tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40555270518295696142024-03-07T23:57:07.926-08:00Domination, Submission, and Love in Life & DreamsSelena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.comBlogger291125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-48155956596032439652014-12-06T14:03:00.001-08:002014-12-06T14:14:57.147-08:00The Goddess wants to play - Part 2 (E)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ah, yes… The hogtie. Arms behind my back, restrained by metal handcuffs. Ankles bound together by several loops of rope. Feet near my backside, legs bound there by a short length of rope anchored to the chain of the handcuffs. I feel the metal of the cuffs digging sharply into my wrists. The pressure of the rope around my ankles is also noticeable, but much more forgiving. I feel the tension of the bondage in my legs, my back, and my arms, and yet, my body and mind let go and relax. I give in to the hogtie, and surrender to my Goddess, who is towering over me, enjoying immensely my helplessness as she plays bondage artist.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The hogtie is one of my favorite bondage positions, despite not being all that comfortable. Somehow, the dichotomy of the tension of the position itself and the deeper state of subspace it carries me into, forcing me into surrender and letting go of all, work together in intensifying the emotions and reactions of the power exchange between us. One of those things that definitely, as Paltego from <a href="http://www.femdom-resource.com/">Femdom Resources</a> would say, pushes my buttons.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She leaves me for a minute. In the depths of subspace, I have flashbacks of other moments left alone hogtied. Our first apartment… hogtied and isolated in our bondage closet while she enjoyed a favorite TV show. Our last house, hogtied on the bed while she takes a shower and gets ready to go out.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I drift back from my reverie when I feel Goddess Selena’s weight next to me on the bed. A sharp edge comes across in a short curve near the top of my shoulder blade. Between the sharp etchings and the focused vibes I get from my Goddess, I make out through the veil of subspace that she is drawing expressions of ownership and love with Sharpie markers on my back. Markings are always swoon-inducing for days afterwards…</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goddess Selena leaves me again for a few instants, and returns with her iPhone. She takes a few pictures of the markings and teases me about them. She puts the phone down on the night table, and releases the tie between the handcuffs and the rope keeping my ankles bound. She rolls me over on my back and arms, and helps me move up into a 45-degree sitting position against the headboard, with a few pillows behind me.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I’m out of the hogtie, but with my wrists and ankles still bound, and the blindfold still on, I can tell she’s not quite done. I hear a what seems to be a plastic bag with some soft-sounding items in it drop next to me. I feel Goddess Selena pinch some skin underneath my penis, and then, some light pressure that doesn’t dissipate despite the fact that she is no longer touching me. Then I feel her pinch a spot on my scrotum, and she lets go of it, leaving once more a light pressure point that remains. She comes back to the penis, and places a third clothespin. And back to the scrotum, for a fourth clothespin. She continues, alternating between the two areas, finding new spots to place a mix of wooden and plastic clothespin, each one more sensitive than the last. I think I can tell the difference between the clothespins, as I vaguely remember the wooden ones being a little stronger but creating more of a dull pain, while the plastic ones are a little sharper, if not quite as strong. Each a source of pain in their own way.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The clothespin scene gets even a little more intense on its own, as I slowly get an erection. The skin of my penis and the upper part of my scrotum get more taunt, making the feeling of the clothespins ever-sharper. Several minutes later, including I don’t know, maybe 12 or 15 or 18 clothespins, Goddess Selena is slapping at some of them, and tugging at others. I arch my back as waves of warmth and pain are radiating from my groin area. Then a singular jolt of pain runs through my entire body as my Goddess removes one of the clothespins and the blood flows back to the skin that had been constricted. And then she removes another to the same effect. I strain against the bondage and I can feel her dominance envelop me as she sadistically proceeds to remove each of the clothespins and enjoys my reactions to her play.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After the last one, I fall back limp against the bed as after-waves of pain still resonate from my groin. For good measure, Goddess Selena grabs my penis and scrotum in her hands and pulls then in different directions, and her hands feel cold against the pain and the warmth of the blood still rushing back to the deprived spots.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She runs her nails along my thighs, and unexpectedly, gives me a deep, passionate, erotically dominant, I-fucking-own-you kiss on the lips. After a surprised pause, I desperately try to answer back with my lips but she is already gone.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After a whole afternoon of hinting at her desire for some play, it was not a surprise later that evening when Goddess Selena sent me to lie down in our bed and wait for her. It wasn’t long before she sat on my chest to pin me down, buckled a blindfold to take away my sight, locked handcuffs around my wrists, and fastened the chain of the handcuffs to the headboard of the bed. Restrained and vulnerable… that’s how she wanted me. I immediately felt her dominant glee and satisfaction come over me as the tension of the power exchange rose steadily.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Drifting further into subspace, I barely noticed when Goddess Selena reached over, and released the tie between the handcuffs and the headboard. As she moved off my hips, she ordered me to get on my hands and knees on the bed. She began with a flurry of little taps from the rattan cane. As soon as she told me to keep count aloud however, the strokes came in much harder and stingier. I had barely reached ten when she switched to the much heavier purple lexan cane. I had difficulty staying in place for the next ten as Goddess Selena didn’t let up despite the more severe striking implement. Despite her evident radiant enjoyment of the caning and my reactions to her ministrations, she decided then that it was time to switch things up again.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We’ve been a social media hiatus, as you have likely noticed. Please accept our apologies if you’ve left comments or reached out to us. I’ll try to catch up over the next few weeks. I’ll also try to clean-up the links.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A big thanks to <a href="http://www.domme-chronicles.com/">Ferns</a> for the warm feeling she gave Goddess Selena and me recently. In a short exchange of tweets a few days ago, she mentioned that we had been “super quiet all over the place.” We’re sad that it has been indeed the case. But it’s feels nice that someone noticed.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goddess Selena had left the handcuffs on overnight, and while she was still sleeping, I wrote most of this post, and began my morning activities, with my wrists still bound. I was quickly reminded how awkward typing is in handcuffs, and how dangerous simple activities like pouring cereal, and having breakfast, become. And yet, it brought back some of the D/s tension from the evening before, if only by proxy.