The Challenge of Closed Minds

I was honoured recently to have three of my posts here also posted as a guest author on Submissive Guide. One of them had a comment on, that in my personal view actually highlighted the whole point of what I was saying in the post itself. Now, normally I would not take this further – I actually value peoples differing perspectives and views very much… but the comment was very well constructed  by a highly intelligent, openly vanilla woman and has me wanting to clarify a few things for my own peace of mind. I don’t want to carry on the discussion over at Subguide as it would be inappropriate, but I do want to clarify my own personal views and stance.
SO….
Here goes. If you want to read the post and all the comments regarding it (yeah, there was more than one comment from the same person) I suggest you dig it out.
1 October 2009 at 3:37 pm Finally I find the time to respond. I wondered if I should ask my husband to do that for me, but decided not to. Like I said in my first comment, there was no offense intended…I simply “dared” to say what I think. And I admire that she has the integrity and strength to question and voice her own opinions. I respect that a lot in people. I find sarcasm to be the lowest form of wit however and do not use it to debase other people’s beliefs. I find it offensive for others to do so to me.
To me the words “slave” and “slavery” is associated with cruelness rather than romance….the latter seem to be something you guys happen to discover in the books. Everybody has their own associations with words, for me slavery and slave refers to a mindset, not actions taken upon a person – a mindset. I understand that the term slavery has negative connotations for black Americans to name but one example that everyone will associate with, but does that devalue a black american who identifies as slave within their relationship dynamic? Also the books have a lot contained within them that you cannot ‘romance’ over. In the FICTIONAL Gor, slaves could lose their lives for not being pleasing enough. Slaves had no rights whatsoever and if their Master was cruel, there was not a damn thing they could do about it. I am going to list a few points here, and this will be my last comment.
1. The so called philosophy is based on natural order…something that has been mentioned by others before John Norman/Lange wrote his books about Gor. Yes, it was:  Han Herman-Hoppe and Freidrich Von Hayek are the most prominent modern day writers that stand out to me on this philosophy although both were writing from a pure business and economics perspective, not societal relationship dynamics. Plato however in my own mind was the founder of natural philosophy and Descartes theories around metaphysical dualism are also striking when read and digested. 2. The books have similarities with other books. Therefore he didn’t really had anything new to tell. No argument here! The books however were and still are great (albeit contraversial) works of fiction…
3. The fact that most women in the books had to be forced first, only to realize later that this is what they truly need seemed to me a little ridiculous. Thats called fictional licence! However, from experience of delving into the slave mindset (and my Master and others will correct me here I am sure) there are significant ‘challenges’ faced. Masters will push slaves to their limits, to grow within their identity, to explore that and delve deeper into their own understanding of themselves. A slave is a proud person at heart – they are proud of who they are and recognise the value of what they give freely. That process, of understanding yourself and being proud of what you are, can be very difficult in places – so we are pushed by our Masters to reach deeper. As parents we push and force children to learn to read and write because we know what is best for them and recognise a value that they are unable to at that point in their lives… would that be a little ridiculous also? I dont think so. 4. Sex played a huge role, just think of the many women which were brought to Gor and also the free women and how they changed after having their first slave orgasm…*Speaking of that, my man and have have incredible sex, yet I don’t feel like a slave afterwards* Orgasms are fantastic (Oliver moment here – please Sir can I have some more….lol) – but I cannot answer your point  – not because I agree, but because the submissive mindset has to be experienced, I cannot do it justice in words. What I can say is that it intensifies the experience and the surrendering aspect of that orgasm deepens it beyond measure, and yes, within vanilla relationships and sexual activities -  it is equally as incredible at times – but most definitely different to the point of being worlds apart! 5. The so called lifestylers all just take parts from the books which at the end, doesn’t really have much to do with the novels anymore….besides the so called philosophy they will have discovered between the lines……* I rather take somebody seriously that tells me he/she believes in it, yet he/she isn’t a master/slaves but believes that even without being such one could believe in this so called philosophy since it wasn’t just about the M/s part*. As a ’so called’ lifestyler… The books do not define the philosophy of natural order (refer to the earlier point), but what the novels  do is provide an ‘identity’ for us. Just as the term  homosexual provides an identity for people who find they are drawn to same sex relationships or transgender does to people who feel they have been born in the wrong body – or indeed does the word disabled for people who have a limiting physical or mental challenge. Labels are powerful concepts; what does the label British as opposed to English, Irish, Scottish, or Welsh mean to people? Do they identify with one and not the other? Or do they find one defines them better and gives them a commonality of purpose and values they do not feel elsewhere?  Or do they distinctly not associate themselves with one? For me, to call myself kajira defines me apart from a slave or other type of submissive. We are one and the same at the core… but there is subtle differences between us that set us apart – for someone to use the term submissive as opposed to slave defines their personal mindset… but we are still the same on basic levels. The fiction books provide an encompassing label for us that is all, one that we can use when we feel alone in this world and without others of our kind. 6. I begun to work with people, mostly women, back in the 80’s….BDSM already existed, and I listened to many people and their stories which all were based on their kinks/fetishes…..interestingly Gor was never mentioned although the first book was published in the 60’s….*that brings me back to my statement that without the Internet the so called Gorean lifestylers wouldn’t exist*. Possibly there would not be as many open about the lifestyle… They were most certainly there (although I was a child in the 80’s!) and I was introduced in person to the Gorean lifestyle in the early ’90’s. The internet just allows free discussion regarding the subject in places such as Gor Chronicles where we feel safe to discuss openly with likeminded people without being judged. (my own username there is dreamweaver123)
7. The fact that a slave doesn’t worth more than an animal and therefore the owner can do with “it” whatever he wants..including the beating/selling…* I have to add here that I would not even punish my dogs with my hand or a tool, and it is sad enough that people still do such….not just to their animals but also to their kids* A slave has the same rank as an animal, But… Is a Master’s most treasured possession. A Gorean Master is not cruel, nor are they stupid. This sentence, which is rife throughout the books only illustrates a point – that of emphasizing a slave’s power to make decisions – we have only one basic decision to make – obey or not. By choosing to disobey, we choose to disappoint our Master and consequently be punished for such. Punishment comes in many forms however, the most effective of which are not physical.  my Master loves me very much, as I do him – but that would not and should not stop him from setting limits to my behaviour or rules to be abided by. I know my place in this relationship and what is acceptable or not. A dog is trained to walk to heel – a child is trained to use a toilet – I am trained to be a source of joy and pleasure… whats the difference?
