to mention your boyish enthusiasm for the greatest endeavor in the history of mankind (where your ashes should be scattered). Thank you for showing a young boy what an honorable man is. 'And that's the way it is ...'
Walter Cronkite 1916 - 2009 |
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Very observant: once every four years, you will get a day off ... the catch is that I am under no obligation to state precisely which day that will be. I refer you to Joseph Heller's 'Catch-22' ... or in Congressional metaphor; while the principle has been agreed to, the enabling legislation has not been authorized. |
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Odetta Holmes 1931 - 2008
When Truth needs an amplifier, another will come along. |
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On Punishment:
From the beginning, the slave knows it will be taught, instructed, coached, trained, etc. on the art of how to best comply with its Master's wishes, and that all compliance is to be executed promptly (if not automatically) and with enthusiasm. Failure in performance may be attributable to a number of causes, and in each case the appropriate remedy will be apparent only upon thorough examination of all aspects of the transgression. The first thing to be determined is if the failure in performance in fact constitutes a transgression requiring corrective action. Often the slave will be pushed for purposes of increasing tolerance or endurance, with the expectation of failure as certain - this is a failure of the flesh, not of the slave. To be sure, each iteration should produce an augmentation of result, but this constitutes in essence a training exercise, and should be treated as such. All training exercises by definition will result in failure. The causes of failure will largely be those of ignorance of the 'feel' of the desired result or inattention to detail - but these are precisely the characteristics that training addresses. The remedy is via Critique and Correction, Rehearsal and Repetition, ad infinitum (or ad nauseum, as the case may be). This constitutes the application of Discipline, or Corrective Training.
Once competency is achieved and proficiency may be reasonably assumed, and the slave is informed that it will henceforth be held responsible for its execution of the particular task, any failure in performance may reasonably be considered as a transgression. Differing in scope and scale from the more informal training process, transgressions must be dealt with in an extremely formalized manner. The slave must be made acutely aware that it is no longer in the world of play, typical daily life, or even harsh treatment. The transgression constitutes another order of magnitude from all other experience. In society we refer to this as committing a crime, and have established all manner of formal structures to deal with these social transgressions. This same formality should be incorporated within the M/s relationship.
Upon discovery of the transgression, the slave should be 'arrested' by the Master. All prior activity ceases immediately and the Master takes the slave into 'custody'. Specific protocols should be established and precisely followed so the slave is aware that this particular set of events has been set into motion. Once in custody, the slave should be confronted with the 'indictment' against it, and confined such that it may have opportunity to reflect upon its transgression. This may take the form of anything from corner time to the cage, and last for an unspecified time. This interlude will give both parties opportunity to reflect upon the course of events to follow.
The Master will understand that the remedy for the transgression will consist of three stages: Reflection, Contrition, and Redemption. What is necessary for each to be adequately fulfilled will be determined by the degree of the transgression. In general society we have three distinct levels of transgression: the Misdemeanor, the Felony, and Treason. Similar distinctions may be made within the relationship. Infractions of Competence should be roughly equivalent to the Misdemeanor. These would include inattention, sloppiness, lackadaisical or unfocused behavior, omitting detail, taking short cuts, etc. Repeated Infractions of Competence, as well as demonstrations of Lack of Enthusiasm or Promptness, elements not associated with competency of task but integral to the proper execution of any and all tasks, should be considered Felonies. These are qualities not learned from the Master, rather brought willingly to the relationship by the slave itself, and hence are properly expected as incorporated into each and every behavior on the part of the slave. Willfull Disobedience is Treasonous, for it is a deliberate transgression toward the Master and upon the framework of the relationship itself.
During its time in Reflection, the slave should be made to understand that it will be expected to offer adequate Contrition, which may take the form of Interrogation and Confession. It should be prepared to identify the causes of its transgression and offer reason as to why/how such behavior will not take place in the future. Once the Master is satisfied that true Contrition has been exhibited, the slave will be offered the opportunity for Redemption, otherwise known as Punishment. It is preferable if the execution of punishment is delayed for at least 24 hours. This ensures that the Master may devise a regimen most appropriate to the transgression and most likely to effect the corrective aspect that the punishment must carry; the 'lesson' if you will. Such a delay also ensures that the punishment is delivered dispassionately - anger should play no part. Other timing considerations are certainly appropriate: time to gather/construct the appropriate materials, necessary recovery time (over a weekend ...), and to further the period in which the slave may anticipate its treatment.
Just as with the 'arrest', the specific protocols for Reflection, Contrition, and Redemption, should each be unique, rigorously applied, and obviously distinguishable from any other typical activity within the relationship. From clothing worn, to instruments used, to positions taken, and statements pronounced, the process of Reflection, Contrition, and Redemption should be unique. Without this formality, punishment may be indistinguishable from other more typical harsh treatment - the difference being that the lesson may be lost. The slave must be made to understand how disappointing this procedure is for the Master. The relationship has been damaged, time has been lost, plans have been disrupted, progress has been set back, the foundation may have even been undermined. Masters have any opportunity they choose to treat their slaves in any manner they choose, without excuse or pretense. Punishment for transgression should be of a wholly distinct character and purpose beyond the mere entertainment of the Master; it is designed to make a more perfect union (if I may be so bold as to bastardize a noble document). If it helps to keep this in perspective, remember that the notions of Reflection, Contrition, and Redemption are inherently religious in origin. A certain Reverence for the process might be in order. |
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"Untruth did not begin with us;
it will not end with us."
