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Meliai
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Like most here, I am an explorer. I am NOT looking for a sub or a partner. I am here to explore the limits of desire and the psyche, mine and others'. I am here to learn as much as I can, in order to be the best Domme I can be, the best lover, the most complete person. Testing limits, pressing capabilities, sexual and other, adds to that completeness.
I am not looking for love, I have been blessed enough to find it, live it, both within and outside this lifestyle. I am looking to share, meaning give and receive, whatever I can in terms of wisdom, guidance, insight, and perspective. And if a naughty giggle or some erotic vision should pass in that process, all the better. :)
I take seriously my role, current and potential, as Domme and lover and friend. That said, I do not take myself at all seriously. Believe me, I love to laugh and play. I am as wicked as I am sweet. My heart is filled with joy, sometimes to overflowing.
Exploration is my quest, here and in the larger world. Fellow travelers may apply. Human connections, friendships, are always welcome.
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There is a world of difference between filling a hole and planting a garden.
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There are times when these arms of mine are not long enough to reach him, not strong enough to hold him. |
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A Metaphor for Progress: A man I know has magic in his hands. Not magic, really, although magic sounds more dramatic, doesn't it? Perhaps what he possesses, in reality, is simply knowledge of the body and how to read it. More than once he has taken a knotted muscle, the pain that radiates from it, and disarmed it through targeted pressure and precise manipulation. The process goes like this: palpate the skin through massage, and when you come to the muscle in question, the one that is clenched and balled up upon itself, press hard, relentlessly. You will know you have the right spot by the intense pain that emanates from it. Press and keep pressing, through the pain, through the tension, until the muscle unclenches, submits, surrenders. The moment of relief is without a doubt a moment of magic, well worth the ones that preceed it.
The key to all this is that one must move through the pain, and in order to do so one must embrace it. The relief from the pain is its own ecstacy, but something also happens to the one who moves through it. There is a moment in the process of pressing in which the ache envelopes, and the promise of something more than relief flutters into focus. Release, perhaps. Release. |
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The truth will set you free (but first it will make you miserable). John Garfield
Lies snag us, bind us, make us somehow less able to move freely within ourselves, and among others. I feel sorry for any and all who feel dishonesty is their best, or only, option, whether out of fear or need or cowardice. Weakness is at the base of this, certainly. For those who are weak, I wish them strength, or growth toward strength, at least.
Yes, the truth will set you free. It has, for Me at least. |
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Sensuality is everywhere, if the mind is open to it. There is something so enticing about sensational contrast, in any context: an ice cube pulled languidly across hot skin, or the kiss of hot shower water on a winter chilled body. A sensual stroke that explodes into a forceful slap, or a tentative press of lips that blossoms into passion.
Today, in the midst of shoveling, sledding, there was a moment when the cold crept in beneath My hair, breathed its essence on My neck, raised gooseflesh, made Me shiver. I smiled, recalling some of the best times that has happened, and thanked the Universe for nerve endings. :) |
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I have come to the recent and disappointing realization that perhaps I am not the judge of character I thought I was. On this, the eve of a new year, I feel the need to move into 2009 with eyes wide open. In this, though, I still cling desperately to my optimism and faith in humanity. Thank the universe for that.
Happy New Year, to friends and fellow travellers.
Peace and love,
Romilly |
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Empathy. Some have told Me that a true Domme should strive to conquer empathy, that empathy weakens the dynamic, limits the scope of action. But I find that My empathic strengths not only make Me a better, more attentive, Mistress but add to My personal limit testing (can I still do this, knowing how it feels?), which in turn increases My interest. I am captivated by the range of physical and emotional sensation as experienced by My sub. Feeling it too brings it that much closer.
When My servant hurts, I hurt. That's the way I'm wired, and I like it that way. Maybe that makes me both a sadist and a masochist. Or perhaps it keeps Me from being either. |
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All relationships are political. At least in power exchange the dynamic is transparent, even celebrated. No wonder the truly awake are drawn to this lifestyle. |
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you know who you are....
I am beginning to believe that some of the most creative and insightful minds in this lifestyle, or any, are in California. Why is that?
Go west, young Domme.... ;) |
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This is a song for you, far away from Me...
Being away and being back are equally therapeutic. I feel like I left an important part of Myself back here while in My travels. There is a chasm, it seems, between the person I am to those who have loved me longest and the person I have become. It's good to be back, and feeling whole again, even though celebration of one key aspect of My wholeness, and My servant's, seems all too distant. What is it they say about absence? |
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Sometimes a handful of stolen moments can make all the difference in a busy life. |
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My training of this sub has brought more than I could have expected, a mutual, holistic benefit that extends far beyond the realm of bdsm. How many times do We override Our instincts, let intellect win out over that strong but sometimes vague sense of potential and desire, that heartpull that stands in quiet defiance of emotional protection? My instincts foretold this, as well as My desires. My heart whispered this was right, and it seems to be. I am glad I listened. |
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I have taken on a very special servant for training and exploration. he is known as consternation. For those of you who know Me, you know I wasn't seeking a sub connection, and have, in fact, turned others away due to My other commitments. But the connection was simply too strong to ignore, or at least test out in practice. What consternation lacks in experience he makes up for in insight and devotion. He is wonderful, and promising. Lucky sub, lucky Mistress. |
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| Age: 26 |
| Nixa,
Missouri |
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