</span>Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-67067282917204692302014-02-16T09:49:00.004-08:002014-02-16T10:04:53.096-08:00Longevity in D/s relationships - Cross-post (E)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Hidden away from the world in the little bubble of D/s bliss Goddess Selena and I live in, my mind drifting, catching up on domestic duties while collared, leashed, and partially bound, with some occasional rituals serving Goddess Selena as the only interruptions, my thoughts kept gravitating around the concept of the growth and maturing of relationships that are heavily flavored by the D/s lifestyle and BDSM power exchange.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">BDSM and D/s literature and social media are overwhelmingly focused on definitions and categories, meeting like-minded kinksters, transforming present relationships into kinky ones, how-tos, finding solidarity in fetishes, and sharing kinky playtime. And all of those are cool… Been there, done that… A lot.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">But there is not that much written, or discussed, on the long-term growth and maturation of D/s or BDSM lifestyle relationships. And I wondered why. One would think the challenges of the lifestyle in terms of added layers of interests (matching or not), communications, and the needs of relational dynamics that tend to be particularly demanding, would present much to explore, discuss and share.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">I shared these thoughts with one of bloggers, and kindred spirit, I respect the most, <a href="http://hermajestysplaything.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">hmp</a>, and we conspired to respectively produce posts that would discuss this issue. After a few exchanges, hmp was first off the blogging starting line back on Thursday, and I took advantage of his insightful reflections to write this present post, undoubtedly the longest ever on this blog. So go to the bathroom, get a drink, and have a seat. This will take a while. <a href="http://hermajestysplaything.blogspot.com/2014/02/longevity-in-ds-relationships.html" target="_blank">hmp’s original post can be found here</a>, and the parts that I copied (all but the Valentine’s Day wish to all at the end) appear below in bold and italics. And keep in mind that both voices belong to submissive males...</span></div>
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Every person and every relationship is unique. D/s relationships are by definition more complicated than vanilla relationships. What has worked for Her Majesty and I over the past 27 years would not work for everyone.</b></span></i><i><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">Economic and financial issues… Geographic relocation… Changes in employment… Significant health issues… Major stress at work… Family issues… Life happens! Sometimes things aren’t perfect because of external factors that are way outside our abilities to control or influence them. It’s acceptable that the “normal” flow of things may be interrupted. Communications will play an especially important role at this point. And keeping the D/s pilot light on through minor rituals and random acts of submissiveness will go a long way toward being able to bring the heat back up when the time is right.</span><i><span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;"><br />
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<span style="background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Change is inevitable. Growth is intentional.” (~ Glenda Cloud) A strong sense of curiosity, a willingness (or need) to learn, and a thirst for exploring new things and experiences are all part of how we grow. The momentum of the new discoveries and new experiences must be allowed to overcome the inertia of routine and comfort. And above all, awareness of the natural process of change overtime, in all facets of our lives, allows us to become active participants in that process.<i><br />
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9) Many subs lack a dominant woman in their lives to serve and play with who loves them for who they are. If you are one of the fortunate few never forget to count your blessings and show your lady how much she means to you both in word and in deed. A little gratitude goes a long way.</b></i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm not a huge fan of Fetlife. Several years ago I eventually became a little tired, perhaps even irritated, with it. Too many discussions focusing on definitions again and again. Too many threads started with an agenda of provocation. Too many posts that read like fake and/or bad wank fodder. But I occasionally return to see what's going, even if it may be several months between visits. Despite my complaints, it is certainly unparalleled in scale as a BDSM social network and resource.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday morning, on one of these occasional visits, a post in one of the well moderated discussion groups I tend to favor, <b>Submissive men and women who love them</b>, struck my fancy. The OP asked: "Tell me what you love the most about being a dominant woman's sub?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I smiled and began giving a bit of thought to the question. And then I reflected on what I love the most about Goddess Selena's submissive today in contrast to what I loved in our earlier days, the evolution of our relationship, and how our relational dynamics and our activities have evolved over time. Because so much has happened over the time we've been together, impacting so many facets of our lives. The nation’s economic downturn. Geographic relocation. Changes in employment. The significant time demands of our jobs. Significant health issues.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I decided that I loved the stability and centering that our D/s relationship has given us. While the frequency and duration of our formal playtime and BDSM games have always been susceptible to the overall time we have together and the energy we have at those moments, I feel that the spirit of the commitment we made to each other at the time of Goddess Selena collaring me has never wavered. I</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">n part because of our caring and love for each other both through our respective D/s roles, and regardless of those roles. And i</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">n part because of the daily rituals, and their related activities, we have come to cherish so much. To quote one of my favorite </span><a href="http://www.domme-chronicles.com/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ferns</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> expressions, these rituals and activities have been continually "close-making."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So this post gave me a warm feeling over the course of a few minutes of introspection. And it reminded me of the Glenda Cloud quote “Change is inevitable. Growth is intentional.” </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And as to the original Fetlife post, with much satisfaction I replied:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What I love the most about being Goddess Selena's submissive? I can't really bring myself to give just one thing. It wouldn't do justice to what makes me so happy about being her submissive. With that disclaimer out of the way...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1- Being the focus of attention of a beautiful, sexy, smart, and dominant woman.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2- Making the life of someone I love and serve better.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3- Belonging to her... the warm feeling of being her boy, pet, play toy.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4- The nature of the daily banter between a witty dominant woman and her submissive.