Alexander Solzhenitzyn 1918 - 2008 |
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I do not need the exercise. I do not need the practice. If it holds no interest for me, I will not engage it.
If you are merely the slave, you are not worth using. If you are merely the whore, you are not worth taking. If you are merely the slut, you are not worth fucking. If you are merely the bitch, you are not worth beating. If you are merely the cunt, you are not worth breaking.
If you are truely capable, you may be worth the using. If you are interesting, you may be worth the taking. If I like you, you may be worth the fucking. If I am passionate about you, you may be worth the beating. And if I respect you, you may be worth the breaking.
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For some women, resistence is willful, relishing in the struggle and thus being conquered, essential to the experience desired - of being broken. For others, even those of most purposeful surrender, struggle will yet exist. Decades of ego, self-initiation, and self-preservation will necessarily protect their accustomed domain. Yet instinctual resistance must invariably yield. Regardless of the acquiescence of the slave, the sincerity of intent, the demonstrative proclamation of unconditional surrender, force will be required. She may unlock the door but another must blow the hinges out of the wall. Acquiescence is but invitation to treatment, the rest is in the hands of the surgeon. Multiple treatments over an extended period of time will be necessary to reduce ego into remission. Only then may rehabilitation instill development of the persona desired. The means, force; the method, brutality; the result, beauty.
The seawall cannot resist the ocean. No other force is so appropriate for its ultimate demise. Constructed to specifically withstand the onslought of this most menacing intruder, it, in the final analysis, cannot. The thunderous pounding of relentless waves, the incessant gnawing of salt, the stoutest constitution will eventually dissolve into the will of its assailant, that entity which is perpetually attracted, drawing its power from the motion and nature of Earth itself, persistently compelled to everlasting seige upon its prey - a prey splayed out in supine repose before its conquerer. She cries out to heaven even as she is swept into the abyss. |
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"Making Chaos out of Order -
Making Order out of Chaos."
George Carlin
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In reference to comments regarding the previous entry: Of course I have never claimed to make anything up, that 'omega', or 'O', or 'zero' have been utilized as a designation for (and by) slaves is certainly nothing new. The application here is strictly within the class of those already identified as slave according to particular characteristics exhibited, or tendencies displayed. Certain slaves are more discriminating in their mode of service, some less so. Some may be compelled into certain acts, others, not. Internal disposition and definition of service will be controlling factors. I simply employ the term 'omega' for those with the broadest definition of service, both physically and emotionally, coupled with a distinct lack of desire for any act of initiation. Their desire is to be used, thoroughly used; to be controlled, thoroughly controlled. It has been suggested to me that they may yet, in fact, be trainable. Although I am not completely skeptical regarding this point, I do wonder about the extent to which this is possible without undermining their otherwise absolute passive nature.
I am also curious about the omega's ability to accept forms of degradation. I employ this term in the loosest sense, as an 'umbrella' if you will, for such physical undertakings such as those included in defilement and objectification, to the more emotionally based forms, incorporating everything from simple embarrassment to full blown humiliation. My concern is not so much that they would be incapable of being subjected to the acts themselves, but rather immune to the emotional trauma generally associated with them. Might it be rather like whipping a girl who had no nervous system? No screams? Utterly pointless. I have always found such exercises useful as a measure of not only a slave's compliance, but an indicator of the extent to which I was being given free access to and control over her mind. I have also always relished the process of getting her to that point; the pleading anguish written in her face, the hesitancy of behavior, indicating the internal battle over her own dehumanization ... and recognition of her own complicity in the very act.
I fear that such a slave would be subject to the cruelest, most debasing, of treatment, just to see what, if anything, would get a rise out of her (though from my point of view there would be far too much enjoyment in the infliction to allow any petty 'fears' for her psychological well being creep into the proceedings - we're all consenting adults here). But from her point of view, it is all service, and the more difficult the service, all the more she may ingratiate herself to her Master. In this strategy I can find no fault. If I am not creative enough to find enjoyment in one who so faithfully and selflessly serves, is that not my problem?
(It is certainly not an 'issue'; remembering from an earlier rant that men don't have 'issues'. That women may or may not have 'issues' is an estrogen thing; in this I must acquiesce to the conclusion of those in that category ... women. But in the world of testosterone, I assure you there are no such things as 'issues'. They are but external topics of dispassionate, and often academic, discourse, not internal or interpersonal qualities open to analysis. Men, quite simply, have 'problems'. Period. To speak of men as having 'issues' makes about as much sense as referring to men's ovaries - ill-founded and misapplied, pure psycho-babble.) |
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I am not in the habit of inventing vocabulary, but am certainly not averse to its modification. Even in this, constructions which strike me as new, novel, or unique are never claimed as proprietary. Others appear to have similar perverse neural characteristics, thus I am always loathe to assume that any given idea possess a 'first in the history of the universe' quality, merely yet another in a series of primate speculations.
In as much as reference is made to 'alpha' this and 'beta' that, I have come to the realization that in the realm the submissive personality, there exist those who must be termed 'omega'. Omegas are those who, in any social setting, in any sociological hierarchy, will gravitate (literally as well as figuratively) to the bottom of the group. They only find comfort in an unchallenging position, and will therefore allow any other to exert dominance over them. Seeking maximum comfort, they will often exhibit submission several orders of magnitude beyond that necessary to demonstrate their lack of threat toward any other member. This places them in a position of accepting extremes of abuse, but this is not always necessarily a sign of masochism, rather the necessary price to be paid to occupy this unique status. And this is a unique status, and as such is part of the motivation. They realize they are not 'strong' enough to establish and hold a level of 'higher' esteem (a feat and level which would likely go unrecognized anyway); diving to the bottom is so much easier. They may have to endure the disdain of other 'i am not a doormat' submissives, but that is preferable to direct competition with them. From the Dominants, they are likely to receive as much attention as the alphas - maybe just not quite the affection (of which all submissives are suspicious anyway).
