"... when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."
-- When Harry met Sally
"The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances; if there is any reaction, both are transformed."
-- Carl Jung
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
dymion and I had our first sexual encounter and the first taste of our bdsm lifestyle together in my old bedroom. The walls were a very dark shade of purple. We spent an entire weekend lost in each other in that Purple Room. We rarely came up for air and only separated for necessary RL stuff.
Since that time, our activities have escalated...limits have been pushed, mind blowing orgasms and emotional subspaces have been achieved, but it all began in that Purple Room. Moments like these, frozen in time, help me through the rough times we all encounter through our daily lives.
The Purple Room - now a state of mind for me - is always in my heart. It is a place to escape. I have never told him, but anytime I get super stressed I take myself back to one specific moment I remember vivdly. I was laying on the bed and he was standing over me. We were completely free of the constraint of clothes and I thought he was the most awesome sight. I couldn't wait to touch him, feel him, and experience an intimacy I had been longing for in the many weeks before. That moment started my whole new life with my love, my sub, my prince, my pet...my dymion. I think I knew then I would never be without him again.
It is good to appreciate those moments as we all take this highly sensitive and often misunderstood path. Regardless of those things you must hide from the people around you and the judgements that might arise, special times remind you of the sensations, excitement, and significance of the things that are really important.
So, this may not be my hottest post...I could make it hotter if I gave you the details of that first night in the Purple Room, but that isn't the point I wish to make. I just know that The Purple Room is something I will reflect upon until I am old and gray and quite frankly at 90 years old, I know it will spark the same feelings, the same excitement, and the same appreciation of my love. All hail purple!
Monday, September 28, 2009
Flat Earth Social Club
Inspired by months of fun with my collar and leash, my Goddess has been wanting to get me a leash for my genitals. She figured that she would enjoy parading me around the house by it, and that it would allow her an extra measure of control over me when the mood came to her.
We hadn't really had much time to go shopping for non-essentials recently, but we did yesterday, and of course, looking to make her inspiration a reality was a temptation we couldn't resist. Among the very many things that we came across, we found a very cool C & B restraint with a D-ring that was just what my Goddess was looking for. And while it wasn't in the plans, little further browsing led to a 30" plexiglass/hard plastic violet cane also catching her eye.
The walk ended when she had me climb back onto the bed, and attached the short leash to the top of the headboard of the bed... a new position for us. I was kneeling on the bed facing the wall, and the shortness of the leash attached to my genitals did not allow me to do much else, such as sitting back or going on all fours. While realizing my vulnerability in this new position, my Goddess came up behind me and placed a blindfold over my eyes, multiplying many-fold my sense of vulnerability. A slight gasp escaped me, and as subspace further came over me, she quickly tied my hands in front of me to the top of the headboard. I had very little room to move...
While we often rush back home to try out our new finds, I had no thoughts of any immediate play while we were driving home until my Goddess told me she was in the mood for a nap with her best devilish smile. Remembering yesterday's pre-nap activities, I suddendly started feeling both a rush of adrenaline, and that feeling of my heart melting when my Goddess expresses her need for dominating me.
Once we got home, it didn't take very long before my Goddess had me in the C & B restraint, and attached a short leash to it. After also placing and locking my traditional collar around my neck, she pulled on the leash attached to the C & B restraint, and led me around the bedroom in a flagrant and oh-so dominant manner. Proud, satisfied, with a wicked smile reflecting her power over me, my Goddess was having entirely too much fun at that moment...
Predictably, my Goddess could not help herself from reaching for the new cane right away. She was evidently gentle with it at first, but its heft and its focused contact area were most definitely felt. After a few strokes on each side of my backside, she switched to other tools, but to be perfectly honest, I couldn't tell which ones with certainty. In a vulnerable and not very comfortable position, hands and genitals bound, and without sight, her first round with the cane already made me break into a light sweat, a tell-tale sign that limits were on the horizon... I was already deep into subspace, and she had barely started...
