"... 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

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Moment of the day: Etchings of desires (E)

Image courtesy of Cream & Sugar via Disenchanted Lullabies

It's very early in the morning, still dark outside. I've barely been awake for 60, maybe 90 seconds. I walk into the bathroom to start getting ready for the work day. I turn on the light over the mirror. As I wait for my eyes to adapt to the intensity of the light before opening them, I reach over with one hand to the area on the opposite arm just above the wrist. I feel ridges. Five of them. Rope marks... still etching my flesh from having my wrists bound over night. I slowly open my eyes as they are ready for the light. I now see the marks on the arm I am running my fingers over, and on the other arm reaching over. The rope marks are beautiful. I get that familiar feeling of warm-desperate-submissive-clingy-adoration for my Goddess inside me. For just a little while longer I will be able to see and feel the desire and will of my Goddess to make me hers... to keep me as her toy... to control her boy... to dominate her boy...

My Goddess bound my wrists the previous evening, as we sat down to watch television together. She loves using me as furniture as we watch TV, and she particularly enjoys doing that while there is an element of bondage present. In this case, I sat at the corner of the sofa after she bound my wrists together. She sat close against me, reclining on me, and my bound hands over and around her put me in a forced hugging-her-from-behind position for the duration of the time we remained in the living room.

We both so enjoy these moments of closeness, even more so because of the D/s elements added to them.

After a few hours, before we went to bed, my Goddess tightened the column tie for the night, making sure it was tight enough to be secure and inescapable, but not so tight it would cut circulation.

While we slept, I could feel her occasionally grabbing hold of the binding, pulling it close to her, simultaneously symbolically stating "Mine!", and reminding me I was under her control and that I couldn't go anywhere without her letting me go. And that's a feeling that I keep with me all the time...

Image courtesy of Slaves of the Goddess


  1. Leave it to you, Dymion, to write so rhapsodically about rope marks - "etchings" - as you call them. I love doing rope work on my husband. There's something atavistic about the process of tying an intricate knot - so much more personal than the admittedly enjoyable click of a lock.

    Your appreciation of rope work is impressive. Such a good little slave you are!

    P.S. That top photo looks to be of a woman's tied wrists. Shame on you!

  2. Dear Lady Grey,

    Thank you for the kind words in the main body of your comment. I'm glad you enjoyed and appreciated the post and the writing. And while my Goddess doesn't have much patience for intricate bondage, there a primitive beauty about rope that she does enjoy that makes up for the fact that it is a bit more trouble. For my part, I enjoy pretty much anything she's in the mood for, and enjoy each experience for what it is, and for the distinctive emotions and sensations that it brings.

    And I always try to be a good little slave... ;)

    I am sorry to have disappointed you with the picture. I gave it a fair amount of thought... the firmness of the bondage expressed by one hand, the surrender expressed by the other hand, and the many turns of the rope that will inevitably result in similar markings as the ones I sported, all created a mood that what much closer to my state of mind and what I felt than anything I could find with a male as a victim. It was never meant to deceive, but rather, it was the case of artistic liberty brought about by a needed creative compromise.

    I know it would have been more accurate, and more appropriate to have male hands (and even better if they had been mine, no?), but the spirit of the moment was better captured by this picture.

    Always a pleasure to have you drop by to compliment, comment, and challenge our posts.

    All the best to you and Karl


  3. You didn't disappoint me - I was just teasing you. It is a very appropriate image despite the gender of the sub involved.