So I write this not out of condemnation, but rather an attempt at comprehension. We must all manage in the way that suits us best. We can not do otherwise. |
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There are words; there are meanings. Somewhere in between may lie truth. Yes, in my previous writings you will find a penchant for rearranging common vocabulary, yet I make no attempt to proscribe others' usage. When I speak of 'authority' rather than 'power' or 'compliance' rather than 'obedience', these are simply more appropriate descriptors of the phenomena as I perceive them. Such is the difference between 'proscriptive' and 'descriptive' dictionaries. It does not mean I will fail to understand your use of the more commonly employed terms or that you should adopt mine. As the one responsible for what spews forth from my mouth (or fingertips), it is incumbent upon me to faithfully represent those thoughts.
Thus here are a few other words which are bandied about but for which I entertain more specific connotation. In my own scheme of things, the total slave is synthesis of 5 distinct personas, the 5 masks or roles or ranges of duty she is prevailed upon to burden. The first is as the slave herself. In this role she is the servant of the Master, the domestic, the worker bee; herein is encompassed the myriad of daily physical tasks which her Master requires, whether in or outside of the home. The c'unt is the one which is used sexually by the Master for his own purposes and fulfillment. She is nothing other than the embodiment of her 3 hot, moist, and ever available holes. The bitch absorbs the harsh, or even extreme, physical use by her Master. She takes the whippings and the beatings, the torture and the punishment. Note that I do not refer to this as 'abuse'. One cannot abuse what one already owns (just as one cannot 'take' what one already owns); use may be light or it may be harsh, use may be extreme, but it is still use.
The whore is the one who receives the mental torment; the psychological degradation and humiliation. She is the one who must find the pride in her otherwise demeaning condition. The slut is the extent to which she exhibits eagerness and enthusiasm in all of her roles; the slave, c'unt, bitch, and/or whore who is able to demonstrate lust in her service, status, and condition. Thus all actions of each of the various slave personas contribute to, or detract from, this ultimate end. Categorization of her efforts derived from each persona allows for specific critique in those areas in which she fails to excel. To the extent she can invoke the image of the slut, better yet the wanton slut, in her Master's mind represents the extent to which she has endeared herself to him. In the right light, even a weed may be perceived as a flower. It is worth noting that only the slut will ever be given the opportunity to experience orgasm, and to the degree that this might be desirable from time to time, provides the slave a basis for contemplation and incentive for enthusiasm in all areas of service. But even the wanton c'unt must be ever aware, her orgasm is not for her benefit, or even reward. It will exist only as her Master wishes to observe her in yet another state of uncontrolable intensity. The slave orgasm is still for, of, and about the Master.
PS: Of course I know how to spell c'unt, but the system has gotten prudish all of a sudden. The apostrophe typically represents a missing letter - the notion of possession is moot in the case of a slave. And as Frank Zappa would say, "the crux of the biscuit is the apostrophe". |
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"Daydream, which is to thought as the nebula is to the star, borders on Sleep, and is concerned with it as its Frontier. An atmosphere inhabited by living transparancies; there's a beginning of the Unknown. But beyond it the Possible opens out, Immense. Other beings, other facts, are there. No supernaturalism, only the occult continuation of infinite nature ... Sleep is in contact with the Possible, which we also call the Improbable. The world of night is a world. Night, as night, is a Universe ... The dark things of the unknown world become neighbors of Man, whether by true communication or by a visionary enlargement of the Distances of the Abyss ... And the sleeper, not quite seeing, not quite unconscious, glimpses the strange animalities, weird vegetations, terrible or radiant pallors, ghosts, masks, figures, hydras, confusions, moonless moonlights, obscure unmakings of miracle, growths and vanishings within a murky depth, shapes floating in shadow, the whole mystery which we call Dreaming, ... is nothing other than the approach of an Invisible Reality. The Dream is the Aquarium of Night."
Victor Hugo
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The Illusion of the D/s Relationship
Relationships may take one of three forms: Partnership, Dominant/submissive, and Master/slave. Each is characterized by the degree of Autonomy, Sovereignty, or Self-Agency enjoyed and exercised by each of the parties involved. Autonomy is expressed by one's practical exercise of Initiation and/or Refusal within the context of the relationship, and may be as well characterized in the extent to which Negotiation plays a role in decision making and dispute resolution between the parties.
Partnerships are relationships of Equivalent Authority; each party brings to the table and maintains his/her sense of self-agency. Though decision making may be delegated to one party or another in certain aspects of life (one picks the car, the other picks the drapes), this arrangement of dynamic equilibrium is of mutual consent, and either party feels free to initiate or refuse, to offer objection and alternate proposals; negotiation is a prominant tool in dispute resolution. Since both parties retain a keen sense of sovereignty, neither will fail to notice nor hesitate to bring to the other's attention any situation in which the Balance of Authority has become askew. Members of such 50-50% arrangements will readily notice the slightest tilt in the playing field - when the ball begins to roll off the table. Long before the imbalance reaches, say 55-45%, a restabilization will be required. Again, each party's sense of self-agency will preclude any inhibition toward a call for reckoning, the initiation of negotiation.