8.It has never been easy for me to understand that somebody would get pleasure out of being physically punished….but the fact that a woman gives a man the control to do such whenever he thinks it is necessary, yet she claims to fear such punishment, is something I don’t understand at all. I wonder what these women would tell a women that has been physically punished because her husband wasn’t pleased with the way she did certain things. Pain is pain, but should not be confused with punishment. Abuse and violence unfortunately do exist within the BDSM and Gorean communities and should not be tolerated by anyone, lunaKM has a great post on this subject here and I suggest you read it. That said…. There are many people out there who enjoy certain levels of pain as kink – as part of play – myself included. I do not like it as a form of punishment however, and there is a huge gaping cavern of difference between the two. What levels of pain I can take before breaking as punishment and levels I enjoy as play are significantly different. Also, not all punishment is physical – painful or otherwise. the most effective punishments for me are never physical. DO NOT confuse a kink for pain and pain as punishment
8. It makes me chuckle to read the so called (Gorean) slaves say that they are aware of the fact that these books are entertainment only and that Gor doesn’t exist but yet they call themself “Kajira” although it is a Gorean word and therefore a non existing language. A little contradictory, huh. Probably, but no more so than calling myself Christian because I believe in Jesus Christ. After all, what is a Christian – someone who believe that a Man may or may not have existed 2,000 years ago? Ask any theologian, The bible is the greatest and most well read work of fiction on the planet. (and I am a practicing Christian by the way)  …. Less contraversial ‘word’ wanted? Okay, how about Google? Tesco? Blog? All words that have been ‘created’ by society. (Isn’t that how language evolves)
9. Although I am not even slightly interested in anything that is part of BDSM I must admit that I rather respect a person that admits his kinks/fetishes than somebody that doesn’t dare to do so but rather base such on a philosophy. In my point of view the so called Goreans are nothing but kinky people who doesn’t have the guts to admit that. I am Gorean, I am a Christian, I am a mother, I am a very kinky person…. I have the guts to admit who I am. I am also a whole raft of other labels if it makes people feel better to pigeon hole me. However.  All Gorean lifestylers have one basic thing in common. We know who we are, we are true to ourselves and have the honour and integrity to not compromise our values. We are also from my own experiance, often very productive members of society. 10. Besides…a philosophy is something one truly believes in and in such a case would want his kids to learn about it and believe in it as well…..your so called Gorean philosophy and the things you feel the need to share with others online is a kink/fetish….nothing more or less. I have no problem with my children learning the tenets of natural order as they grow – but at the appropriate level and pace. The base tenent is Know Thyself. However, the most fundamental principles of Gorean philosophy are ones of truth, respect, honour, integrity. Standing up for what you believe and not trying to be something you are not or compromising your principles just to appease others. If by learning and growing in a Gorean lifestyle environment means my children will take just those basic principles into adulthood and society, I will be very proud of them. Sex although in the books was not in the majority of the discussions at all – the underpinning philosophy was. If my children identify themselves as having a kink as adult, or as vanilla that is their choice as adults. As long as they are truthful to themselves I cannot ask for more.  I should also add that just as children growing in loving, vanilla environments do not see what happens behind closed doors – neither do any children growing in any other environment that is loving. In that sense..I wish you well. and here endeth my rant. A footnote from Master Aeros Wraithe: My kajira, dina, though a kajira in many ways her own person when it comes to dealing with work, friends and her own children. I do not expect her to be shy, bashful or fearful of the world when she and I are apart. I expect her to be the brash and bolshy, loving and caring individual that I also know her to be. As a Master, I know that there has to be balance in all things, regardless of circumstance or situation. It is my responsibility to teach and guide her in the best way possible, while treating her in the way she knows she deserves. Also, it is my responsibility to know when my actions or commands may be detrimental to her wellbeing emotionally, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. Being closed minded in the Gorean lifestyle I have seen time and time again. Yet there are many more that are open-minded and grow from the journey while those that are narrow sighted wither and leave Gor. Yes, it can be infuriating to argue with those in Gor that cannot see past their own perspective and stubborn to the point of being ignorant, but it is just like what you would find in normal vanilla society. Among the ripe, crisp apples you shall always find some grandma smiths’. My kajira is not a mat nor a doorstop, but intelligent, very loving and yet also very emotional and sensitive. I cannot clearly say or describe the qualities within her that fills me with pride everyday. Yet my kajira even when she makes mistakes and gets punished, she knows just how much she means to me within our relationship. For I would never lay an angry hand upon her as an act of punishment. Nor would I ever physically or verbally take a bad day out upon her. For then I would be less than a Gorean, hot blooded male. I would be an animal, not worth respect, honour, loyalty or her unconditional love. What fiction is in the Gorean novels are that, but within there is much to be taken from the vast passages of prose. Closed mindedness has no place in Gor, nor should have a place in a Master and kajira relationship.

