It’s funny I got asked a question which I found pretty amusing a while back and my reply to it was equally surprising and unexpected to the Dom I was chatting to. I’m a little jaded by the whole process, but intrigued all the same. All these questions are becoming a long list of game show type dating questions and starting to do my head in. They are all the same a part of the process but I get tired of the cliche questions, there are those you should always gage for good reason but for some reason I found this one silly.

“How do you remind yourself of your submission each day?” was the question posed.

My first reaction that spilled forth into my thoughts was simply “well doh I am single, how the fuck am I suppossed to do that lol”, luckily foot in mouth didn’t escape my fingers.  I pondered for a few more seconds and then replied…

“I am a mother, I give service to one I love daily without a second thought”, by doing so it brings me to a place I only know too well. Making sure he is happy, loved and cared for and a priority in my life. That flows into relationships.

Apparently it got AA+++ marks. But it’s truth.  I’m not out to impress, I say it as it is. I don’t think about “who” I am. Gawd if I start trying to pick myself apart who knows where I’ll end up lol. The things I do are automatic because the “want” to do it is there, it’s in my nature to give.  I don’t give it a label. Oh I have off days, as I am sure we all do.

As soon as you start to pick apart what makes you submissive, how submissive you are, then the questions begin … am I submissive, why am I not more slavelike, why can’t I do this? why can’t I do that? … stop it.

It’s destructive. We all do it, one would be lying if they said they didn’t. It’s part of the process. The striving for the unreachable goal or myth as I call it … perfection. There IS NO ONE WAY. Time and time again it’s repeated, time and time again people try and put BDSM into a box. I could rant on this topic till the cows come home yet still there will always be the person who has to bleat about “how” to do it. And if I see another “thats not very submissive” when requesting some ridiculous suggestion I will kindly shove my finger in their eyeball.

Understanding your own dynamic, or looking at the things you need in order to grow is what you should be focussing on. LOL I sound like some all seeing sage. Bleah. Dominance and submission isn’t forced (get ya mind outta the gutter for a minute …concentrate lol), it should naturally occur, that connection will be there on not just that level but many more and they become more and more obvious as time goes on. Don’t get me wrong, it’s rarely ever plain sailing, hell we wouln’t be human if it was, we make mistakes, we slip on occassion, sometimes you need to pull each other back.

We connect with someone on a level because we have common interests, desire, curiosity, trust and in most instances love.  Every dynamic is different, and they work because there is a common ground of some sort and not one single one is the same. The dynamics grow, they may fizzle out, we move on until we “click” and we find our kink with the right partner and again not one path is the same.

So quit questioning, be yourself, love yourself for who you are, enjoy where you are at, and most importantly never stop growing and who gives a flying toss if “so and so” doesn’t agree with your kink.  Fuck em.

Personally I find individuality a very sexy thing.

Mwah x

Yes we have a new look, I had a temporary rather ugly template up until I could find something I liked for the site and well here it is.  Still fiddling about with backend coding for the sidebar and trying to find a few plugins, this one has an aversion to normal widgets being placed on it so I have to code alot of things.  But I have fell in love with it’s feminine simplicity.

The storm passed without too much major damage, few branches and trees lying about and up to 200km winds in some places further up North. Apparently a harder one is going to hit on Wednesday aakk. So yea holed up inside with copious amounts of yummy coffee goodness hehe and maybe a red wine later tonight haha.

The little one has turned into a gaming freak today (the joy of having two computers lol) playing “star wars” as he calls it lol, tis the old style arcade space shooting games and he has his “pate & crackers” beside him.  Yes, I know my son is weird like his mummy hehe, he loves salmon pate on crackers lol.

Hopefully if I get some spare time this week I am going to start concentrating on building a decent custom avatars section on here as well as a few bits and bobs for bloggers, I like making things and it’s fun.  If anyone ever has any ideas for graphics feel free to pop a comment in and I’ll see what I can do. For now I am off to source some bits for avatar making hehe. Mwah x

A vibrator is quickly forced into her pussy, his pussy. He sets it on high, and then straps the whole thing in, designed carefully all in leather, his own little contraption. Perfectly made to leave her arse cheeks nice and bare. “No cumming whore, for every time you do, it will result in four extra welts.” He smiled, with a sadistic glint in his eye, he already knew one was coming hard and fast and she couldn’t stop it. The lesson was about to begin…

Her body bucking against the first orgasm to hit, muscles strained against her binds. It came so hard and fast she didn’t have time to think, a yelp, moaning from behind her gag as the first set of four sharp, burning stings laced her thighs. Her chest heaving, chasing her breath, the blindfold soaked from her tears.

He bent down rubbed her clit teasingly, she bucked again.  “Don’t orgasm my whore”. He smirked she was so close all he had to do was keep teasing her to another.  She felt his weight bear down on her, his breath leaving whispers of warmth along her cheek. The leather clasps come off, the vibrator removed, fingers probing her, owning her.

His husky voice in her ear, ” I own you, ALL of you, MINE do you understand. Your body, your heart, your mind, your soul!” his teeth clamping down on her breast, clamps being tugged and roughly pulled off, the burning, the wanton desire in her. Her body emitting moans, grunts and yelps from behind the gag as he smothered her body in bites, he wanted her to see his ownership of her. Marking his territory, the primal senses taking over.

She was his and his alone, she needed to be bought to that place, the place that kept her settled, her submission deep in her mind. Her body bucking and writhing against his attention, resisting, fighting.  The desire overtaking his thoughts, impaling himself in her, taking her, her moans behind the gag, her body surrendering to him. Her hips bucking, riding him. His wanton hussy. He leans in and his voice strikes her soul.

“Come with me my pet, show me”, her body responding to his voice, his ownership of her. Two bodies, in unison spewing forth their passion, becoming one. They lay spent, he gently releases her, takes the blindfold off and smothers her face in tender kisses.  His eyes bearing down on her, “My love, from now on you will tell me everything, even you think it’s something you think I don’t need to know it’s not your choice, it’s mine. Understood?”

“Yes Master, I’m sorry”, the sadness showing in her eyes.  His arms wrap around her and they lie still completely engrossed in each other, the world standing still, listening to each other’s breathing, looking into each others eyes and seeing the dark moments they share. He feels her body relax into his, her breathing becoming shallow, her eyelids droop as sleep covers her in a blanket of darkness.  He props himself up on one elbow and stares down at this beauty of his sleeping peacefully in the knowledge she is owned and he smiles. In the morning she would be smiling and admiring all the marks he gave her tonight, content in knowing who she is and what she is. His. All of her.