The other forms of relationship are characterized by their Inequivalence of Authority (note absence of reference to the word 'power', the often kinetic application of force irrespective of the presence of Authority - much less reference to such ridiculously asinine phrases such as 'total power exchange'). The Dominant/submissive relationship is one whereby a degree of Authority is ceeded a priori by the submissive partner to the dominant. Such an act diminishes the submissive's sense of personal sovereignty and self-agency, and results in a commensurate reduction in the ability to initiate or refuse; the role of negotiation is similarly lessened. In a relationship which is initially established with a 60-40%, 70-30%, or 80-20% Inequivalence of Authority it will be all the more difficult to recognize when this 'balance' has been achieved, maintained, or indeed if it has been exceeded. With the playing field set so askew, slippage of Authority toward the dominant party is more than likely. The 60-40% will slip to 70-30%, the 70-30% to 80-20%, etc. This inherent inbalance confounds calibration.
Combined with the reduction in the self-agency in the submissive, not only will it be some time before any exaggeration in the imbalance becomes apparent, but even longer before the submissive is sufficiently prompted to call it to the dominant's attention. In the mean time, the dominant has become used to the imbalance as the natural state of affairs. Unaccustomed to the exercise of initiation/refusal on the part of the submissive, or negotiation between the two, it is unlikely the originally agreed upon levels will be restored. The very act of the submissive digging in his/her heels, questioning, much less resisting, undermines the framework of the relationship. Indeed, most submissives and dominants alike fully expect such shifts in Authority over time; 'soft limits' are eliminated, 'hard limits' are eroded, etc.
The 'problem', if one exists, is that the only stable outcome is the evolution (devolution?) over time into Master/slave status. Once decision making has reached 90-10% (9 of 10 decisions), 95-5% (19 of 20 decisions), 97.5-2.5% (39 of 40 decisions) ... take your pick ... most would agree that the relationship has moved beyond the Dominant/submissive description. Beyond this point, Inequivalence of Authority is virtually absolute. Without sovereignty, autonomy, self-agency, without the practical ability to initiate or refuse, when negotiation ceases to play a role, all Right is reduced to Privilege; a State of Slavery exists.
Now, as is often mentioned, the sub has autonomy, the slave does not; the sub maintains property, the slave does not, etc. Though these may well be true in a technical sense, they offer little practical distinction within the context of the relationship itself. Autonomy must be exercised freely to have any real value, and as anyone knows who has ever been in any sort of long term relationship, property tends to become mutual, money fungible. How decisions are made within the relationship is the only salient question. Any distinctions between sub & slave will only become apparent upon the dissolution of the relationship - not within it, not while it is running it's course.
Let's just say you're a submissive, not a slave.
Ask yourself: at work, do have the right to make decisions, or merely the privilege? Is this something 'earned' or are your superiors obliged to honor your opinion? If you are a minority stockholder in a company, do you get to make decisions in proportion to the amount of stock held? Do you have any other options than to acquiesce or bail out? In none of the situations would you consider yourself a slave, but do you have any recourse other than those available to a slave (providing of course we are implying the consentual variety of slavery here)? So, no, you are not a slave. Keep telling yourself that. It will provide comfort, offer solace. Keep repeating it over an over, but don't be surprised if after awhile, it begins to sound like other familiar phrases such as: 'state's rights', 'state's rights', 'state's rights', .......... 'Sadaam and 9/11', 'Sadaam and 9/11', 'Sadaam and 9/11', ......... 'weapons of mass destruction', 'weapons of mass destruction', 'weapons of mass destruction', ............
D/s is an illusion. It is the foot in the door. Very, very few relationships will achieve this 'perfect instability', and retain such status over the long term. All dominants know where these things are ultimately headed. We don't have to look for slaves per se, subs are merely slaves who are trying to pretend otherwise. Autonomy? What autonomy? Limits? What limits? As sub or slave, your options are the same: acquiesce, or bail. The most important question you must ask yourself is the following: "What kind of Master will this Dominant become as I slip inexorably into His slavery?"
And just so this doesn't end on such a note of utter foreboding, remember, if he does want you, there are qualities he not only wants to preserve, but will encourage to flourish. That you will lose all sense of 'self' may be unfounded, or at least, an exaggeration. |
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NEURAL EXERCISES for the DOMESTICATED
JELLYFISH
Suspended - planktonic - senses sequestered,
medium as corpus, corpus .. medium,
saline ether;
flow without orientation,
consciousness without locus,
the peace of non-definition,
no presence of absense of being,
no absence of presence,
processing, not perception,
but no other, not else;
harmonics of mantra circulating within
from without,
creature of ocean, of atmosphere,
of plasma, of breath, of pulse;
universe,
that which is alive,
self-fulfilling prophecy
generating & receiving
evidence & recognition
of its own existence;
it feels itself, therefore
it is - itself,
cognition;
thus all is alive,
tentacles outstretched from medusa,
defining realm, range, but not self,
no acts of discrimination,
a distinction not beyond comprehension
yet apart from conception;
that life is recognition of existence,
then all perceived is essential
to the life realized,
perception of the world as an exercise
in introspection,
internalization of the universe;
that which is not alive
simply is not;
death, rather
an incapacity to feel,
to perceive existence
to sense state of being;
'it is very hard to be dead',
for Rilke, for us,
the question then,
how much experience
how much sensation
how much life
can we bear?