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Eu e a Lidianne vamos estar falando sobre BDSM.
Não reparem que eu sou muito tímida. Lidianne é a parte desenrolada da equipe. Ela que costuma ir a esses eventos. Ela fala, eu escrevo. Cada um no seu quadrado, rs.

Mas como esse tema é BDSM que eu amo, então eu fui para falar especialmente sobre isso.

O programa vai ao ar depois da meia-noite. Por volta de meia-noite e meia.

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On Obedience

I found and subscribed to a very interesting web-feed today.  It’s a website called “submissive guide“, and from what I saw, the site is set up to send out by email daily journal prompts to help submissive and erotic-slave types to keep their journal writing fresh and oriented towards maintaining and communicating clearly why we choose to serve.  As I perused the list of recent journal prompts on the website, I came across one that definitely piqued my interest:

~~~>Do you find obedience to be easy for you?<~~~~

Wow.  That’s really a good question.  I’ll try to come up with an equally good answer.

Okay, I can’t deny it… I’m a brat.  I’m a brat.  I’ll say it one more time: I’m a brat.  I don’t like being a brat.  I don’t like myself when I’m being bratty.  It’s like eating things that aren’t good for us.  We know that potato chips have little or no nutritional value, and we know that they will make us fat in the long run.  But they taste so damn good, so when they’re around, we grab a handful without thinking too much about it.  It’s not like we think, “Ooo, if I eat few more hands full of these greasy chips I might be able to get my cholesterol up over 350!”  It’s more like, “Mmmmm, chips!”

That’s the way bratty behavior works for me.  I guess the smartass in me finds it funny.  If Madam asks me a question, any question, my brain reflexively (in most cases, I’m ashamed to admit) offers a bratty comeback.  These comebacks don’t always come out of my mouth, but very often they do.  These bratty comebacks come out at work, they come out in grocery stores, on the telephone, in social situations generally.  I don’t seem to have much control over these bratty thoughts that pop into my head.  What I do have control over is whether or not I allow these thoughts to come out of my mouth.  I pick and choose which smartass remarks come out at work.  I guess Madam hears more than her share of these smartass-answers-to-straight-forward-questions because we’re together a lot and because we’re so familiar with each other.  I’m just more relaxed around Madam.

If Madam asks me a question and I answer with a smartass remark, then I’m not being obedient.  I will say this in my own defense: I don’t want to be a brat.  I don’t talk back at Madam because I want to be punished or to challenge her authority over me.  It’s a reflex.  And I love and appreciate Madam more than she knows for helping me to break this reflexive characteristic inside of me.

I have to wonder, where did this bratty reflex come from?  What is the origin of this behavior in me?  The only thing I can think of is that I’m very smart, much smarter than the average person, I think.  Throughout my life, I’ve tended to figure things out, make connections, see patterns, and remember things much more readily than most people I’ve known.  Being a bratty smartass is the superior, arrogant smarty-pants coming out in me.  I guess it’s a way that I learned early on to flaunt my intelligence over people around me that I perceived as less intelligent than I am.  Not that I’m suggesting that Madam is less intelligent than I am; Madam is highly intelligent, at least my equal.  Madam and I simply have different areas of expertise. 

I think at this point in my life, the reflexive smartass thing is just a habit, less arrogant and more part of who I’ve trained myself to be.  Most people who know me are (I think) mostly charmed by my silly intelligence and wry humor… I mean, I’m not cruel or mean to people; I’m just a smartass.  In the case of Madam P, on the other hand, while she is charmed and turned on by my intelligence, sometimes she just wants a straight answer to a direct question; she doesn’t want to have to match wits with me every time she asks a question.

Which brings me back to the question: do I find obedience to be easy for me?  I love being obedient, but only to Madam P.  I don’t always like it, but I know that it’s good for me.  I know it’s good for me because, once I’ve pushed through my initial impulse to resist and be a brat, it feels so good (and erotic) to do exactly as Madam has commanded me to do.  If it feels good, it must be good. 

