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~Art Break
Posted:Sep 23, 2020 3:05 am
Last Updated:Mar 16, 2021 3:06 am
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~Gustav Klimt, Sea Serpents
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The Power of Pain
Posted:Sep 22, 2020 3:41 am
Last Updated:Sep 24, 2020 11:09 am
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By any standard pain is powerful, but for a masochist, it is even more potent. Pain can unlock the mind, or shut it down. For a masochist, it can quiet the loudest of thoughts, and leave in their place the echoes of affection.

Sadness, for most, will mean that they need to be held until the tears stop. When other women are angry they may need space to cool off. Perhaps when they are frustrated they need time to think and work through the problem.

But that isn’t what I need. I need pain.

For a masochist, for me, pain can heal. Do I want to be held? Yes, of course. I need to feel the firm pressure of your arms around me, and your soft words whispered in my ear. I need you to hold me and tell me that it will be okay, to talk me back to reason, and remind me that this too shall pass.

But first, I need you to pull me over your knee and warm my skin with the touch of your palm. I need you to coil your hand around my neck until my sorrows fade to black. To tie me down and multiply my tears until there are none left to be cried. I need you to drown out my inner monologue with the floods of pain.

Not because I’ve been bad, not because I shouldn’t be sad, not because you don’t want to hold me, but because you know that your hand on my skin is affection. Because you understand that the lingering heat, the sharp sting, and the aching marks your hand leaves in its wake, still my mind. They remind me that despite the storm, I am yours. Because you know that the pain tells me that I am loved, and some days the voice of pain is the only one I hear.

pleasurewhore~
*Archive
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~Beauty Tips
Posted:Sep 22, 2020 2:14 am
Last Updated:Mar 30, 2023 12:57 am
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′To have attractive lips, speak kind words.

To have a loving look, look for the good side of people.

To look skinny, share your food with the hungry.

To have beautiful hair, let a cross it with his own fingers once a day.

To have a beautiful poise, walk knowing you're never alone because those who love and loved you accompany you.

People, even more than objects, need to be fixed, spoiled, awakened, wanted, and saved: never give up on anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a hand, you'll find them at the end of both your arms. When you become old, you will discover that you have two hands, one to help yourself, the second to help others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, in her face, or in her way of fixing her hair. The beauty of a woman is seen in her eyes because that is the door open to her heart, the source of her love.

The beauty of a woman doesn't lie in her makeup, but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the tenderness that gives love, the passion that it expresses.

The beauty of a woman grows over the years

~Audrey Hepburn
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Absolute Trust
Posted:Sep 21, 2020 3:53 am
Last Updated:May 12, 2023 10:54 pm
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It is difficult to fathom the heart of D/s until you have experienced first hand the depth and power of the bond between Dominant and submissive. What looks like one-sided command and obedience is actually, in its highest form, unbridled mutual devotion. But the strength of that bond and the depth of that devotion stem from, and are singularly dependent upon, one thing, absolute trust.”

~ For The Love of a Submissive, 2019
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— Confessions
Posted:Sep 21, 2020 3:30 am
Last Updated:Apr 8, 2023 12:34 am
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‘Why did you fall for him?’
I’ve never been able to answer this question and I wonder if I ever will be. The only thing I know is that I spent years not knowing him and one day he just was there.
I still remember him, just sitting there on a wooden picnic table, I still remember him looking up at me, I still remember the look in his eyes, I still remember the feeling I had. Both were pure, clean because nothing had happened yet.
There we were on that chilly spring morning, not yet knowing how we would change each other’s lives.

'Why do you still love him?’
How will I ever be able to answer? I just do. He’s such a big part of my life, I can’t imagine it without him. No, there hasn’t been an easy moment ever since I met him, and yes, at times it hurts a lot.
I know everyone tells me to let him go. And I get why. Perhaps I could let him go if I only met him a few months ago, but he has marked too many memories, predominated too many years. He’s the only thing in my life that never changes. I think that's how life is sometimes. People just stay with us.

~Uknown

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~Sunday Sway
Posted:Sep 20, 2020 3:21 am
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2023 4:56 am
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* Going Nowhere~ Chris Isaak ~ Forever Blue
* Waiting A Friend ~ Rolling Stones ~ Tattoo You
* The Ocean ~ Led Zepplin ~ Houses Of The Holy
* My Own Version Of You ~ Bob Dylan ~Rough And Rowdy Ways
* Catch the Wind ~ Donavan ~ What's Bin Did and What's Bin Hid
* Time ~ Pink Floyd ~Dark Side Of The Moon
* Charlemagne ~ Steely Dan ~ A Decade Of Steely Dan
* ( I Know) I'm Losing You ~ Rod Stewart ~ Every Picture Tells A Story
* Let's Get It On ~ Marvin Gaye ~ Let's Get It On
* Happiness Is A Warm Gun~ The Beatles ~ The White Album

~Time
~Pink Floyd *Dark Side Of The Moon

Ticking away the moments that make a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.
Kicking around a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.