Hooded, ears plugged, jaw strapped shut, suspended gently yet thoroughly supported, she floats outstretched, parallel to floor and ceiling. No connection to her earth, a creature of sea, in atmosphere, and in acclimation, of breath. Only breasts hang pendously, weight counterpoised to gentle rocking. She must learn that her body is but, but not, the outline of her own nervous system; fibers reaching out into space, her tentacles, of her medusa. She must learn dynamics and dimension, exercise her inherent flexibility, unhinge consciousness from its crainial moorings, to float effortlessly the length, breadth, depth of her own corpus; flow of cytoplasm supporting ionic waves over somatic membrane. Mind must follow stimulation, liberate itself from cortical function, not passively await report. No seat of consciousness, rather roundhouse of redirection. The locus of existence cannot remain behind the bastions of the forehead, perched in upstairs window gazing through sensory portals. As the world invades, from every direction, in every manner, whether knocking at the door, banging at the shutters, burrowing beneath the floor; she must go forth to investigate, follow all sensation over her perimeter. Actively being is not an intransitive state; agency becomes life. Fetal retraction into medusa is a recoil from potential for experience, diminution to the infinitessimal with but frail, exposed, dangling, and vulnerable appendages. But stretching, throughout, beyond boundaries, hydraulic surge and conscious intent constitute birth, eagerness, lust. Raw nerves, exposed to elements soothing and harsh, stung by acidic air, bathed in cool sweat. Tentative yields to ardent yields to zeal yields to voracious. Confidence overrides friction. Pleasure displaces discomfort. Ecstasy supersedes pain. Demonstration of life. Declaration of self.
to be as responsive as a jellyfish,
of, and of its environs
as flexible, as delicate, as pliable, as eager,
as beautiful, as searching, as seeking,
as hungry
indiscriminant
immaterial
saturated iridescence.
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THE 7 DAYS OF SUBMISSION:
a Protocol for Surrender
"Thus thou must Do
if thou (wilt) have it,
and that which rather
thou dost Fear to Do than wishest ...
should be Undone."
Lady MacBeth
The intrusion of Dominance into relationships for which prior consent has not been granted is at best rude, at worst unethical. Specific and unambiguous invitation is required. It is one thing for me to 'claim' you, to assert my intentions toward your person, yet it is of no practical effect whatsoever without voluntary and enthusiastic acquiescence on your part ... "to all our nights and days to come, give solely sovereign sway and masterdom."
Upon arrival at a state of realization: of the inadequacy and vagueries of a Dominant/submissive relationship for the preference of one characterized by the certainty of the Master/slave dynamic, of the relinquishing of all right and privilege, consumed by the need to be consumed, the offer of the potential slave must follow a strict regimen (but a taste of that to follow).
On the day of first declaration of intent, I shall acknowledge receipt of the offer and respond with the following instructions:
Tomorrow, you will resubmit & reaffirm your original statement (type it again - this is not a cut/paste/copy exercise) with an additional 2 statements/paragraphs/stanzas expressing the increase in depth of feeling and urgency of desire which has occurred in the past 24 hours.
On the third day, you will resubmit & reaffirm what you have written on the previous days, appending an additional 3 statements.
On the fourth day, you will follow the previous day's instructions, adding another 4 statements. The process will follow thus through the seventh day.
These additional writings (28 in all) should be expressions of the increasing order of magnitude of commitment and building desire for your impending enslavement. They will reflect what you need, how badly you need it, why you believe I am the One to provide it; thoughts inundating your life by day, invading your dreams by night; that which MUST be said; describing as it happens the process through which you are becoming liberated from your self as you are drawn into my self.
For the course of these 7 days, apart from initial acknowledgement, you will receive NO word from me; neither encouragement nor discouragement, approval or disapproval. There will be no indication as to 'how you're doing' or whether I am finding your statements satisfactory. This act must be of your own volition, demonstrating a consistency and persistency of conviction. If you find yourself unsure whether your efforts are sufficient, quite possibly then, they are not - try harder, withhold nothing. If, on the other hand, over the course of days you do not sense an increasing enthusiasm or anxiousness for spilling ever more onto the page, and the state of existence toward which it is leading, then possibly you should rethink the entire proposition.
I shall respond on the eighth day.
Though nothing whatever to do with any response I might give, a reprise from an earlier journal entry suddenly recalls itself: lines from TS Eliot:
"All shall be well,
and all manner of thing shall be well,
when the tongues of flame
are infolded
into the crowned knot of fire,
and the fire
and the rose
are one."
To think of the lovely scent and exquisite cries released as the rose/fire consumes itself.
To consume: a fuller conjugation is in order.
to consume
to be consumed
to self consume
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ECLIPSE (draft)
His shadow envelops
drapes over you, gossamer shroud
membraneous, slik, spider web
flexibility & strength
only the finest hairs pass the pores/intersections
Breezes caress not the skin
yet bend each hair
constant stimulation without habituation
It penetrates your nostrils,
constantly feeding His musky scent
It burrows into your ears,
reverberating His deep & sonorous voice
It unfolds into your mouth,
around teeth & tongue,
down your throat,
shrink wrapped vocal chords,
providing the molasses of His sweat & cum
It meanders every fold between your legs,
invades openings,
penetrating, stretching
From above and below, meets within
corsets interior to exterior
juxtaposition & opposition ---- leverage
Merges with your metabolism
then overrides it
Pulls ribcage outward against its its own
crushing opposition against your breasts.
Sucking cool air in,
forcing humid breath out.
It breathes you.
No breathenters without visa,
No sigh escapes without interrogation.
Pulses your blood through your arteries,
draws it back round your veins.