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5- The daily rituals we have that reinforce our D/s relational dynamics.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6- Being the object of her dominant and sexual desires.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7- Being with someone who appreciates, respects, and loves me as I am and for whom I am.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8- The rush of the tension and dynamics of a relationship where power exchange plays a big part.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">9- Knowing that she finds her own enjoyment in the physical, mental, and emotional sensations she gives me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I wake up this morning in a delightful subspacey daze. I spent the night serving as sleeping furniture for Goddess Selena, after our first “together” day in a while. What is a “together” day for us? No work, no obligations, “Coffee & Clamps!” in the morning, time at home where Goddess Selena keeps me collared and leashed and often at her feet when I’ll not on domestic duties, a late lunch date followed by some whimsical shopping and a movie, generally me doing things for her, and in between talking and laughing about everything in the world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My subspacey awakening is intensified by the erotically D/s sensations and symbolism of the heavy leather collar locked around my neck, and the prospect of another, if different, “together” day. In those few seconds or minutes it takes to transition into consciousness and alertness, my emotional make-up of the moment brings about a torrent of flashbacks to the last time Goddess Selena let the phoenix of her dominance rise and consume both of us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After locking leather wrist and ankle cuffs on me, Goddess Selena strapped a blindfold around my head and ordered me on all fours on the bed. She quickly followed up with a long and increasingly stern caning that, about halfway through, had me break into a very light sweat, the unmistakable sign that I had crossed from the real world into subspace. I plunged further into the depths of subspace as she continued with another 30, perhaps 40 strokes from the two canes she was switching between every few dozen strokes. Satisfied with where she had taken me, Goddess Selena admired the colors and patterns of the marks she had etched on me, and ran her hands over my back to feel my quick, shallow breathing, the warmth and humidity of my skin, and the deep quiet moans coming from inside me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Enjoying what she saw and felt, Goddess Selena wasted no time making changes to my bondage, and before I fully noticed the transition, I was restrained spread-eagle on our bed. Still blindfolded, her verbal teasing and humiliation made me focus on her voice as if I was looking at the sun from deep in a mine shaft. My attention shifted from the song of her dominant siren voice to the intoxicating aroma I rapidly recognized when she placed the panties she had been wearing that day over my nose. I took deep breaths, indulging in the powerful and sweet smell of Goddess Selena’s essence. I drifted ever deeper into subspace as Goddess Selena’s voice, her smell, and the sensations she felt like subjecting me to overwhelmed me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Images from the rest of our intimate D/s play time flash randomly, without order or sequence. Her nails digging into my nipples. Her lips touching mine so that she can exhale the drag she took from her cigarette. Her nails dragging and catching along the shaft of my semi-erect penis and the soft skin of my scrotum. Her orders to open my mouth when she needs to ash her cigarette. The tip of her lit cigarette brushing against my nipples. Her sitting on my hips, torturing my nipples, and riding my arched body until she reached orgasm. My back curving up as I react to the various exquisite sensations of pains she creates. My wrists and ankles straining against the locked leather cuffs and straps keeping me bound to the bed. The day-old panties still mostly over my nose. The images go back-and-forth as my emotional memories try to keep up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am back into the now. Now this morning. Locked heavy leather collar. Leash. Coffee and nipple clamps. Holding an ashtray while at her feet. Lots of affection and kisses. Catching up on house duties. Preparing for the week ahead.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Moments of our lives that slow down time as the memories bubble back to the surface of conscious thought…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Not structurally, of course… Stainless steel is pretty sturdy against human flesh. But the black coating finish on my Phantom Eternity Collar (seen above), started chipping against the daily impact of locks, rings, and leashes. While neither one us could be disappointed since we had put the metal collar through a lot in well over two years, the increasingly numerous aesthetic flaws eventually got Goddess Selena in the mood for a new Eternity Collar, and she wanted to get me one that might grow old a little more gracefully. So back to the <a href="http://www.eternitycollars.com/">Eternity Collars</a> site we went, and she chose a collar from their <a href="http://www.eternitycollars.com/products/eternity-vivid-collar.html">Vivid</a> line. Beyond the frosted metallic effect, which is very cool, this collar looked like it could take some slight dings over time and not show them so readily.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goddess Selena seems quite pleased with the purchase, and the change of scenery. And now with the new Eternity Collar and the old one, I guess this would give her the option, when she feels especially controlling, to temporarily lock on the older one too on certain outings when a locking leather collar might not be appropriate. I'm sure she would enjoy the control of knowing the heavier and more restrictive feel around my neck, and that she would get excited hearing the occasional ringing sounds of the two steel collars moving against each other. She so loves hearing metal pieces cling together when I’m in bondage...<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Speaking of wear… when used every day, even the best leather collars will start to show their age in time. We have found out that with daily use in the evening and overnight, and nearly around the clock on weekends and on days off, a great quality leather collar will last nearly two years before stretch or texture or material or skin issues come up. So it was time for a new locking leather collar too. We came across an absolutely splendid collar on an eBay store called </span><a href="http://stores.ebay.com/Goth-Fashions" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Goth Fashions</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, and it had all the elements that Goddess Selena likes to see in my collars. It has three layers of leather, including a finished inner layer, three large D-rings, and of course, it locks.</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> This is by far the heaviest collar I have ever worn on a regular basis, and at 2.5", also the widest. And it has been an absolute D/s thrill. Where most of my previous collars were subtle reminders of my submission to Goddess Selena (unless she was tugging on them or an attached leash), this collar is a blunt and powerful presence reflecting my D/s commitment to Goddess Selena. It is heftily and dominantly there every minute of that it's locked on me, a very tangible physical extension of Goddess Selena’s control. I feel it all the time, and that is totally intoxicating, in a D/s kind of way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">It has
been a very long time since the last post.
No, no… don’t be concerned. Life
sometimes gets in the way of blogging.
