A New Year’s resolution is something that goes in one year and out

the other. My new year’s resolution is to be more optimistic by

keeping my cup half-full with either rum, vodka, or whiskey.

New Years Eve is the only acceptable time to wear body glitter

without being mistaken for a stripper.

My New Year’s resolution is to stop hanging out with people who 

ask me about my New Year’s resolutions.

I have only one resolution.

To rediscover the difference between wants and needs.

May I have all I need and want all I have.

If 2013 was a person, I’d sue him for pain and suffering and lost

wages. This New Year’s I resolve to be less awesome since that is

really the only thing I do in excess. People treat New Year’s

like some sort of life-changing event. If your life sucked last

year, it’s probably still going to suck tomorrow. I'll remember

2013 like it was yesterday Dear Luck, .....can we be friends in

2014 Please? May all your troubles last as long as your New Year

resolutions.

I want to get so drunk that if vampires bit my neck they'd get a

Bloody Mary.

I wanna kiss you on December 31st from 11:59 pm to 12:01 am, so I

can have an amazing ending to 2013 and a beautiful beginning into

2014.

Many things can be preserved in alcohol this New Years Eve.

DIGNITY is not one of them.

Every year I make a resolution to change myself....... this year

making a resolution to just be MYSELF!

Happy New Year all and a blessed 2014

A young lady visited a computer dating service and requested, “I’m looking for a spouse.

Can you please help me to find a suitable one?”

The matchmaker said, “What exactly are you looking for?”

“Well, let me see. Needs to be good looking, polite, humorous, sporty, knowledgeable,

Willing to accompany me the whole day at home during my leisure hour if I don’t go out

and be amazing in bed when I need a companion or be silent when I want to rest.”

The matchmaker entered the information into the computer and, in a matter of moments,

handed the result to the woman.

The result read, “Buy a dildo.”

The honor is mine,
the priv'lege is great
to sit by your side
and watch you create.

To open your eyes,
to see with your heart,
your greatest journey
is about to start.

You can't get it wrong - 
there's nothing to DO.
Relax into life,
it's all about you.

The secrets you'll see,
the answers you'll find
will uplift your heart
like no other kind.

All that you will need
already resides
in your heart of hearts
as sure as the tides.

Relax into it.
Let life show the way.
Listen to your heart.
It's a brand new da

They become his quarry.
For he see's them as weak.
His words quite contrary.
Among other poets.
He usher's words that only seek,
fortune and praise at the expense of the meek.

The form of a crow he shall take.
For his aspirations are all fake.
Dreams he did cast away.
Oozing hatred from far away.

Whence his life should end.
No more can he pretend.
For the divine glory, 
shall belong to those he stepped upon.

Within the lake of fire,
eternity he shall no longer conspire.
For his gift he did deplete.
For the sake of fame,
he lost at the game. 

My soul is my essential being, the thing that makes me feel that I am me, and my body is my body—for a while.

The human being is the product of heredity and environment. It is a complex being made of empty space—ah, yes, and a particle here and there.

My soul is what I think and what I know and what I think I know. But more than anything, my soul is what I feel most intensely, my compassion for my fellow creatures caught in a nightmare we call food chain. Surely, there must be other means of energy conversion than this shameful way of feeding on your brother. Must life be based on death?

My soul includes my anxieties and fears, my hopes and expectations, my lust for giving and receiving joy, my understanding and communication, my interactions and exchanges. My soul is my truth, my awareness of the universe and me. my conscious, my unconscious, my conscience, and my ethics. 

My soul is everything that makes me different and unique, everything that units and bonds. My solitude is very much my soul, oftentimes too much.

My soul dies when I depart. Only the memories linger on. It’s fair and square; I’ve had a long, fantastic while; only kids with cancer are outrageous! Think about it, Lord.

My soul comprises my opinions and beliefs. I’ve heard that ghosts and spirits command eternity. Eternity is not for me; it is a bit too long. Only love and lust should be eternal. And perhaps they are. The meaning of life is life itself . . . and, therefore, procreation.