Provider of inner warmth.
Wraps over every crease/fissure of your brain,
stretches as your own thoughts
become its own thoughts,
surges its His thoughts
become yours.
Becomming from within, guiding from without.
Every motion,
controlled tension - measured relaxation.
Liberation in one direction,
binding in the opposite.
Breathing pinches nipples,
walking pulls labia, twists clit.
The filtering of your cornea
loosens the eyes to see unseen.
Others in similar condition
accepting & consumed,
serene yet driven,
quietly gliding, floating, pulled along
hydroplaned across the surface of earth.
Outward calm
as response
to inner tsunami.
Until all you know,
universe is void ...
existence, vacuum ...
in the twilight
of your Master's eclipse.
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Pavarotti e muto.
(Pavarotti is silent)
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Some seem to appreciate it, some put off by it. We're all different, with differing expectations. I hear so many deride the approach of so many Dominants in their heavy handed monosyllabic Neanderthalisms regarding all the 'wonderful' things they have in store for your bodies. If I considered them collegues, I would be compelled to apologize on thier behalf - but alas, I do not. And for those of you who are not sufficiently aroused by my refraining from detailing precisely how, in my opening message, I intend to drag you down the beach by the hair into some secluded (or was it quite public?) cove, describing all the implements & gadgets & body parts I plan to mercilessly inflict upon your helpless physique, I was probably committing an error in judgement by writing to you in the first place. I am well aware that some are looking for nothing more than a new scene partner for next week's social (that for so many, this 'lifestyle' is merely an adolescent substitute for the church-political party-country club-softball team-bowling league-frat/sorority you cannot otherwise find is a topic for another time). In my correspondance with one woman who had cited her frustration with 'angry and bitter' Doms and their graphic overtures, I assured her I would resist reference to what I was going to do with my thingy to her thingy while I thingied her all over to the point of utter thinginess while she was thingied to a tree. She seemed to appreciate my restraint.
For all but the largest of you, suffice it to say that dragging you down the beach would be no problem for me. But my interest lies more in determining whether or not you would be interested in following me down the beach, accompanying me in excursions over the rocks, around the next headland, exploring the wavecut caves - interested in a similar journey as opposed to concentrating initially on the particular activities along the way. By the very fact that we are on a website such as this, you may rest assured that I shall, in fact, drag you off, on a fairly regular basis, to inflict some serious ravishing upon what was once 'your' person. The details will emerge as we come to know one another; there is plenty of time, all the time in the world; the conversation will carry us there. I just have this strange notion that you may care to know something about the sensibilities and interests and manner of curiosity of the One to whom an ultimate surrender will be required for access to this particular journey - beyond that realized when you are bound, blindfolded, and breathless.
But that is simply my own little world. It is not necessary for it to be so very large. It is not designed to accommodate very many people. It is a personal and private excursion, not a class field trip. Indeed, if all were to follow, I should be compelled to head out in another direction.
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"I have been circling
around the ancient tower
for a thousand years...
and I still don't know whether
I'm a falcon,
a storm,
or a great soul."
Rilke
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***
"By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes."
W.S.
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***
For Lin: a sweetheart
(and moreover, for those who
fail to understand her)
"Those whom Heaven helps are called
the Children of Heaven.
They do not Learn this by Learning.
They do not Work it by Working at it.
They do not Reason it by applying Reason.
To allow Understanding to cease
at that which cannot be Understood
is a high attainment.
Those who cannot do this will be destroyed
upon the Lathe of Heaven."
Chaung Tse XXIII
(Note: the transliteration of the author's name is how I first found it, and most likely from a derivation of the old Wade-Giles system - I am well aware that under the newer Pinyin system, this would probably be something like 'Jong' or 'Zhong' 'Tze' .... or maybe not)
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'If you'll be the Woman I want, I can be the Man you need.' I have yet to hear or read of recognition of the fundamental, underlying basis of the 'lifestyle'. Once in awhile mention is given in acknowledgement of the necessity of appropriate discipline or punishment to the underlying behavior patterns in question. But I've yet to encounter the deeper purpose of those behaviors in the first place. The true purpose for all the ritual & protocol is to instill, in an almost Pavlovian way, a set of behaviors that the Master will find irresistable. All of the writings of subs/slaves as the 'canvas' (a popular current metaphor) upon which the Master imprints His will, still fails to address the reasoning behind it all - and what this type of relationship provides for each of the parties involved.
As is all too common in 'vanilla' relationships, at some point beyond the one during which the parties pledge body & soul to the other (regardless of the degree of formality involved), sex takes on a special status requiring consent & permission. It becomes a bargaining chip in the relationship rather than a unifying principle. As it becomes less frequent, an event for special occasions, or reward for favors rendered, it is removed from the central set of everyday activity. As the need for sexual intimacy goes unfulfilled, attention will stray and the glue holding the couple together will weaken. Periodic attempts to 'spice up' the marriage by merely relaxing the necessary requirements for such a 'reward' or adding a few more 'special occasions' to the calendar miss the point. Special occasions are not found on any calendar; they may occur on any day of the week; any time of the day. If I have to seek permission or await the convenience of kissing my wife on the cheek, or slapping her on the ass, or pinching her nipple, or having sex with her ----- I'm out of there.