My apologies for the absence. I
will try my best to catch-up over the next week or so as I’ve had an irresistible
urge in the past few weeks to return to the blog to share thoughts and highlights
of our humble and kinky lives. And I
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Several
weeks ago, after a 6-day absence from home, Goddess Selena returned with an
intense need to express her dominance. She had been home for barely a few hours
before I was bound, blindfolded, on all-fours on our bed, and she was standing
next to me with her two favorite canes, a traditional thin switch and a hard
lexan purple cane. She teased me, hurt
me, and then totally owned me with what must have been 50 or 60 strokes. I felt the tell-tale signs of deep subspace
mid-way through as I relaxed against the bondage, and the skin on my back broke
into a light sweat of surrender.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">While
my backside was still hot and tingly, and my mind engulfed in her power, Goddess
Selena had me lie down on the bed and marked me as “Selena’s Bitch 4ever” with
a Sharpie pen. I could feel her beaming
in dominant satisfaction through every inch of my body.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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followed up by taking out our largest insert able, and assaulted me anally in
an irresistibly erotic and dominant way.
I was awash in wave after deeper wave of subspace, and at each higher
level of sensations and surrender she brought me to a moment of nexus where I
didn’t know if I could handle any more yet I didn’t want her to stop. Goddess
Selena took her time to slowly run through virtually all of the vibrator’s
settings before she felt the need to move on.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Without
pause, Goddess Selena proceeded to remove just enough ties to allow us to make
love with an intensity, if not a savagery, that I had not felt in a long time. From the violence of our thrusting against
each other to the intense nipple torture she loves to submit me to during our
lovemaking, it was absolutely overwhelming on all levels. Several minutes after we had ended, my mind
was still moving and dizzy, like the sensation one gets stopping suddenly after
turning around and around and around.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The little things in a relationship really do matter. There's a quote that goes something like "It's not what you say, it's not even what you do, it's how you make people feel that matters." And that's just so true in the relationship Goddess Selena and I share.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The feeling of warmth, affection, love, caring, positive co-dependence, loyalty, trust, and D/s permeates every aspect of our relationship, and every thought that I have involving my beloved Goddess. The nature of this blog being what it is, I won't bore you all with mushy stuff, but I thought I would take a few minutes to share a few of the little things (D/s oriented) that in their own way represent and define our dynamics.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I am presently away on a 4-day 3-night road trip. Like usual, Goddess Selena expects updates of what I'm doing and where I am at all times. She can also check on my location, providing her an idea of what I'm likely to be doing, through the tracking service that locks on to the position of my smart phone. It makes me feel special that she cares that much about what I'm up to, and that she wants to stay in touch throughout the day. Of course, the D/s control and ownership thing is really hot too. Done within a loving and trusting relationship, it makes me feel warm, wanted, cared for, and loved. And submissive and owned.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The latter is reinforced by the fact that my Goddess still expects me to wear a collar, in addition to my permanent Eternity Collar, at all times I'm in my hotel room. As a reminder. And I must text or call her for permission to remove it if/when I need to leave the room. The asking for permission and the granting of the permission at a distance of several hundred miles is a wonderfully powerful exercise of her dominance over me, and a demonstration of my submission to her. Our relationship is always switched on, even when far away from each other, and our D/s dynamics are always in play.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our lives are full of rituals that are made up of little things. "Coffee and Clamps!" on mornings when neither one of us works, or will be going into work later. I'll be sitting at her feet regularly throughout the day (and at all times she smokes... I'm required to hold her ashtray from that position) when we stay at home. I'll be in bondage close to her, and often serve as furniture, when we have quiet time watching television for a stretch. I'll be in a submissive and controlled position when we go to bed, with or without bondage. I'll present myself for her to place and lock a leather collar around my neck any time I return home, and submissively ask her to remove it before I leave. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The expectations of my domestic duties. The kissing her feet daily. The caning/paddling/flogging I receive after we play competitive board games, one of our favorite hobbies; even when I win, she has a reason to have a go at my backside, and if I lose, well, she'll definitely be having fun. The painting of her toe nails on the weekends. The dynamics of our decision-making... she wants to know what I think and what I suggest we do, but the final decision is always hers alone to make.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And then there's the wonderfully random stuff. Goddess Selena smoking provocatively when we're on our traditional Skype call each night I'm on a road trip. Teasing dominant texts out-of-the-blue. Nipple torture... all of a sudden... just because. Ink or Sharpie markings of D/s and/or love on my back when the mood strikes her.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Don't get me wrong... The big "official" scenes are fantastic. Protracted scenes with any combination of caning, paddling, flogging, hot wax, clothespins, strap-on play, heavy nipple torture, sharp objects, significant bondage and restraint, breath play, sexual servitude, and more, always take me into a state of deep subspace that I yearn to return to time and time again. Unless I'm still physically sore from the previous scene, I can never get enough of them. I think about these scenes often. Maybe even too much.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But it's the continual warmth and glow of the little things that stays with me at all times, literally every moment of the day and night. They are the constant reminder of the beauty of our relationship, of the continual psychic touch of the other, of the strong yet flexible ties that bind us, and of the feelings that really matter.</span><br />
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<br />Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-88121329221955820062013-01-26T11:13:00.001-08:002013-01-26T11:14:57.492-08:00Power exchange and control: Leashed overnight (E)<br />
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beloved "Coffee & Clamps!" morning ritual, a full day of leash
play, painting my Goddess’ toe nails (a dark, sparkly purple), much foot
kissing, lots of time spent at her feet (with or without holding an ashtray for
her), and preparing her meals and getting her beverages and other assorted
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small wave off subspace wash over me as she looked into my eyes with a sense of
power and satisfaction. I always get that thrilling wave of subspace come over
me whenever my Goddess expresses her dominance overtly, however big or small
the gesture or the action. It may be a simple of a snap of her fingers and her
pointing to her feet, indicating that she wants to smoke and I have to assume a
position holding the ashtray while at her feet, or sending me out of the house
for errands ignoring the fact that my locked leather collar is still on. In
this particular instance, leaving my leash locked to my locked leather collar
overnight, the power exchange elements were symbolically ownership and control,
and the physical manifestations would be that she would know exactly where I