Perhaps we all find out the Truth, but will we be able to perceive it, or will it be too hard to understand without the body?

Don’t ever lose your head! Your brains are in it.

After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,

And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning And company doesn't mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts And presents aren't promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats With your head up and your eyes open With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn... That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure...
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth...
And you learn and learn...
With every good-bye you learn..."

In dreams, He returns near our anniversary.

  Silently and still, they have hung in the stand the same way  He placed

them from our last use.

 Today I uncovered them with a prayer to, at least, be able to smell Him.

    No, only the rich smell of the leather was there but in my hand, was the

handle of the flogger He held.

I felt His love  instead.....

 The memories of trust, pain and love few will ever experience in this Lifestyle

 and lifetime.

But I am humbly honored to be of those few....

do not wish to harp on right or wrong on this site much as others tend to vent

here about the pretenders, the evil ones and the con artists, all being of both

sexes here. It is what it is with people these days.....   In my many years of

involvement of this wonderful Way of Life....traveling across the USA for five

years in search of my placement....I was one very lucky female to have found

what seems to be termed as "Real" within four special Ones out of seven I

thought what I was being told was the truth. I just wish to smile and thank

Them so very much for allowing me the faith that what we are and do is still

very much alive and well!!!

Always Humble

Finally decided to post a photo of myself.

The only problem I have had is I am normally the one behind the camera.

Thought those bathroom shots are too cheesy, so the person I am, decided to be a bit more creative about it.

did you not hear my honest words through my tears for a year of expressing feelings

questioning why things were not felt

adjusting to the inner pain

did you find the time to read my journal

to really see who this one was

the change now within this humble life

the sudden passing of an era

of this one that worked beside you for all this time

have enjoyed the sunsets of the end of the day

but today

of all the pain of my skin

can not come close

to the pain i am experencing within.....

My dearest darling Edward, Dec 25

What a wonderful surprise has just greeted me! That sweet partridge, in that lovely little pear-tree; what an enchanting, romantic, poetic present! Bless you, and thank you.

Your deeply loving Emily.

Beloved Edward, Dec 26

The two turtle-doves arrived this morning, and are cooing away in the pear-tree as I write. I'm so touched and grateful!
With undying love, as always, Emily.

My darling Edward, Dec 27

You do think of the most original presents! Who ever thought of sending anybody three French hens? Do they really come all the way from France? It's a pity we have no chicken coops, but I expect we'll find some. Anyway, thank you so much; they're lovely.
Your devoted Emily.

Dearest Edward, Dec 28
What a surprise! Four calling birds arrived this morning. They are very sweet, even if they do call rather loudly - they make telephoning almost impossible - but I expect they'll calm down when they get used to their new home. Anyway, I'm very grateful, of course I am.
Love from Emily.

Dearest Edward, Dec 29
The mailman has just delivered five most beautiful gold rings, one for each finger, and all fitting perfectly! A really lovely present! Lovelier, in a way, than birds, which do take rather a lot of looking after. The four that arrived yesterday are still making a terrible row, and I'm afraid none of us got much sleep last night. Mother says she wants to use the rings to "wring" their necks. Mother has such a sense of humor. This time she's only joking, I think, but I do know what she means. Still, I love the rings.
Bless you, Emily.

Dear Edward, Dec 30
Whatever I expected to find when I opened the front door this morning, it certainly wasn't six socking great geese laying eggs all over the porch. Frankly, I rather hoped that you had stopped sending me birds. We have no room for them, and they've already ruined the croquet lawn. I know you meant well, but let's call a halt, shall we?
Love, Emily.

Edward, Dec 31
I thought I said NO MORE BIRDS. This morning I woke up to find no more than seven swans, all trying to get into our tiny goldfish pond. I'd rather not think what's happened to the goldfish. The whole house seems to be full of birds, to say nothing of what they leave behind them, so please, please, stop! Your Emily.

Jan 1
Frankly, I prefer the birds. What am I to do with eight milkmaids? And their cows! Is this some kind of a joke? If so, I'm afraid I don't find it very amusing.
Emily.