I think that the crop was next, and I'm pretty sure I remember the hard paddle, but I can't say how much of each. It did not take my Goddess much time to increase the intensity, and the strokes were coming down heavy. I felt the tug of the leash on every stroke from whatever movement I made in reaction. Mixed into the subspace, the physical sensations, and the overwhelming sense of surrender were the vibes I could feel coming from my Goddess that I can only describe as the joy and satisfaction of her dominance. The most intoxicating feeling in the world is the one I get when I feel her enjoying herself through me.
There was a brief pause, and as I was barely gathering my thoughts again, my Goddess lit a cigarette and tossed the lighter onto one of the bedside tables. Whether one would call it a gesture of superiority, defiance, empowerment, or total control, I could feel her dominance just in the noise that the lighter made hitting the table. She came back over to my side of the bed, blew a drag of smoke toward me, and resumed with the violet cane. Single harder strokes on one side and then the other, mutiple short strokes aiming for the same spot, going back to harder single strokes alternating sides, my Goddess kept at it until my backside had colors that satisfied her and showed memorable marks, and my reactions made her happy.
On my side, my limits were getting closer and closer. I broke into yet another light sweat. My movements were getting a little more accentuated, despite my best efforts. And yet, I didn't want to give up. I wanted to give her everything I had, everything I could, everything I was. Instead of trying to relax to deal with the pain my Goddess was inflicting upon me, I focused on relaxing to get into the waves of pain, to ride them, to enjoy them. I think this allowed me to go a little further than I had in the past. But the moment of the end came, without me being able to control it, when the last impact made my body jerk a little extra, and I toppled from my kneeling position, twisting off to the side because of the bondage.
My Goddess had gotten what she wanted...
Sunday, September 27, 2009
- She wakes me up in the middle of the night with some NT and CBT because she needs me to provide her with sexual service...
- She enjoyed me kissing her feet so much a few mornings ago, something that I did only when the mood seemed right, that she told me that kissing her feet was now a required part of our morning ritual...
- She wakes me up in the middle of the night with some NT and CBT because... well, just because I'm there, and I'm her toy, and she feels like hurting me, and she wants to hear and feel my reactions...
- She finds an opportunity every single day to pull me in by the leash very close to her and telling me "mine!"...
- She decided that we couldn't have our weekend afternoon nap without me having some colors and and some marks on my bottom, so she warmed me up with a variety of paddles, and then used the cane until she was happy with her artwork...
- She very rarely misses an opportunity to remind me of her control over me with some impromptu NT, regardless of where we are or what we are doing...
- She always makes me feel that she enjoys the placing and locking of the leather collar on me each day, and me wearing the collar until the next time we leave our house, at least as much as I do...
- And I just melt when, after she's locked the collar and I start pulling away slowly, she reaches over quickly to grab a hold of one of the D-rings, and she pulls me back in for a kiss... or two... or a dozen...
- When she corrects me with playful dominant indignity that she's always right...
- Anytime she pulls on my hair... just because...
When I'm missing her, "...I simply remember my favorite things..."
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Friday, September 25, 2009
My pet has written many beautiful things about me in recent entries and our readers’ comments have been very gracious and complimentary as well. I felt compelled to interject some modesty into these ongoing conversations.
But, these times do allow for a greater appreciation of our overall dynamics. I am so thankful to have my pet right by my side through all my bad days as well as my good. I am flattered that he still finds inspiration in our activities when they have been very few and far between lately.
I felt safe when, during my illness, he tucked me into bed, brought me things I wanted in the middle of the night, got me coffee in the wee small hours of the morning when I couldn’t sleep anymore, and the list goes on and on. He is truly on call for me no matter what.
So down time can be good for a D/s relationship. You discover you are truly happy just being physically together, glancing at one another out of the corner of your eye, and holding hands as you drift off to sleep. This is when you realize how real and genuine the relationship truly is. We may not be rock stars in a 3-hour scene every night, but little events…little gestures…little thoughts and appreciations…all these things keep healthy relationships such as ours charged and ready go.