was going to be overnight and in the morning until she woke up. I was not going
to venture out of the house at any time, I was going to be relatively nearby at
all times (this leash is a 50’ x 1/8” steel cable), and she was going to reel
me in to her to tell me that she was up and ready for “Coffee & Clamps!” in
the morning.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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drifted into sleep, laying on my front and positioned diagonally across the bed
so that Goddess Selena could put up one leg over my legs and her other leg over
my lower back, her favorite sleeping position and a very controlling one at
that, I had mental flashbacks to two great articles or posts I had read
recently. The first thing that popped into my head as I closed my eyes and the
subspace subsided, was just a fragment: “…men are fetishists, and women are
into power exchange.” This quote comes from a splendidly thoughtful article </span><a href="http://seriousmalebondagejournal.com/Article-WhyDoMenCraveBondage/index.php" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">Why Do Men Crave Bondage?</a><span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"> written by Dalton Ott. Of course, the quote I extracted does not do justice to
the piece, and it is not even the central focus of the piece. But it definitely
captured some essence of the moment, and indeed the whole preceding day.</span></div>
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side note, I am quite sure I will address and comment on Mr. Ott’s powerful
article in a post in the future. In the meantime, if you take a look at it, be
forewarned that the stunningly beautiful photographs of extreme bondage will
not be to everyone’s taste, and may be too much for some.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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other thought fragments that popped into my mind as I relaxed into the
helplessness of both the sleeping position and the limited range of movement I
would have in the morning (and likely through most of the next day) were from a
blog post by one of my favorite bloggers, Aarkey. In a recent post, <a href="http://aarkeybabble.blogspot.com/2013/01/identity-part-1-myers-briggs.html">Identity - Part 1 - Myers-Briggs</a>,
Aarkey commented that “I learned to find that powerless pretty hot too…” He
later continued: “A set of established rules, rituals, protocols - it helps
manage expectations, and for me, that makes life much clearer and easier.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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is still sleeping, I have that warm, subspacey feeling of my Goddess’ control
as the leash is limiting my movement options, and making the presence of my
locked leather collar even more evident than usual. I have visual and emotional
flashbacks of those little gestures and actions mentioned previously (and for
some reason, right now, of Goddess Selena grabbing my hair and pulling my head
back to press her lips against mine and shotgunning smoke into my mouth and
lungs). And I have the anticipation of another wonderful day of domination and
submission, but also a day full of love and caring, and humor, and wit, and just
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Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-25241117647569876462012-12-30T13:25:00.002-08:002012-12-30T14:23:18.211-08:00Power exchange and the impulse to hurt (E)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I have been rather quiet on the blog writing side. It has been so busy at work, and when not at work, I have been busy at home serving Goddess Selena in any manner I can. In addition, over time I have become quite the little perfectionist about my blog entries, so these require a fair amount of time to put together. Hence, I do not always have the time, or the focus, to put these together when I get new things or perspectives to share. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">But despite the diminishing frequency of our posts, there is much in the background that goes undocumented, and there is much I am thankful for, in my life with Goddess Selena. As our relationship continues to grow and mature, so has my appreciation for our power exchange dynamics. The symbolism of the Eternity Collar I have worn for her 24/7 for the past two years. The daily wearing of a second collar that she ritually places and locks around my neck, which leaves there at all possible times. Our daily rituals and what I do to take care of her (preparing food, fetching drinks, domestic duties, sitting on the floor at her feet holding her ashtray, coffee & clamps, running errands, drawing her baths, painting her toe nails, etc…)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">All these little things bring me so much pleasure because they seem to bring her pleasure. As her submissive partner, and a “pleaser” by nature, it brings me much joy to serve her and make her life easier when and where I can. Her expectations of such things, and her expectation of such behavior on my part, feed and reinforce the power exchange dynamics of our relationship, in addition to giving me an addictive submissive high.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">On a side note, having been an observer of the scene for nearly three decades, I think that being a pleaser is a characteristic of those, males or females, who feel and live their submission deeply. Without getting bogged down in what constitutes “real” submissives or slaves in the lifestyle, I do believe that those who are pleasers by nature tend to do better as bottoms/submissives/slaves than those who are not, regardless of trigger fetishes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Our wonderful flow of power exchange dynamics is really composed attitudes and expectations on the one hand, and activities and rituals on the other. Goddess Selena’s expectations of how we act, and interact with each other, as well as her expectations of what my appropriate behavior should be, are part of the attitude that I find so dominantly seductive. The attitudes and expectations that I bring to the power exchange dynamics are my submission and my subservience to her needs and desires. The actual rituals and activities that happen or follow on a daily basis are actually the fulfillment of the potential created by the power exchange dynamics between her dominance and my submission.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">And then, there are moments when the attitudes and the rituals and the activities all avalanche and collide with mood and time and opportunity, and I feel Goddess Selena taken over by an impulse to express her dominance in more straightforward manners. An impulse to put me, and leave me, in bondage. An impulse to mark me with temporary tattoos (until she is finally set on the design of some permanent ones.) An impulse to hurt me through caning, paddling, hot wax, CBT, nipple torture, and more. These impulses come onto her suddenly and powerfully, and she quickly overwhelms me in sensations and subspace. Even as those sensations and emotions freeze those intense moments in time, they add significantly to my desire to fuel my share of our power exchange dynamics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">I know the impulse to hurt, or to be hurt, can be found in BDSM play with random strangers or casual partners, in private or in public, or with professionals. Been there and done that, more times than I can remember. But I guess the point of this post is to express my immense appreciation and gratitude for the depth and richness of the lifestyle I share with my beloved Goddess Selena. Our lasting, continued, and continual power exchange dynamics, with all the little intricacies that go in creating and maintaining them, provide a huge and never-ending source of joy and happiness in my life. And I hope they do for Goddess Selena too.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-10287486779892819682012-12-01T21:25:00.000-08:002012-12-01T21:25:15.463-08:00Retiring a collar (E)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With much sadness, my Goddess and I retired the locking heavy rubber collar this past week. Purchased six months ago, it had seen fairly heavy use as one of two collars in rotation since that time. The “clanky” collar, as she called it, had become her choice about half the time as she loved the noise it made from the four large double-rings that rang against each other and against my permanently affixed Eternity Collar with any movement I made.