Look here, Edward, Jan 2
This has gone far enough. You say you're sending me nine ladies dancing. All I can say is, judging from the way they dance, they're certainly not ladies. The village just isn't accustomed to seeing a regiment of shameless viragos, with nothing on but their lipstick, cavorting round the green, and it's Mother and I who get the blame. If you value our friendship, which I do (less and less), kindly stop this ridiculous behavior at once!
Emily.

Jan 3
As I write this letter, ten disgusting old men are prancing up and down all over what used to be the garden, before the geese and the swans and the cows got at it. And several of them, I have just noticed, are taking inexcusable liberties with the milkmaids. Meanwhile the neighbors are trying to have us evicted. I shall never speak to you again.
Emily.

Jan 4
This is the last straw! You know I detest bagpipes! The place has now become something between a menagerie and a madhouse, and a man from the council has just declared it unfit for habitation. At least Mother has been spared this last outrage; they took her away yesterday afternoon in an ambulance. I hope you're satisfied.

Jan 5
Sir,
Our client, Miss Emily Wilbraham, instructs me to inform you that with the arrival on her premises at 7:30 this morning of the entire percussion section of the Boston Symphony Orchestra, and several of their friends, she has no course left open to her but to seek an injunction to prevent you importuning her further. I am making arrangements for the return of much assorted livestock.
I am, Sir, yours faithfully,
G. Creep Attorney at law.

Wisdom.....

knowing who and what I am.

That because you state your status to me, I am to fall to my knees before knowing you, exposing my skin to your pain or sell my home to travel across the country to someone I do not know.

Relationships take time and it takes  both sides to develop the trust, the truth and the respect to take this wonderful journey together.

Until that time, I will be respectful and only ask that you would do the same....

I lost a dear friend and mentor a little over a year ago and this was what he wrote me about an Alpha Male.

  Is there another Male out here with this Man's insight of life in the Lifestyle.... I pray that this  thought did not die with him but another shares what reality is?

His own words:

I'm 58, disabled, have one of those blue hanging tags so I can park close to the door, need a whole bottle of viagra to get it up. I may lust after your perfectly sweet 24 year old body - but I can turn up my hearing aids and hear you saying "EEWWEEE, gross - NOOOOOWAAAAY vomit!".

I know you think you are indestructable and immortal - I'm know I'm just immoral - and living on borrowed time!

I gave my first bare assed spanking at 17 - the last naked girl in my bed was 23, a few weeks ago. I've been a Master, Dom, Daddy for 40+ years.I hope I've learned a few things and hope to pick out a little more wisdom as time goes by.

Skin color looks the same in the dark!

I've trained subs, slaves, little girls, pain sluts, Doms, Dommes, Couples in just about every kink except nonconsensual rape, uncontrolled violence, and eating live babies. I have vague memories back in the sixties of rooms full of naked people doing amazing things to each other. I remember the introduction of the pill and how those clever folks in Japan made dildos vibrate. I know Steely Dan was not originally a rock band. (I hear you - "Who's steely dan?")

I know aftercare and water are essential. I know when someone is trying to top from the bottom. I know how to say 'no' to a 'no limits' slave or pain slut who is demanding more and WHY to say 'no'.

I understand that the majority of breakups 'in the lifestyle' have little or nothing to do with BDSM.

I know that respect and decency is just as essential in BDSM relations as in vanilla relationships - and I know what those terms mean.

I've learned that 'no' and 'stop' usually mean 'no and 'stop'

I know that over half the 'slaves' and subs think it is a weekend game and they get to make rules. I've know Master's who really thought they always knew best...and Doms/Dommes who never thought they made mistakes.

I know that a large percentage of subs are lying to themselves and want so much more than they admit.

I know that most Doms aren't - a ridng crop and a tough tone of voice do not make you a Dom. I know that most Dommes are, but need to be trained and are usually too stuborn to ask for help.

I know that there are some sick fucks on here are going to kill some sweet innocent and stupid kiddie here who 'heard about this and wants to try it out'.