Obedience does not always come easy for me.  For anyone other than Madam, I say, good luck telling me what to do.  I am, however, very drawn to “compelled obedience”.  I WANT to be obedient to Madam.  I especially love doing things that Madam has commanded me to do that I REALLY, REALLY DO NOT WANT TO DO!  It’s like, taking a beating, submitting to a spanking or a flogging, or being tied to chair or a table for several hours at a time, it’s not pleasant, I don’t particularly enjoy the pain or discomfort, but I love, love, LOVE basking in that feeling that Madam has absolute power over me, that she has all the power and I have none.  I love that feeling.  That feeling quiets the brat inside my head, and it brings out the adoring pet in me.  In those times when Madam has been exercising her control over me, putting me in a cage for a few hours, making me sleep handcuffed, giving me commands, or even repeatedly, verbally reminding me of my place, the brat goes quiet in my head, and the slave-girl in me wants to follow Madam everywhere she goes and dote on her, touch her, kiss her, or just sit at her feet staring up at her face.

I LOVE being obedient to Madam P.  But I would not say that obedience comes easy for me.  Madam P is my hero, for helping me to quiet the brat within so that, in time, perhaps obedience will come more and more easily… but only for Madam P and for those she tells me I must obey.  To all others, good luck with that!

Missy

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My girlfriend April, is what you would call a yoga fanatic: 2 hours a day, 7 days a week. I can be needy at times, and I started to complain that her yoga was more important to her than I was. Her first response was that I was more than welcome to start doing yoga with her. She could teach me. That wasn’t going to happen, and I let the argument go. About a week later, I was sitting in my chair watching the Buckeye’s play football, and April brings out her big Pilates ball. She also brings out the stretchy bands she uses to warm up. I had noticed before, that the long, colorful strips were actually latex rubber. Those, and her spandex leotard, were two of my favorite accessories to her yoga, but unfortunately, the leotard didn’t seem to be on the agenda. With a wicked grin, she tells me to shut-up as she shuts off the game. She slowly saunters over to me, swaying her hips, and pulls out the footrest on my Lazy-boy. She picks up the purple latex strip, and ties the end of it to my ankle. She wraps it around the footrest several times, pulling it very tight before tying the remaining end to my other ankle. In 30 seconds, she had immobilized my legs. Picking up another band, she orders me to hold out my arm. After securing it to my wrist, the band goes under the chair, and pulls it our on the other side. She pulls it as tight as she can before looping it abound my free wrist and securing it. She runs her last band around both elbows and the back of the chair, looping it twice. This strip of latex is thinnest, so it stretches more than the others. Finally, she drops her jeans, revealing her soaked, cotton panties. “That really turned me on,” she says, “so these are going to be extra flavorful. Open up.” After meekly opening my mouth, she pulls out a pair of pantyhose she had been hiding. She puts the crotch of the hose over my head, wraps both legs around my head once to secure the panties in my mouth, and finally ties the legs together behind the chair. I’m truly stuck, and in heaven, but then she walks away.
She returns a few minutes later, with a new leotard. This one is a deep, iridescent blue. I also notice that it is a little small on her as her breasts seem to be trying to rip the seams apart. As she stops before me, my eyes drop to the magical camel toe. Following my eyes, she smiles and begins.
“You are such a pathetic bitch, whining about how we don’t spend enough time together. I’ve decided that this is the solution to your problem. I’m going to tie you up every day, and your going to sit there, fully clothed, and watch me exercise. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to position myself, so when I do the downward facing dog, you get a good show.
After I’m done, I’m going to peel off this leotard, and climb up on that chair. I’m going to lock my wet, sweaty pussy on your mouth, and force you to eat me out. If you please me, I will let you go. If you don’t please me, I’m just going to clamp my legs down so tight you won’t get any air, and pass out. Then I’m going to whip your pathetic little cock until that makes me cum, and leave you bound for the rest of the night. Tomorrow morning, I will climb back up on your face and let you try again. Fail me twice, and I might just rip your little pecker clean off. Now, you just sit tight while I go exercise.”
With that she starts to bend backwards over the large rubber ball. She splays her legs to give me a great view of the spandex stretching even tighter over her mons. It looks like my dinner is self-basting.

FTM inclusion in play spaces

I”ve been wanting to write about this for a long time but hadn’t gotten around to it. Back when I was on Live Journal (I think my account is still open as Tboy Jacky. I started to blog there but quickly switched to WP where I have been happy ever since), I joined a few FTM groups. I got into some arguments about “women and trans” spaces such as parties and BDSM play parties. Some trans men, for various reasons, feel that having spaces for women and trans folk that inludes trans men while excluding cis men is unfair. I don’t have time to summarize those views here but below is my own views on it (in abridged form, believe it or not!) A recent “controversy” on a Fetlife discussion group led me to write what is below. I’m sure that someone will come along and express why they disagree and that’s ok, as long as the responses are respectful and not belligerent. I will delete those types of comments.