For the woman in a 'vanilla' relationship, if sex has become a bargaining tool, one may well get to go shopping more often, but will be ravished much less so. If judging from the sales of romance novels & vibrators, and the propensity of the selection of 'bad boy' companions is any indication, it appears there is something in the female psyche that does want to possess the power to bring out the most raw animalistic qualities in a man - especially her man. This feeds her ego as well as her fantasy life. She knows that if she has this power, and is willing to use it, her man will be less likely to be tempted by the competition. But she must be prepared for the consequences; that from time to time she is going to find herself bent over the kitchen counter (even, and especially, if it's inconvenient - not to mention complete disregard for the notion of 'permission').
So what the 'lifestyle' (or any similar form of it) is attempting to promote is the simple recognition of the principle of lust as an essential cornerstone of the relationship. Yes, good old fashioned, but less than fashionable, LUST! Unlike the checkbook, typically kept in the hands of the most frugal partner, lust must be controlled by the most sexually Dominant. Where the female adopts, at the male's direction, those very gestures, postures, positions, acts, & behaviors that he finds irresistable - he will always come home to her. She receives the man over whom she knows her charms do work (feeding her ego), that he will always come home to her (security), and ... gets the bad-boy-pirate-kidnapper-who-falls-in-love-with-the-maiden of her dreams. Recognizing she will receive more than she can endure, it is this very endurance which will provide the best testament to her devotion.
While he will spend all day devising what he is going to do to her, and she will spend all day wondering what devilish devising in which he is engaged, the neighbors are consumed with whether they are going to have Chinese or Italian that night for dinner. Lust is an animalistic emotion. A couple who has literally trained themselves to make it part of their daily lives, as integral as eating-breathing-working-sleeping, will not be able to avoid its lure. There will be no such thing as going weeks or months without having sex. And from the lust will come the other emotional & intellectual bonds that hold a couple together. From the magnetism of lust will come sex, companionship, friendship, and love - all of which are so much more complex and require the will and commitment on the part of each to develop, be sustained, and grow. Hence the opening line: 'If you'll be the Woman I want, I can be the Man that you need'.
Remember, opposite ends of magnets don't have to communicate, they are instantly attracted - then, if they wish, they may communicate. The idea isn't how to 're-kindle' a flame, or even to 'keep the fire going', rather to continually throw another log onto the blaze.
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Mental Bondage & Internal Enslavement
(a micro-view)
With Surrender, you grant unquestioned and unfettered access to all the doors, paths, passageways, and recesses of your mind - of special interest will be those you've forgotten, hidden, lost, &/or denied. Ultimately, I'm going to occupy every nook and cranny of your being; every cell and fiber (we aren't just talkin' holes here). I'm going to crawl up your brain stem and park myself at the very center of your soul; a vantage point from which I may observe everything - everything said & unsaid - everything felt & unfelt - everything thought & unthought. This is the vantage point from which I shall become a Participant in every ... neural ... transaction, riding the calcium ions across your synapses, altering the excitatory & inhibitory balance of somatic equilibrium that gives rise to your sense of being and consciousness. I shall be a part of you as fully as any other part, yet spanning across All, will be as ubiquitous as anything you have ever known as 'self'.
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I ran across a quote on one of these sites recently which, at the time, I thought was mildly humerous, but in the interim has taken on the mantle of being clever as hell. I regret that I cannot remember whose it is or even the precise wording, but if the author sees this, I will be glad to give credit, alter, or delete it. At any rate it goes something like this:
'cut the poetry crap and slap me already'
Is this not brilliant? I love it. Truely. But allow me to use this as a springboard for an experiment in visualization. To all of the ladies reading this, I would first ask your indulgence to imagine the entire set of men who are capable (or suitable) of slapping you. Good. Secondly, now visualize the entire set of men who understand, and can read poetry - by 'read' I mean those who can utilize the intonation & inflection, the phrasing & pacing necessary to render the full power of the work as it was first envisioned in the mind of the author (or at least as it left his/her pen) (if you wish to include a deep, sonorous, resonant voice as an audio adjunct to your visualization, please feel free). Now thirdly, visualize the set of men who can accomplish both of the aforementioned tasks. How large is this set? It may not be terribly large, but it should not be empty. So just remember ladies, it is possible to be slapped by someone who understands the poetry of it. You can have your cake and have it shoved it your mouth (& possibly elsewhere) too.
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Just how well do we communicate across
these screens? After 6 million years of face-to-face, eyeball-to-eyeball, eyelash-to-eyelash communication, just how adept are any of us at this? How many of us have misunderstandings with those with whom we have had intimate relationships for decades? With all the verbal & nonverbal cues - intonation, inflection, gesture, body language, facial expression, context, etc., etc., etc., (not to mention the communicative/expressive facility of any given person within the parameters of this medium), how many of really have ANY CLUE WHATSOEVER regarding the character of the person on the other side of this screen? Precious little. But THIS IS ALL WE HAVE TO WORK WITH, isn't it? Of course it is. We are flying by the seat of our pants, arriving at the most well formed judgements all of our experience can muster. Just remember, with incessant online practice, in 6 MILLION YEARS you MAY be just as good at misinterpreting those online as you NOW are face-to-face. So pass all the judgements you will; value heresay as gospel; praise & condemn blindly in the full light of your monitor, and waste away believing this constitutes experience.
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"... our task is only beginning,
... there will never be given to us
even the ghost of any help,
save the help of unutterable
and unthinkable time
... the infinite whirl of death and birth,
out of which we cannot escape,
is of our own creation,
of our own seeking
... the eternal sorrow is but the
eternal hunger of insatiable desire
... the burnt-out suns are rekindled
only by the inextinguishable passions
of vanished lives"
Lafcadio Hearn
Out of the East
(excerpt)
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"If you want to meet me
at no special place,
I'll be there
at no particular time."