I've made every mistake - from losing the handcuff keys, to using the wrong candles for wax play, to playing with drunks/druggies, to forgetting about asking about asthma or mental health problems, to accepting lies on how much experience someone has had, to working with couples where one 'forgot' to tell the other, to getting caught by parents, to having difficulties extracting toys that wanted to stay stuck...to 'you are only HOW old'?

I've also driven a hundred miles because someone wanted to end to end it all, to convice someone that wearing his sister's panties was not sick, to getting people who partied too much to the hospital, to staying for days in the hospital just holding someone's hand because she was so ashamed at herself and what had happened to her that she saw no reason to go on.

I've stupidly ruined relationships because my cock was smarter than my other brain.

I've encouraged friends to stop lying and come out of the closet.

I've broken up marriages. I've saved marriages. I've taught people to take a chance and take a baby step towards what they wanted. I've warned people that they were making a huge mistake and would get badly hurt and I was usually right.

I've watched friends die of aids because bareback felt better.

I've learned that listening, compassion, honesty, and holding someone until all the tears had run out, was a hell of more important than fucking them.

I've learned that an honest friendship lasts longer than a lust filled fuckfest.

I've learned that my actions sometimes hurt people in unseen ways.

I've learned that the sincerest 'I'm Sorry' didn't always end up with a happy Hollywood ending.

Damn, you say, this guy thinks HE knows everything! I know I don't but I know a hell of a lot more than you do and can save you a lot of unhappiness - if you are willing to listen, be honest, and not be afraid to ask questions.

I've also learned that I am wrong sometimes, and my best intentions weren't good enough. I've learned to ask for help.

If enough experienced and thoughtful people, without agendas or the need to manipulate people's head join here as an 'elder' to be a resource or a hand to hold and work at being a positive influence and aren't reluctant to throw a question open to other geezers here who might have an answer, we might actually create a community where we help someone find joy, help someone explore a new direction, or perhaps, save a life. We will most likely never know the good we have done but we have the power to, in small and mighty ways to open up the opportunity for others to learn from us - from our screw ups and lucky breaks and those thing which earned us the grey hair and the wrinkles and which help us sleep easily at night. What's wrong with trying?

Miss you  Mike!!!

Things a Brat May Say/Do in a Scene

During wax play: Sing 'Happy Birthday To Me' and blow out the candle

In the middle of an intense cropping, close your eyes and start to snore.

During a scene, do a Howard Cosell impression and provide a play-by-play account of what is being done to you.

If your dom/me tells you to 'Look me in the eyes', do it cross-eyed.

If your dom/me decides to do a verbal humiliation scene with you in public, stick your fingers in your ears and say 'Neener, neener, neener, I can't hear you!'

Stick an Alka-Seltzer tablet in your mouth at the beginning of a scene. Work up some saliva to get it fizzy, then call out your safeword.

If you're trussed up and ordered to count, inform your top you can't do it unless you can use your fingers and toes.

Hold up a scorecard after each blow delivered.

Tell your dom/me a better way to do whatever it is being done to you at that moment.

After a particularly hard blow, pretend to pass out. When your dom/me checks to see if you're OK, jump up and yell 'Gotcha!'

Go in the toybag and superglue the nipple clamps shut.

Attach clappers to all the outlets in the dungeon just before a paddling (clap on... clap off...)

"Oh my god, where did you get those, they are gorgeous!!!" is not considered boot worship.

Flipping your dominant off while your hands are cuffed behind your back is a bad idea. Owners have ways of knowing these things.

Kicking that toy you hate far under the bed is futile. Master will only secure your wristcuffs to your anklecuffs and make you crawl for it... repeatedly.

Doing your Beavis and Butthead imitation of "Fire, fire, fire, fire!" during Master's lecture on fireplay safety is considered rude.

Responding with "Yes, All Wise, All Knowing Grand Imperial Weenie" is not appropriate when Master asks you if you are comfortable during a bondage scene.

Asking to go to the bathroom every five minutes while Master practices his Japanese rope work on you will try his patience, quickly.

Crossing your eyes and sticking your tongue out while your dominant is discussing your punishment is not wise.