So you run and you run to catch with the sun but it's sinking
Racing around come behind you again.
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer death.

Every year is getting shorter never seem find the time.
Plans that either come naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
thought I'd something more say.

(There Is No Dark Side Of The Moon... As A Matter Of Fact, It''s Dark)

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~Tongue Tied
Posted:Sep 19, 2020 3:25 am
Last Updated:Apr 8, 2023 12:35 am
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As soon as the words left her mouth she wished she could call them back.

“Excuse me?”

The mild tone was belied by the raised eyebrow and the slightly pinched look around his mouth. She swallowed and dropped her gaze, feeling foolish and flustered.

“I, umm, that is – I-“

“Kneel”

The direct command cut off her flustered groping for words and even though she knew he was about to address her rudeness; she couldn’t help but feel a little relieved not to be left floundering. The truth was she’d been sassy for a few days now. Always hovering on the right side of respectful, but definitely pushing his buttons. Their relationship thrived on their mutual respect for each other’s intelligence, often taking the form of lively conversations peppered with quick comebacks and wit. He was vocal about his love for her clever mind, and he understood that after too many years of being told she was too much, too strong, not compliant enough, part of her was still waiting for him to tell her those things too. That even as she reveled in finding a man strong and secure enough to put her in her place, she continued to test his resolve.

As he watched her drop gracefully to her knees at his feet, her head still bent, her long hair covering her flushed face, he allowed himself a small smile. She was about to rediscover how strong his resolve was.

“Strip.”

She glanced up at him briefly with wide eyes before hurrying to remove the dress she had worn to work. As she shimmied out of it the pretty underthings he had chosen for her to wear today were revealed, the lace playing peekaboo with her pert nipples, making his cock stir in his pants. As soon as she was done she resumed her kneeling position, head bent, eyes on the floor. Her heavy fall of hair obscured her face, so she heard, rather than saw, him placing things on the floor beside her.

“Look at me.”

She raised her eyes and complied as he put a hand under her jaw to gently tilt her head back. He brushed her hair out of the way and looked down at her. He loved her like this too – compliant and submissive. His. Unable to hide from him. Nerves, anticipation, and chagrin were written all over her face. He let the silence linger and watched as she bit her lip but held his stare, determined to do as she was told

“So you can be well behaved.”

She flushed again, her response a quiet “Yes, Sir.”

“Does that mean you’re choosing not to be?”

“No! No Sir. I promise. I just…” she broke off then took a breath and tried to collect herself but could feel hot tears welling up in her eyes.

“You just think it’s ok to always have a smart answer? To be impertinent? I think I’ve been too lenient. I’ve let you know I enjoy your intelligence and wit and you’ve taken advantage of that.”

She was openly crying now. His tone has never changed. He’s not yelling or even openly angry but she’s horrified that he thinks she has taken advantage of him in any way. She knows he’s right, even if she didn’t consciously think of it like that, she has pushed the envelope too far and shown him disrespect with her smart mouth that moves too fast for her own good sometimes.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry Sir, please…please let me make it up to you.”

Suddenly he hunkered down in front of her, picking whatever he’d put on the floor up.

“Oh don’t you worry little girl. I’m going to make sure you make it up to me. Hold out your tongue.”

She blinked at him, confused for a few seconds before doing what he said, and sticking her pink tongue out.

“Further, open your mouth wider.”

When she complied he held up the object and she could see it clearly for the first time. A clothespin. Her eyes widened, they’d never used clothes pins before. Would it hurt more than a clamp? He snapped the pin open and shut a few times, the sound loud in the room, her pulse accelerating in time, nerves firing in her stomach.

In an efficient movement, he lined the pin-up with the tip of her tongue and released the ends. It shut soundlessly, the spring mount gripping her flesh mercilessly. A pained cry left her, it definitely hurt more than she was expecting, and more tears welled up in her eyes. He stood slowly, never taking his eyes off her.

“You’re going to keep that on your tongue while I remind you what happens to disrespectful girls who can’t control their smart mouths. Understand?” She nodded, tears slipping down her cheeks, her mascara running with them.

“Use your words.”

She garbled out a “Yes Sir.” It was impossible to actually talk properly with her tongue pinned and she felt a flush of humiliation creep up her neck and cheeks at the incoherent sounds she was making.

“Good girl. There’s a paddle lying on the floor to your left. Present it to me.”

She reached out with shaking fingers and gripped the handle before using both hands to hold it out to him. Offering up her submission, her choice to receive his punishment. She panted, her tongue held by the clothespin, as she realized what was about to happen. As she held it up to him everything about her body language said she was his, she was sorry, and she would take her punishment like a good girl.