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I rapidly became quite fond of it as well as the 2” width and its rigidity made it feel more severe than the leather collars. More severe meant that I definitely felt my Goddess’ dominance and control more explicitly and forcefully when she chose this collar over the others, and it created in me a deeper sense of submission and being owned.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The advantage of heavy rubber collars over leather ones is that they are very low maintenance and exceedingly easy to clean and keep fresh, important considerations for us as my Goddess keeps a collar locked on me roughly 10-12 hours a day on work days, and around the clock on non-work days. Exceptions to the latter are only afforded for outings in public and working out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Their disadvantages are that they can pick-up a bit of a smell if not cleaned on a regular basis, they wear out more readily, and they can/eventually break. Good quality leather collars will stretch out with wear, and they do require upkeep, but they will last for a very long time (years) with a bit of care.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We are certainly not disappointed with having purchased it earlier this year. And I would not be surprised to find another one in our lives in the future. For now, the locking purple leather collar will become the daily mainstay, with an older all-black locking leather collar serving as an occasional alternate, while my Goddess decides on our next collar purchase.</span><br />
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<br />Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-64771944241846389192012-10-21T21:49:00.003-07:002012-10-21T21:49:53.681-07:00Ain't no sunshine (E)<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sadly, Goddess Selena has been away for a few days. Hopefully she'll be able to return soon. I thought a little Bill Withers would be appropriate to express how much she is missed...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Bill Withers - Ain't no sunshine</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ain't no sunshine when she's gone </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's not warm when she's away. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ain't no sunshine when she's gone </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And she's always gone too long </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anytime she goes away. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wonder this time where she's gone </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wonder if she's gone to stay </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ain't no sunshine when she's gone </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And this house just ain't no home </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anytime she goes away. </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And I know, I know, I know, I know, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know, I know, </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hey, I oughta leave young thing alone </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But ain't no sunshine when she's gone </span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ain't no sunshine when she's gone </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Only darkness every day. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Ain't no sunshine when she's gone </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And this house just ain't no home </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anytime she goes away. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anytime she goes away. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anytime she goes away. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Anytime she goes away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-27169892962637858332012-10-14T14:56:00.000-07:002012-10-14T14:56:05.848-07:00"You don't make the rules..." (E)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During some playful banter last night, Goddess Selena responded to a teasing remark from me by snapping back, “You don’t make the rules in this house!”</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The mood that immediately ensued reminded me that I had wanted to find some time since last weekend for a post about how, in the days leading to then, my Goddess was on a noticeably more dominant streak. This translated into her being more teasing, more demanding, and expressing strict expectations of upcoming tasks. This time period also included an active return on Twitter, where she shared some of what was going on through her series of “It’s good 2B the Goddess…” tweets.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our physical interactions were more intense as well. Goddess Selena took particular joy in us having the opportunity to have “Coffee & Clamps!” on three mornings (in four days), leaving my nipples little time to recover in between each session. Over the weekend, she unabashedly jumped on me after binding my wrists to the headboard of the bed. Without regards to my already exceedingly sensitive and sore nipples, she proceeded to bite, scratch, pinch, and torture them with a savage sensuality that I had not felt radiate from her in quite some time. The flow of energy between her dominance and the combination of my excitement and deepening surrender went back-and-forth, and grew with each exchange. The more I moaned and squirmed, the more she wanted to hurt me. The crescendo grew more powerful and louder over several minutes, and she refused to ease off until I reached a massive climax.</span><br />
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</span> <span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Following long moments of closeness (while I’m trying to avoid any pressure against my chest) to wind down the incredible pitch of intensity from the previous few minutes, we fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was a deep, happy sleep that only comes from such moments of pushing ourselves physically, mentally, and emotionally.</span><br />
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</span> Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-63782400516072024882012-10-01T21:48:00.000-07:002012-10-01T21:48:31.165-07:00Rituals and symbolic gestures (E)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I always find it fascinating to observe, and reflect on, the evolution of rituals and symbolic gestures in D/s relationships. From actions that begin rather innocently and become daily or weekly protocols, to things are given a significant amount of forethought and implemented as definitive symbols of domination or submission, D/s rituals and symbolism have inevitably evolve over time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I look back with much pride and delight on what has come to be since Goddess Selena collared me several years back. The deepening of our relationship and interactions has been reflected in the D/s rituals, protocols, and habits we have developed. These actions, gestures, behaviors, and overall D/s dynamics have also helped keep us grounded through the vagaries of everyday life, in addition to providing us very enjoyable time with each other.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So here is a list that I would describe as a dozen of our most significant rituals and symbols of Goddess Selena’s dominance over me, and my submission to her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1- I wear an Eternity Collar 24/7/365. Goddess Selena retains the special tools for it (which she tells me she lost), and for all practical purposes, it can only be eventually removed if/when she decides it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2- Goddess Selena places and locks an additional collar around my neck whenever I come back home from the outside world, and it does not come off until I must leave her presence again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3- On any morning that we have time for it, "Coffee & Clamps!" is how we start the day. I must prepare and serve Goddess Selena her coffee (and refills), and I must be wearing nipple clamps until she is done with her morning coffee. I must also be leashed so she can keep me close by while she enjoys her coffee(s) and cigarette(s). The “Coffee & Clamps!” ritual usually does not end until her third coffee of the morning, and the nipple clamps only come off then.