Pretending Master's collection of buttplugs are toys and singing the "Weebles wobble but they won't fall down" song is not a good idea.

Checking Master's head for the 666 symbol after a harsh punishment will only get you more of the same, or worse.

"I know you are but what am I?" is not the appropriate response when called a raunchy little whore during humiliation play.

"Missed me, missed me, now ya gotta kiss me" is an unacceptable remark when Master's flogger slips.

When Master pulls out his bullwhip and says he wants to play, he doesn't mean hide-and-seek...he will find you eventually.

"Oh, and you think I am?" is an unacceptable response to hearing your dominant say he is not pleased.

During a play party is not the time to do your hilarious imitation of Igor and hunch over, moaning "Yes, Master" when ordered to fetch something.

Adding "Sir" or "Master" to "Fuck that plan!" will not save you.

Singing the chorus of "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better" under your breath during a session is considered foolhardy.

Reciting nursery rhymes during an interrogation scene to crack your Owner up only lasts for so long. Then you will pay BIG.

Asking "Is that as HARD as you can hit??" is considered a cry for help amongst submissive suicide prevention workers.

this is an oldie but goldie that I do not take any credit of writing but thought it was well worth sharing here for a smile...

Things I would never say (or do) to Master...

1. I will not hum the theme from Jeopardy while Master decides which implement
to spank me with.

2. I will not perform a ventriloquist act with Master’s penis.

3. I will not yawn while waiting for Master to climax.

4. I will not make shadow puppets in the candlelight while Master is tying me
up.

5. I will not change the settings on Master’s alarm clock for my punishments.

6. When asked how many spanks my misbehavior warrants, I will not answer using fractions.

7. I will not hoot with laughter when Master accidentally whacks himself on
the back of the head with the flogger

another year older and life is just plain old good...

What used to be has changed as the years come and go.

Spent the last year in working on an old relationship to have flown up to see if this was what we both would have wished to work again. There were reasons two years ago for walking away and those reasons were still in place.

 I do not wish to leave Florida, this is my home. My love for the beach was stronger than being his slave again.

Finally!!!

Spell check has arrived here.....

Journal reading again this evening.....~yawns~

some 19 year old that goes into two pages of how underwear gives her a rash and the much needed spell check we are lacking here.

Not only do they destory the thoughts of the Lifestyle but shows english and spelling was not their best subjects in school.....

Watched some of the video and thought I was watching Adult FriendFinder for a moment. "I am a Master, look at my balls" or the lady that is playing a stripper....omg!  Please do not give up your day jobs!!!

Oh my, have to just love the challenging profiles now!

Do you dare to cross the line? LOL

We have lost a dear friend here on this site, and in reality this week, Master Robert.

My prayers go to His slave in service and His family in North FL.

He will be missed!

sitting here thinking of my New Year's resolutions for the up coming year......

any suggestions?

some weird fat man with a white beard, wearing red clothes just shoved me in a big red stocking...

OK....

which one of you asked to get me for Christmas?

another night here of reading journals.....

If you are believing the site is full of fakes,

 easy to solve....

don't come here to bitch

 

just leave.

if you are crying about not finding the Perfect Master....

no one is perfect, set your goal to something that is reality.

If you write that you have been flogged for eight hours by the same one,

be real. No one's arm or ass can last for that session.

Be who you are, say what you really mean and you will go far here.

  Discounted prices on the on line Pro-Dommes?

Sad world that we live in now....

You ever figure on why so many people here cry foul on this site now.....

to cry that there are so many fakes and pretenders, not being "real".

One does not judge another by past experience, each person is different and has to be adjusted as such to serve or be served.

That and so many here just do not really know what they are looking for!

Looking for One that feels like He is missing something in His life and wishes to rediscover it again....~winks~

What is your overall philosophy of the relationship between a Dominant and an sub?

How well/closely do you apply it to your own relationships?

What do you expect from a sub?

What do you offer as a Dominant?

How many subs/slaves have you had and, if they left, why did they leave?