The clothespin prohibited her from closing her mouth and drool began to gather, dropping in a long strand to her breasts, mingling with the tears she had shed for him. He was already hard at the sight of her like this, under his command, accepting his dominance, and as he accepted the paddle from her he could feel his cock stir even more. It was going to be a long night, but completely worth every moment of lost sleep.

~silent-musings
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~Connection
Posted:Sep 18, 2020 4:46 am
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2022 1:50 am
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I’ve only met a handful of people in my life that I can actually be myself around and not feel like I’m putting on a show. Like, I can be completely honest down to my core and not worry about them thinking differently about me or liking me less. And I can’t explain it but it takes a certain type of person for me to feel this way with and a connection like that is so rare that when you find it, it’s really easy to mistake it for love. And sometimes it is or it can be, but not always. Those people are special but it doesn’t always have to be love. And that’s why there are certain people that I always want in my life, in some capacity, I’m just not sure what capacity that is. I just know that I can’t give up that connection. And it might be a matter of having a lot in common or similar senses of humor or caring about the same things, but it’s deeper than that too. I think it’s that we think a similar way and our feelings are somehow connected and the way we express or react or make assumptions about things and the motivators that cause us to act are all aligned. I don’t know, but I know it’s something more than surface deep. There are certain people that are just on different levels with you than everyone else. And you hold on to those people.

~i wrote this for me
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DEFINED: SSC and R.A.C.K...
Posted:Sep 18, 2020 3:36 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2020 2:02 am
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Safe, sane & consensual

SSC is an acronym for safe, sane, and consensual. It is the basis of good practice in BDSM and the first thing anyone entering the lifestyle is taught. We might be using whips and chains, but we do it safely, sanely and we all consent to it. I know that I will not be involved with anyone who does not consent to an activity, knowing full well what they are getting into. Safe, sane, and consensual has three legs.
The first element of it is to ensure that a risky activity is made as safe as possible by preparing for any eventualities that might lead to injury. The second part of it is to make sure that the activity is not one that would lead to death or serious injury or even a mental breakdown. Activities are monitored for the sanity of doing so. This has always been interesting to me because we all do not agree on what sanity means. I think it is insane to jump out of a plane in mid-air, yet I also think there is nothing wrong with a paddling. The third element is the most important - consent.
A responsible scene is set up when the dominant and submissive discuss what is going to happen, what all the risks are, what precautions have been taken and what should happen when things go wrong and then establish consent after that discussion. Consent means nothing if someone has no clue what flogging means and blindly gives their permission.

Risk Aware Consensual Kink

First off, let me explain the term. RACK is basically understanding the activity and the techniques, knowing what the risks are, preparing to minimize those risks, and then consenting to the activity after full disclosure. It is much the same as SSC, but it has no vague terms such as safe or sane. How do I decide for someone else what safe or sane is supposed to mean. I do not have the right to dictate to others what they should find acceptable or how they should be doing it.

As an example, I will use a relatively inane example. A girl is told not to wear any underwear. The couple goes out to a restaurant and sits down. Nothing is covering her as she sits down on a surface that could be infected with germs and bugs aplenty. I have never seen someone wipe down the chairs or wash the upholstery after every meal. How do you know what risks a girl is exposed to? Is it safe? Is it safe? Looking at it from the RACK perspective, one could say that yes the girl has been told to not wear underwear. The dominant could explain how there are risks and explain those to her. he or she could suggest ways of minimizing the risks, such as bringing a towel along that could be placed on the chair in an unobtrusive way, or the submissive could decide that the risks are too great and decide to not participate in that activity and to make it a hard limit.

–-Dominant Life.
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~Things you should pay attention to:
Posted:Sep 17, 2020 5:38 am
Last Updated:May 12, 2023 10:54 pm
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Things you should pay attention to the sound of the wind through the trees when the leaves are changing, peoples’ smiles when they’re smiling at you, the sound of the guitar strings in the acoustic cover of your favorite song, how tight he holds you and for how long. Because that’s what’s important. Not what’s going on in your phone or the semi-annual sales at the mall or the naps and Netflix marathons that you ‘need.’ No episode or text is as important as what spices go into your grandma's cookies or how the first sunny day of the season feels on your face. So if it’s not something you’ll want to remember as much as the sound of your mom’s laugh or how it makes you feel when your climbs into your bed and presses his body against you, then you shouldn’t be wasting time burning it into your memory. There are so many amazing things, sounds, and feelings every day that years from now we’re going to be praying we could experience just one more time. So please, please, just notice. I promise you’ll be happy you ingrained the important things into your memory while you still could.

~au-contraire-eclair
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