As an FTM who “grew up” in the dyke community and who was nurtured specifically by the leatherdyke community, I feel that inclusion in spaces that I used to be a part of before transition is a life saver. To be excluded would be devastating as I have developed many close ties there in the years leading up to transition and these ties have been maintained throughout transition. I understand that some transmen do not want to be in those spaces for their own reasons and that is fine. As far as I’m concerned, if a transman does not want to attend a woman and trans space, he is free to not do so. Back when I was on LJ FTM groups, some transmen were arguing that these spaces should not include FTMs while excluding cismen. I disagree. Those transmen may not want to be included but to argue that NO transmen should be included is unfair to those of us who need that space.

As for the exclusion of cis-men, this will sound cliché, I’m sorry, but they have lots of spaces. They really do. And many of us transguys don’t feel safe in spaces dominated by cismen. I generally don’t enjoy pansexual spaces with a hetero leaning (which qualifies most of the pan spaces I’ve been to in Montreal and even a couple in Toronto) because I know that the majority of the men there will think I’m a freak. I’m intimidated by gay male spaces because I have never, even seen a gay male space reach out to transmen to make us feel included. Maybe that happens in Toronto (?) but not in Montreal. Except for one local discussion group for gay and bisexual men which specifies that it is for all male-identified people, I’ve never seen any kind of FTM inclusion.

Now, in an ideal world, there would be a nice variety of spaces available to me. Some that were women and trans and some that included cismen that were open to trans people of all stripes. As soon as I find the latter, here or elsewhere, I will be sure to check it out because I would LOVE LOVE LOVE to have the opportunity to meet men (trans and cis) who would potentially be interested in a guy like me.

As for phrasing: NO PHRASING WILL PLEASE EVERYONE. There are various phrasings such as “women past, present and future”, “women and trans” etc. All of them have their problems. There is no easy way to phrase it. My suggestion to the organisers (because they did ask me personally) is to pick one, explain their choice in their mandate somewhere and acknowledge that it’s not perfect.

Finally, someone mentioned that including transmen in “women and trans” spaces has to do with exoticizing. It might be tempting to think so but I’ve been circulating in such spaces and never have I felt exoticized. On my way home from Ottawa on Monday after attending my second Unholy Harvest (for women and trans) I commented to my girlfriend that one of the reasons I love the vibe is that everyone there is sexy in their own way and everyone there acknowledges everyone else’s sexiness. Yes, I was made to feel sexy but no more or less sexy than anyone else there. It is one of the few spaces that I can walk around with breasts and my masculinity is not questioned. I know that I could even dress up in drag with women’s lingerie (because, yes, I kept all of mine) and still be seen as a guy. Very few people that I know outside of this space are able to look at me topless and refer to me as “he.” I feel respected and validated there. I wouldn’t give it up for anything and if organisers of such event threw up their hands and made it “women only” to please some transguys who feel insulted by this inclusion, I would be devastated.

Yes, all this enhances a difference between trans and cis men. Some trans men don’t like that. They don’t have to come. They can mingle and blend in with cis men. They can create spaces for all men. They can also create spaces for all men and women of all origins that like to play with men and women of all origins. That would be amazing and I would go. But this does not take away the need for spaces for women and trans. Incidentally, I do also understand that women (trans and cis) need their space too without any men. I respect that and would respect a women only space. I also respect women in women and trans spaces who don’t want to play with men. That’s OK. All these spaces can coexist and people should be free to circulate among them.

Finally, I know there are cis men out there who are allies and supporters and who might feel excluded by women only or women and trans spaces. They can participate in the creation of all-inclusive spaces, or spaces that are inclusive to ALL PEOPLE WHO ARE RESPECTFUL of all and perhaps where education can happen about how to respect not only gender difference but also cultural, linguistic, ability, age difference and so forth.

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Glow

After trying and loving the Floggerella, I decided it was time to introduce a larger, more threatening flogger to my collection. Meet the Glow Flogger by Leatherbeaten, a flogger cut from medium garment suede with a corset-stitched handle, topped off with a goatskin knob. Glow Floggers come in several different materials – cowhide, belting leather, suede, and rubber – for varying effects. Mine is suede, sexy and black with just enough sting. The length of the lashes are 18″ by 1/2″, the handle is 8″, and the keeper is 6″. The Glow Flogger is much larger than the petite Floggerella, but it (like the Floggerella) makes a good warm-up flogger, perfect for beginners and seasoned users alike. Nothing too intense, but definitely a step up from the Floggerella.

My first experience with the Glow Flogger was an excellent one. After briefly discussing safe words, we settled on “Peaches” (the musician, not the fruit) and started swishing the lashes of the flogger through the air, taking in and thoroughly enjoying the sound they made and the comfort of the handle. A few minutes later, I was clutching my bed with my bare ass exposed and taking the delicious lashes my girlfriend was giving me. The sting was perfect, not too light but not too harsh. Definitely noticeable but nothing excruciating. I’m almost sure the tips of the lashes left red marks on my behind. We’d finally found our ideal flogger. Thank you, Leatherbeaten, for another high quality product!

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Η τιμωρία

Η ιστορία αυτή είναι περισσότερο σκληρή από τα γούστα μου αλλά έχω τους λόγους μου που τη διηγούμαι… παρακαλώ όσοι δεν αρέσκονται σε ακραίες πράξεις σε παιχνίδια εξουσίας να μη συνεχίσουν.