If I were to ask those (any/all) of your subs, what would they say about you?

What do you feel are your shortcomings, if any, as a Dominant?

saw this on another site and this seems to be the new set of questions that subs are asking these days....Oh My!

She said she liked to play with toys

I thought she meant vibrators.....

she set my mind to fantasies of clit manipulators

of anal beads, plugs and clamps

both nipple bound and clitoral

of strap on dildos and double dongs

both figurative and literal

pocket rockets, velvet tongues and butterflies galore

to shake my lust

my hips would thrust

my lips would beg for more....

so  wet, I whet my appetite with my violet wand

I groaned and moaned my nights away

my bed was more a pond

and

finally....YES!

she spent the night

and left me oh so wretched

she sat all night

in bed

and etch-a-sketched!

In talking with One last night...He said, "why the sunset photo instead of your face on your profile?"
I replied that a sunset reflects the beauty outside....look please at the other photos further in the profile and read the words....You will see the beauty here that is within...
~smiles~

......and He said, "you are a switch because you have not found the right Master"......This opened up food for thought now.
~~~~and someday
  there shall be such closeness
  that when one cries,
  the other shall taste salt~~~~

Anticipation...the essence of passion
the very embodiment of sensation
the most sacred gift of all nature
through which fervent emotion flourishes
to touch...to gently sift across skin
to allow the strength of temptation to crease
and let the force be felt through tense heat
the flow of sweat..the overwhelming wetness
the rush of blood, electrifying every nerve
the melodic rhythm of each thrusting movement
swimming through the mood and through each other
pulsating against each other's lips
grabbing waists, pulling the source
the origin of satisfaction, toward the hunger
the desire...the hunger...the need to flood the other
with pleasure, playful pain, breathless arousal
the craving ever needing to devour
devour...deeper...harder...faster...
forgetting all sensations, lost in powerful lust
mouths open, a curious tongue ventures
across his lips, his neck, his chest, his stomach
lower and lower...
reaching his muscle, quenching her thirst
the sensitivity sends out jolts of un tamable moans
his hands dipping down the curves of her thighs
the motions overflow across their trembling bodies
her want is his and with such gentle power
his movements ripple fiery adoration through her body
pushing, pulling, repetition overtakes
thrusting inward, regretfully letting go
slowly moving inward again, holding to savor
the quivering muscle being toyed with..beg for more
both holding on tighter..wanting only for it to last
the forces they both feel begin to show signs of eruption
the moans and waves of bursting liquids combine
filled the atmosphere and ambience's of darkness
the aura of lustrous satisfactions will forever
be hungered for.....

Silence is broken by her rapidly beating heart

she is quickly consumed with anticipation

her precious sight withheld by means of a blind fold

she is left standing in her own darkness, with limited senses

as her body glistens as small droplets of sweat form

thoughts begin to flood her mind, wondering what is next to come

all at once, that deafening silence is shattered by a quick resounding snap and pop

that being the sweet fiery kiss of His whip

that lashes unmercifully upon her vulnerable flesh

her body writhes in wicked pleasures against the binds that hold her so firmly

whimpers, moans and purrs escape her throat

salty tears streak her flush cheeks with an all too familiar pledging in her eyes

she begs.....

not for Him to stop

but to continue to feed her constant hunger and craving~~

deep within me I can begin to feel you

an untamed hunger threatens to break through

set ablazed with profound passion from the inside

our ravenous cravings cries "I CAN NOT BE DENIED"

there is an air of smoldering magnetism between us

that electrifies any space with much success

fused together in a crowded room we are alone

time and the world around are both postponed

I spend tonight alone with my frustrations

numerous thoughts of you penetrates

intensifies my expectations

when we are apart, the inferno within whispers to me softly

till we're together again

the flames will devour me....

the sun seems to be cold

compared to Your touch

burning a path on my skin

igniting the kindling of my own desires

Your eyes rip through me

like reading the pages

of an open book

leaving me breathless

as the last chapter is not written

Your soul enchants mine

connecting like the links in a chain forged with magic iron

opening my heart

in lust and pain....