He is there because I am his Goddess and he is my pet. He is there because we are in love and know that at any moment just around the corner a new adventure could begin. It is an awesome way to live your life. I am not that type of Domme that feels that my sub should kiss my feet because I allow him in my life (though it is pretty hot when he does). I am the type of Domme that recognizes that same fortune in finding him and appreciate every bit of submission he offers and every bit of love he expresses. What we have is real, genuinely hot, and deeper than any relationship I have ever experienced in my life. My fantasies truly only consist of him. I dream of no one else. He will always be mine. I can’t be without him and luckily I suspect he feels exactly the same way.
Anyway, I wanted to take just a moment to say how much I appreciate my dymion and all he does for me, but I also wanted to send much warm gratitude for all those who read and comment on our blog. It is a great feeling to share with others and also to read your thoughts and feelings. We are an elite group of people who have discovered a magical lifestyle and I think we should all feel fortunate to be on this journey with our partners.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
"So, please stand by... He will be ordered to share a full report with our readers on Tuesday morning. Wish me luck... or better yet, wish HIM luck. It will be one long, adventurous ride."
-- My Goddess' last post before the weekend.
I will take it, in view of the fact that I completed only yesterday my last post on the start of the weekend, that my Goddess has generously given me a little more time to come up with my weekend report. So before I disappoint her any further, here is a quick rundown of the activities of the weekend, not counting our usual rituals and the 24/7 dynamics of our D/s relationship.
- Spanking: crop, flexible paddle, hard paddle, cane.
- Strap-on and anal play.
- Oral service.
- Breath play.
- Sexual servitude.
- CBT... lots of it.
- NT... even more of it.
- Foot worship.
- BDSM munch.
- Private play party.
- Release for me... twice.
- Many, many, many orgasms for her.
- Spent every single second together, or in the immediate vicinity.
My Goddess simply makes me feel like the luckiest man (submissive?) in the world. And I love her beyond description for that, and for so many other reasons...
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
A few moments of reprieve followed. By the time I began to gather my thoughts in reality, I heard my Goddess making some familiar preparations. She took a short break to smoke by herself next to me as I laid on my front on the bed, still attached by my collar and the chain to the headboard. Missing the sight of my beautiful Goddess indulging in smoking without me being able to see her, without being able to enjoy the mannerism that make it such a strong fetish element for me. was torture in itself.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
This is my tentative menu:
Most importantly, we will be spending EVERY WAKING MINUTE together. We are inseparable, my pet and I. I need him there to cater to me, play with me, and above all else, love me in any way I see fit.
So, please stand by...He will be ordered to share a full report with our readers on Tuesday morning. Wish me luck...or better yet, wish HIM luck. It will be one long, adventurous ride.
"BDSM rituals often include the actions that induce altered states of consciousness and ecstasy, which is a "complex emotion containing elements of joy, terror, triumph, surrender and empathy."
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
I just wanted to kiss him goodnight. That was truly my innocent intent. I look over into his eyes, he smiles, and I rise to my knees to tower over him as we lay in our bed. As I come toward him and feel his warm breath on my neck, I look forward to the taste and warmth of his mouth. We kiss. Soft at first around the edges of his lips with a playful lick of the tongue on his front teeth. He bites a bit....I like that. Then it escalates. Our tongues intertwine and I hear soft sounds coming from my lungs as I breath in and out faster and faster. I never want it to end so I move in closer. His hands fall gently around my waist, while MY hands find their way to his neck to tug on his collar. He is SO mine. I pull him on top of me and we continue with long strokes of the tongue...deeper then shallow then deeper again. While his hands wander to my chest with soft caresses, mine wander to the same vicinity of his body with far more ferocity as I engage in some NT. I always mean to start more gently, but for some reason my fingers choose to be harsher than my head. He begins to make the sounds I love which makes me increase intensity faster and harder until I realize he his hitting his limits. Now I lower my hands anticipating the hardness I know I will feel down below. Again, I can't help but start CBT play with my nails until he squirms and moans for mercy. He puts his hands in mine, squeezes tightly and we are off on another journey of discovery...of pleasure...and of love. All this from just a single kiss.