Έπρεπε να τιμωρηθείς. Έτσι κι αλλιώς αργά ή γρήγορα, η ίδια σου η υποτακτική φύση θα σε έφερνε στα ίσα σου, αλλά ήθελα να σου δώσω ένα μάθημα πειθαρχίας αυτοπροσώπως και άμεσα. Ήξερα πόσο καυλώνεις με το να κυριαρχώ πάνω σου, να σε ορίζω να σε μεταχειρίζομαι. Και μόνο στην ιδέα να αποτελείς την ιδιοκτησία μου σε τρέλαινε και ήσουν υπέροχο παιχνιδάκι στα χέρια μου. Απολαμβάνεις κάθε στιγμή τιμωρίας σου, κάθε εξευτελισμό κάθε ταπείνωση Βρήκα τον τρόπο πώς να σου μεταφέρω τη διαταγή μου …

Είχες τη επιλογή να μην έρθεις, αλλά οι σκλάβες σαν και σένα δεν έχουν επιλογές, υπακούν!!! Σε έβαλα μάλιστα να μου στείλεις μήνυμα όπου θα με παρακαλάς να σου πω που και πότε, θα τιμωρηθείς. Σου απαγόρεψα να μαλακιστείς μέχρι να έρθεις να με βρεις και δεν περίμενα πολύ… ήρθες. Έπρεπε να φοράς ένα ελαφρύ φόρεμα, και από κάτω ζαρτιέρες. Τα υπόλοιπα δεν με πολυαπασχολούσαν, έτσι κι αλλιώς δεν θα έμενες πολύ με τα ρούχα σου! Έπρεπε να έρθεις στο σπίτι μου στις 8 το βράδυ… να χτυπούσες το κουδούνι και να έλεγες ποια είσαι αποφασιστικά. Θα σου έδινα οδηγίες μετά. Χτύπησες το κουδούνι της εξώπορτας και στην απάντηση ποιος είναι είπες δυνατά και καθαρά: η Σκλάβα σου. Σου άνοιξα και σου είπα να έρθεις στον πρώτο όροφο… εκεί βρήκες μια πόρτα ανοιχτή. Μπήκες και κοίταξες πάνω στο τραπέζι.. ήταν ότι χρειαζόταν για την υποταγή σου. Έπρεπε να δέσεις τα μάτια σου με ένα μαντίλι το ήξερες. Δίστασες λίγο αλλά η φωνή μου ήταν επιτακτική καθώς έκλεινα την πόρτα πίσω σου. – Δέσε τα μάτια σου βρώμα! Δεν είχες το θάρρος να γυρίσεις να με κοιτάξεις. Έδεσες αμήχανα τα μάτια σου με το μαύρο μαντίλι και τότε σε πλησίασα. Σε κοίταξα εξερευνητικά. Στα παιχνίδια εξουσίας δεν έχει σημασία η εμφάνιση, η ηδονή, η επιθυμία, το πάθος ξεκινά και καταλήγει στον εγκέφαλο, αλλά ήσουν ένα πολύ όμορφο τσουλάκι. Σου σήκωσα λίγο το πηγούνι με το χέρι μια για να σε περιεργαστώ, σαν να επρόκειτο να σε αγοράσω. Σε υποχρέωσα σε ένα γύρο που έκανες αδέξια για να σε τσεκάρω…

- Καλή είσαι. Για να δούμε και τι λες γυμνή. Γδύσου και γονάτισε καριόλα! Τα ρούχα σου πέτα τα κάτω. Μείνε με τις ζαρτιέρες και τα εσώρουχα μόνο και κάτσε εκεί μέχρι να σε χρειαστώ. Στα τέσσερα, όπως σου πρέπει… και μην σε δω να κουνιέσαι, εκεί θα κάτσεις. Μη με αναγκάσεις να σε δέσω. Έπρεπε να σου επιβληθώ. Μια μικρή τιμωρία θα σου θύμιζε το ρόλο σου.

Περπάτησα χαλαρά προς την κουζίνα παρακολουθώντας σε. Γδύθηκες χωρίς δισταγμό. Τέτοια πουτάνα είσαι και γονάτισες αμήχανα. Χρειαζόσουν εκπαίδευση ήταν φανερό, αλλά το ήξερα. Άλλωστε αυτό ήθελα, να σε εκπαιδεύσω όπως έπρεπε. Πήγα αδιάφορα στην κουζίνα και έβαλα ένα ποτό με πολύ πάγο. Γύρισα και κάθισα στον καναπέ κοντά σου απολαμβάνοντας το θέαμα.

- Εκεί θα κάτσεις μέχρι να μάθεις το ρόλο σου πουτανάκι! Άκουσες;;;

- Ναι… ψέλλισες, και κει σου ήρθε η πρώτη σφαλιάρα.

- Μάλιστα αφέντη θα λες ξεκωλιάρα!