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4- I must be on the floor at Goddess Selena’s feet, holding an ashtray, any time she wants to smoke.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5- Any time I greet my Goddess (i.e.: when she wakes up in the morning or when I return from work), I must kneel before her and kiss each of her feet in an adoring manner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6- On any morning that there is an expectation that Goddess Selena will sleep in later than me (which is the case most of the time), I must wear have the long house leash locked to my leather or rubber collar (whichever one she locked around my neck previously) so she knows I remain in the house. She will tug on the leash when she wakes up, pulling me in to her and letting me know she is ready for our “Coffee & Clamps!” ritual.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7- At her whim, when we have time to watch some of her favorite TV shows together, she will place me in bondage and use me as furniture for the duration of the evening. Usually, I while remain in bondage through the night’s sleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8- When at home, I must fetch, prepare, and serve all drinks, meals, and snacks for Goddess Selena. I remain at her beck and call for anything else she may require at any time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">9- Once Goddess Selena has locked a second collar (in additional to the permanent Eternity Collar) around my neck upon my return from the outside world, she keeps the keys, and only she can unlock/remove the collar, at the time of her choosing. This means that if the weather is right, I may have to run errands outside the house for her with the locked collar hidden under appropriate clothing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">10- The location of my Smart Phone can be tracked by Goddess Selena through a provider-based GPS system at all times. She can verify and keep track of my location at any time, and if necessary, I must account for my movements to her at any time if I did not warn her beforehand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">11- I must submit to Goddess Selena’s sexual and dominant needs at any time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">12- My own sexual/submissive needs are only met at the convenience and whims of Goddess Selena. This includes not ever providing myself pleasure until/unless she tells me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I will be interesting to see how these rituals, protocols, and habits will change over time. This post is as much an opportunity for benchmarking and looking back in the future as it is about thinking about where we are at the present time. Perhaps in a year, there will be another post, starting off with a link to this entry, talking about what else we have added to what we do each day as part of our D/s relational dynamics.</span><br />
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<br />Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-67619512229154472702012-08-12T09:12:00.000-07:002012-08-12T09:12:22.444-07:00Public display of ownership (E)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday, my Goddess took the opportunity to display her ownership of me in public in a subtle manner that left me a bit submissively tingly all over, as much over how she did it as the unexpected way in which it came up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of the side effects of wearing my Eternity Collar since my Goddess first locked it around my neck over one-and-a-half year ago is that it sets off theft detection devices in many stores. No, don’t worry about seeing me behind bars anytime soon. I set off the detection devices walking into, as well as walking out of, the stores. On the way into stores, it normally elicits a look of surprise on the faces of staff at registers or near entrances, to which I normally respond by raising my hands and shoulders up in the air and providing an expression of “I have no idea why it did that.” On the way out of stores, the alarm going off usually means a trip back to the register for staff to re-swipe some of my purchases, occasionally emptying my pockets, and trying my best to look innocent. Often this is followed by a piece of advice from staff that most likely I’m wearing a piece of clothing that still has its original anti-theft tag.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yesterday, after a wonderful romantic lunch together, My Goddess and I spent the afternoon doing some shopping in a nearby town. One of our stops was a favorite large bookstore, where we spent about 45 minutes. Yes, I set-off the alarm on the way in. When that happened, I looked in the direction of the young woman at one of the sales registers (she was the only staff in that area), threw up my hands, and we both shared a quizzical look on our faces at a distance of about 7-8 yards. My Goddess, who had gone in a few steps ahead of me, which she always does when we expect I’ll trigger the alarm, looked at me with her usual knowing smile, and we went about our business.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Once we were done with our browsing, and we had finalized our selection, we headed off to pay. The same young woman that we had made eye contact with at the entrance was manning the only sales register available. She was perhaps early to mid-20s in age. She was very pretty, wore glasses, had multiple facial and ear piercings, and had a significant number of tattoos. My Goddess and I exchanged pleasantries with her as she processed the purchases and payment. And then, as we were about to leave, to prepare for the inevitable, I reminded her that I was the one who set-off the alarm on my way in, so I was likely to trigger it again on my way out. I apologized in advance, and told her that I seemed to have that effect on their theft detection device. The young woman said that sometimes such things happened, and provided me with the theory of the still hidden clothing tag that had never been removed. My Goddess chimed in that I did set-off alarms in many stores, and that I was kind of special that way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After a round of laughs to this last comment, unexpectedly, my Goddess reached under the t-shirt and polo shirt I was wearing, exposed my Eternity Collar to the young woman by holding it about half-way up my neck, and said:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“His collar is probably what’s causing it.”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The young woman paused, looked with fascination at my heavy metal collar, and smiled.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The three of us said goodbye, and my Goddess and I headed for the exit. I triggered the alarm as expected, we both turned to the young woman at the register, all three of us smiled, and my Goddess and I finally left the store.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As we walked away, I teased my Goddess on her boldness. She replied, with a big smile, that she just felt like it. I could tell she enjoyed showing-off. Showing off her possession… her pet… her toy… her control… her power… </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While neither one of us could be sure the young woman we exchanged with would recognize the Eternity Collar, or know its significance, this very random moment provided both of us with a bit of an exhibitionist thrill. And who knows… maybe it left the young woman at the bookstore with a lasting, knowing smile too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In a fortuitous bit of coincidence, this noteworthy event happened yesterday just as this is the first weekend in over a month that I have a few moments for a blog post. The timing could not have been more perfect.