Mose Allison
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"Of course, it is strange to live no more on the earth,
to abandon customs one barely had
time to learn,
not to see roses and other promising things in terms of
a human future,
to be held no more as one was
in anxious hands,
and to have even one's name
put aside like a broken toy.
Strange to no longer desire one's
desires.
Strange to see things that seemed
to belong together
floating away
in every direction.
It is very hard to be dead,
full of reflection,
before emerge the first
traces of eternity."
Ranier Maria Rilke
The Duino Elegies
'First Elegy' (excerpt)
(personal translation)
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I do not require a Rhodes scholar -
I shall make you into one.
I do not require a poet, writer, painter,
sculptor, potter, dancer, actress, or
musician -
I shall make you into one.
I do not require one who is elegant of
movement or eloquent of speech -
I shall make you into one.
I do not require one of lean, toned, or
sculpted physique -
I shall make you into one.
I do not require one who is a totally
selfless limitless sexual libertine -
I shall make you into one.
I do not require one who has relinquished
all vestiges of ego for the liberation
of her spirit -
I shall make you into one.
***
The stripping away of ego is the well-
worn path to enlightenment. It is also the
rocky road of the slave. The self-imposed limits of behavior by which we define our
character are by no means arbitrary, but
they are subjective, therefore, maleable.
Principles of etiquitte and decorum inherited from society are not without foundation, but with the realization of the greater set of principles available,
foundations are questioned; foundations shift. A Master is going to set the slave upon a path designed to instill a sense of separation of the shell of the body from the source of the spirit. Relinquishing control of the body through a rigorous series of ever-demanding, ever-intrusive lessons, allows the slave the opportunity to experience its own spirit unencumbered by the tethers accumulated over a lifetime's conscious intervention. As
we progress, the degree of promtness and
enthusiasm with which instructions are
executed is indicative of the liberation of
the spirit from the ego. This is often referred to as 'obedience', but I prefer to think it in terms of 'compliance'. A light bulb does not 'obey' the command of the switch, it simply 'complies' with the new state of affairs with which it is presented - its reaction, virtually instantaneous, so much so that one might even characterize its response as enthusiastic. The light bulb operates on a much more fundamental level of response than 'obedience' would connote - the level toward which I believe a slave should aspire. 'Obedience' represents evidence of the presence/interaction of higher cognitive structures than 'compliance' does. 'Obedience' is indicative of an internal process of checking potential responses against a pre-established template of appropriate responses. 'Compliance', on the other hand, does not preclude such internal check, but dictates that any such check be done after the execution of the response required by the situation posed. 'Compliance' then, becomes a much more effective measure of the state of the slave's relinquished ego, and as such a measure of the degree to which the slave has been liberated from its hold.
As the nature of the situations with which the slave is confronted become more and more disincongruous from those of prior experience, and as the trust and esteem with which the slave holds the Master increase, the spontaniety and enthusiasm of the slave's responses will be directly indicative of prior established limits being moved/reduced. One can never say, in the beginning of a relationship, which limits will be affected the most - which will fall away completely - which will barely move at all. All we may guarantee is that all will be identified, and that all will be tested. Only afterward may the slave's so-called 'hard' limits be truely identified. Only then may we determine the inhibitory residual effect these lingering presences will have upon the fulfillment of the slave's ultimate objectives (you know, those objectives - those reasons she sought out this life in the first place). Sometimes you can only go as far as you can go. Often you can go farther, maybe tomorrow, maybe next week, maybe next year. But if not, sometimes as far as you can go ... is good enough.
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"For last year's words belong
to last year's language
And next year's words
await another voice."
"For liberation - not less of love
but expanding
Of love beyond desire,
and so liberation
From the future as well as the past."
"What we call the beginning
is often the end
And to make an end
is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from."
"With the drawing of this love
and the voice of this calling
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time."
"And all shall be well, and
All manner of thing shall be well
By the purification of the motive
In the ground of our beseeching."
"And all shall be well, and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one."
T.S. Eliot
Four Quartets
'Little Gidding'
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"In order to arrive there,
To arrive where you are,
To get from where you are not,
You must go by a way wherein there is no ecstasy.
In order to arrive at what you
do not know
You must go by a way which is
the way of ignorance.
In order to possess
what you do not possess
You must go by the way
of dispossession.
In order to arrive at what
you are not
You must go through the way
in which you are not.
And what you do not know
is the only thing you know
And what you own
is what you do not own
And where you are
is where you are not."
T.S. Eliot
Four Quartets
'East Coker'
(excerpt)
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*** The Slave's Shibari (a haiku) ((for all seasons))
Bound to Destined Search
the One to whom she Succombs
Destined Surrender
*** I have been asked if I am a 'Member of the Lifestyle'. While I do indeed have a 'manner of living', said 'manner' not unfortunately precludes membership in any organized religion. Or, to put it another way:
"I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed, or numbered. My life is my own."
(extra credit for those who can provide the correct citation for the preceeding quote)
*** My philosophy of Domination is drawn from a quotation provided to me in a very different context, from one of my major professors. And, owing to its broad applicability, it is one I often use in my classes. Its language is archaic and requires careful reading, and in this present context, if one substitutes the words 'slave' for 'thing' and 'Master' for 'knower', its relevance will become clear.
A thing may be known
to a knower
only to the extent that
the knower
participates in the being
of the thing
to be known.
Thomas Aquinas
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| Age: 25 |
| Gosport,
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