- Μάλιστα αφέντη. Απάντησες αλλά δεν πείστηκα. Σε έπιασα από το λαιμό και σε έσπρωξα προς το πάτωμα ώστε τα βυζιά σου ακουμπάνε κάτω στα κρύα πλακάκια και το σώμα σου να κάνει γωνία για να πετάγεται μόνο ο κώλος ψηλά. – Έτσι θα κάτσεις γαμιόλα! Και θα κουνάς το κώλο σου σα σκύλα που κουνάει την ουρά της. Θα μου δείξεις καλά πόσο τσούλα είσαι.

- Μμμμμ μάλιστα αφέντη. Ψιθύρισες. Σου κατέβασα το κυλοττάκι και άρχισα να σου χουφτώνω τον κώλο, αναζητώντας επίμονα την τρύπα σου. Μόλις τη βρήκα σου έχωσα απότομα το δάχτυλο μέσα σου ξέροντας πως θα σε πονέσω. Σε άκουσα ικανοποιημένος να στενάζεις. Κατέβασα το χέρι μου και τσέκαρα με ικανοποίηση το μουνί σου να είναι μούσκεμα και να καίει από επιθυμία. Σε άφησα εκεί υποταγμένη να κουνάς τον ξεβράκωτο κώλο σου κυκλικά και να μουγκρίζεις ανήμπορη να κάνεις οτιδήποτε.

- Έτσι τσούλα. Συνέχισε να κουνιέσαι. Γουστάρεις να σε έχω έτσι σαν καυλωμένη σκύλα εεεε;;;

- Μάλιστα αφέντη. Μούγκρισες και συνέχισες να κουνιέσαι. Έπιασα ένα παγάκι από το ποτό και στο στριφογύρισα γύρω από το μουνί σου και την κωλοτρυπίδα σου ενώ συνέχισα να σου λέω ότι πιο εξευτελιστικό μου ερχόταν μέσα στην καύλα και τη θολούρα μου. Όταν το παγάκι έλιωσε σχεδόν βρέχοντας ακόμη περισσότερο τις τρύπες, σου το έχωσα στην κωλοτρυπίδα σου και σου έχωσα 2-3 κωλοσκάμπιλα. Σου έβαλα 2 δάχτυλα βίαια στο στόμα και απόλαυσα τη γλώσσα σου να τα περιποιείται με λαιμαργία. Σε άκουσα να μουγκρίζεις από την καύλα και πήρα με το κινητό μερικές φωτογραφίες για να θυμάμαι το θέαμα. Μετά πήρα τα χέρια σου και με βία στα έβαλα οπισθάγκωνα. Στα έδεσα και σε άφησα εκεί.

- Άκου δω… Αν θυμάμαι καλά δεν ήσουν υπάκουη και δεν ξέρω αν αξίζει να ασχοληθώ μαζί σου. Μείνε εκεί όπως είσαι βρήκα να κάνεις κάτι χρήσιμο! Κάθισα όσο πιο αναπαυτικά γίνεται στον καναπέ μου. Άνοιξα την τηλεόραση και έβαλα τα πόδια μου πάνω στον κώλο σου! Άλλαξα αδιάφορα τα κανάλια, έτσι κι αλλιώς δεν έδινα καμιά σημασία στο τι έπαιζε, το μυαλό μου ήταν στο πως θα σε υποτάξω περισσότερο. Εσύ πάντως το μόνο που εισέπραττες ήταν η αδιαφορία μου! Σε είχα για υποπόδιο, γυμνή με δεμένα τα χέρια, χωρίς να μπορείς καν να δεις τι συμβαίνει γύρω σου υποταγμένη και ξεφτιλισμένη! Το απολάμβανες όμως βρώμα. Μύριζα σχεδόν τα υγρά που πλημμύριζαν το μουνί σου. Άναψα ένα τσιγάρο και προετοίμαζα την επόμενή μου κίνηση. Καταρχήν δεν υπήρχε λόγος να βιάζομαι. Σκέφτηκα να χώσω την ψωλή μου βαθιά στο στόμα σου και να χύσω στη μάπα σου πασαλείφοντας σε με τα χύσια μου που θα τα έγλυφες λαίμαργα ακόμη κι από το πάτωμα για να ανακουφίσεις την καύλα σου. Θα μπορούσα να σε τιμωρώ πιο ψύχραιμα έτσι, ή να σου άφηνα τα χύσια μου να στεγνώνουν στη μάπα σου αφού τα άπλωνα για να νιώθεις ακόμη πιο φτηνή. Ήθελα σαν τρελός, αλλά ήταν ημέρα τιμωρίας και προτίμησα να μη στο δώσω τόσο εύκολα. Περίμενα απολαυστικά να φτάσεις τις αντοχές σου. Ήδη τα γόνατά σου πρέπει να σε πέθαιναν. Δεν ξέρω πόση ώρα πέρασε προετοιμάζοντας την επόμενη κίνηση. Βρήκα ευκαιρία από μια ανεπαίσθητη αίσθηση κίνηση σου για να σε υποβιβάσω κι άλλο.

- Δε σου είπα μωρή βρωμιάρα να μην κουνιέσαι;;; Εκεί θα κάτσεις όλο το βράδυ αν γουστάρω. Έχεις καμιά αντίρρηση; Λέγε μωρή;;

- Όχι Αφέντη… Ψέλλισες με δυσκολία.

- Για να δούμε, θα σου ξαναπεράσει από το μυαλό να με παρακούσεις;;;

- Όχι αφέντη μου, δεν θα το ξανακάνω. Λυπήσου με… Ήξερες καλά τα βίτσια μου. Η καύλα μου ήταν απερίγραπτη!

- Τώρα να δεις τι θα σου κάνω ψωλοαρπάχτρα! Έπιασα το τηλέφωνο και σχημάτισα ένα νούμερο. Ποτέ δε θα μάθεις ποιος άκουγε στην άλλη μεριά της γραμμής όσα έλεγα, κι αν τα έλεγα σε κάποιο γνωστό μου ή στον αυτόματο τηλεφωνητή που λέει την ώρα.

- Έλα ρε Μιχάλη, που είσαι;

- …

- Α ωραία! Τι κάνεις τώρα;

- …

- Να μωρέ έχω εδώ εκείνη τη ρουφοκαυλέτα που σου έλεγα και έχω βαρεθεί να την πιπώνω. Η πουτάνα θέλει κι άλλο. Ναι ρε, αυτή που σου έλεγα. Έλα να το γλεντήσεις. Σπίτι μου ναι. Να σε περιμένω;

- …

- Οκ, καλώς. Θα τα πούμε. Ένιωθα τον τρόμο και την καύλα σου. Θα σε πρόσφερα τελικά σε κάποιον άλλο; Ή μήπως απλώς έπαιζα πάλι με μπλόφα;

συνεχίζεται… (ελπίζω , γιατί πολύ μούγκα έχει πέσει και αρχίζω να βαριέμαι )

Mistress Nicole went shopping

I am happy to report that the building with-stood the heavy rainfall very well.
Only on one place in the roof there was a bit of a leaking,
but the hole was found quickly and waterproofed pretty fast after that.
The sunny days of automn are back again, luckely. I think those grey days are so sad.

So when the weather was good again, I went out to do some serious shopping,
bits and pieces for the castle,

but my eyes were distracted as usual

and as I had some unspended gifts from several financial slaves, I decided to treat myself.
These 2 pics were taken when I came back from downtown Barcelona.

That photographer has captured my mood pretty well!

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Poker with another man’s wife.

Every Saturday afternoon we got a little poker game going at our buddy Jay’s house. His girlfriend is hot, and the biggest whore ever. She also has the craziest ass, so we decided to set him up. We came over, and started playing. Like the whore she is, she came down strutting this tiny little pair of cut off shorts with half her ass hanging out. We were running out of ice, so Jay ran out, and our homeboy Brent disappeared with her in one of the rooms while Jay was gone. Join here!

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A Whole New World.

The fantasy began like many of our other stories. His voice would drop a few decibels as he leaned in close and began painting a new masterpiece with his words.

It was a world as described by him very similarly to Gor. Girls between the ages of 18 and 27 had an opportunity to choose a master whom they wished to serve. If they exceeded the age limit, they would belong to the government and most likely be used to clean the city streets, run the various stores and be destined to perform menial tasks the rest of their lives.

For those that were fortunate enough to find a master to serve, it was the most beautiful and passionate union they could ever imagine. It meant that not only would they be the cherished pet of a man, but that they would be trained to please him in every way – sexually, physically and emotionally. The training came at a high price – complete and utter ownership of the complex female body and mind…

In many ways, when I first heard the story it reiterated so many of my passions towards why slavery was so appealing to me. We live in a world where freedom is so valued, why did I crave to give myself over to someone else?

The security in being owned was my first gut-reaction response. I’ve always had an affinity towards cages and small spaces. I sleep in a double bed and only take-up one quarter of the space. I have more pillows than I do limbs. I need small spaces to feel secure. Clearly laid-out perimeters soothe my soul. It enables me to see the definitive borders of my existence, it is where I belong after all. Protected from harm, cherished by one.

Sitting back and thinking about it more clearly, security isn’t the only reason. I asked him: “is it wrong that I want to imagine myself owned as your property…because I’m afraid I might leave if I don’t?” The resulting conversation confirmed that although it was somewhat of a fantasy, it didn’t seem right to stay because of fear. What drives me to stay, as opposed to forcing me to leave?

I crave the surrender, the calm assurance that the choices are not mine to make. By no means is it a ‘lazy’ solution – for anyone that knows me, knows that I’ve always struggled with relinquishing control. There’s a comfort in knowing that you are cherished, appreciated and loved, and in return that submitting to your master is an active submission that requires mental and emotional diligence. I’m encouraged and compelled daily – particularly when the difficult issues arise – as to why I choose to give my life over – the only choice I seemingly ‘have’.

Nobody warned me that involving myself in a D/s relationship would elicit so many conflicting emotions. I’ve cried and laughed more often in the last four months than I have in my entire life. It’s intensely exhausting, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. At least, not in this world. As for the remainder of my fantasies, well, we’ll live those vicariously through our words.