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My Goddess was having a much-needed afternoon nap, and I was busy catching up on some domestic duties around the house. I was wearing the heavy locking rubber collar, and it was locked to a very long steel cable leash that my Goddess could tug on if she woke up and needed anything from me. We had enjoyed our “Coffee & Clamps!” ritual that morning, traditional on non-work days, and I could still feel soreness in my nipples hours later. As I slaved at the kitchen sink hand-washing dishes (pun intended), I had a moment of daydreaming that took me back to the previous weekend, to a delightful scene my Goddess created for the two of us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In the early evening, Goddess had made good with the bondage threats from earlier that day, requesting the locking leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Upon me bringing them to her, she made quick work of wrapping them around my limbs and locking them in place. She used 3” clips to bind my wrists together, and then did the same to my ankles. In addition to whatever else was to take place, she was going to be entertained by watching me struggle through the rest of the evening fetching her things awkwardly with my hands and ankles bound, and making lots of jingly noises as the now five locks (I had been wearing the locking rubber collar all day) would swing and chime on my every movement.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shortly after locking me in the restraints, my Goddess demanded a foot bath and some balm for her feet right then and there. At the time, I was still sitting on the floor at her feet in the living room. I got up, and made my way to the bathroom with quick, short jingly steps to retrieve some eucalyptus-spearmint liquid bath soap, her favorite foot balm, a face cloth, and a towel. In a second stage, I improvised a bowl to serve as a foot bath, and I filled it with warm water.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back sitting on the floor before her, I took each foot and gently scrubbed it with the washcloth. The unmistakable smell of the eucalyptus infused water gave this tender scene a very sensual tone. The combination of one of our favorite smells permeating the air, me on the floor washing, rinsing, and drying my Goddess’ feet while she was sitting comfortably higher up, and the bondage restraints, all created powerful mental images and memories that the afternoon’s reverie gravitated back to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">After drying her feet, I massaged and kneaded them with a plum-based balm. Once the lotion was fully absorbed into her feet, she told me to get her some light socks, and after the jingly trip to the bedroom and back, I placed them over her feet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Seemingly satisfied with my care of her feet, Goddess Selena reminded me that I still owed her 71 strokes from a recent loss I suffered at her hands in our version of kinky-Scrabble. So she ordered me on all-fours, grabbed a recently purchased leather-slapper, and went to work on my back side. For 71 strokes. Yes, I counted them. She always expects me to count them, and she checks with me every 10 strokes or so.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">While I got the feeling she enjoyed the paddling she dished out, she was somewhat disappointed that the leather slapper failed to leave impressions of the little stars that are cut-out of one side of it. Perhaps she’ll need more strokes the next time, or go harder, or we’ll have to get a wooden paddle with those shapes cut-out, in order for her to get the joy of little stars marking my backside.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I spent the rest of the evening at my Goddess’ feet, all cuffs still locked on and clipped, getting up occasionally when she needed a drink or a snack while we watched television, and holding the ashtray when she needed to smoke. Of course, whenever I fetched anything for her, she enjoyed my awkward struggle holding things with my wrists bound, my short-quick steps with my ankles bound, and all the noise my many swinging locks produced.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">When it came time to go to bed, my Goddess left me restrained in the same way I had spent the evening, and she had me sleep nearly perpendicular to her so she could place her legs over my legs and back, using me as a body-pillow. She tends to sleep very deeply, and very well, that way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As I woke up in the morning, I felt the locked cuffs restraining me before I had even opened my eyes. I remembered the delightful time we had the evening before, and I remained subspacey the rest of the morning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My Goddess and I received a new collar for me this week: a superb locking rubber collar, higher and firmer than my usual leather collars. Despite being more rigid and more severe than the leather collars I have worn on a daily basis, it is still surprisingly comfortable, if more restrictive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My Goddess loved it right away. There is something ironic about how a more imposing collar creates an impression of even greater submission. Upon first seeing it, she admired its more "ornamental" appearance. I think she enjoyed that it did not only serve very functional and symbolic purposes, but it also had a beauty to it, somehow enhancing my submissiveness in how decorative it looked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">She is clearly also quite enamored with the delightful ringing sounds the four attached rings produce with my every movement. My Goddess has "a thing" for watching me, or hearing me, being submissive around the house. Dominant entertainment, I guess...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On my side, I am glad to wear a piece with such symbolism that brings my Goddess enjoyment. Inevitably, this increases even further her sense of dominance and control over me. The latter, of course, makes me feel ever more submissive and subservient to her. The ying-and-yang of ownership and belonging...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Since I must always be wearing a locking collar at home, and on some outings when circumstances allow, I know that it will see a fair amount of use. The daily collaring is one of our favorite rituals, and now there is a new collar in the rotation. My Goddess has made me wear the new locking rubber collar ever since it has come in. I know it is not the end of the leather collars, however, since we both love and enjoy them so much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The purpose of this piece was for me to have a collar that was easier to clean after a long day (or two... or three...) of domestic duties around the house. In fact, I could even take a shower with this thick rubber collar on without needing my Goddess to remove it. We both very much love my locking leather collars, but I always have misgivings about doing heavier work and breaking a sweat while wearing them. And cleaning leather collars can be a tedious process.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Now depending on plans for how I may best serve her, my Goddess can select the collar of her choice, and leave it on me, locked, for as long as she wants. Or until I need to go in to work...</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">During moments of reflections this week, I realized once more how important it was for me to be proactive in, and committed to, my submission to my Goddess if I was really to give her the opportunity to express and exercise her dominance over me. No matter how well a D/s relationship is going, no matter how strong the D/s dynamics are, sometimes life gets in the way. And it's easy to drift into a bit of indifference, or worse, to fall into the trap of wondering what our partners are doing wrong, and to forget about the part we own in the relationship. So I decided that it was as good a time as any to re-own more fully the "s" in our D/s relationship.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In my mind, that means a few things. To be more openly enthusiastic with my submission. To be more communicative with my needs. To be more expressive with my submission, my love, and my affection toward her. To let go of the outside world when we do get time together. Not only does it make no sense that my Goddess would react positively while I am pre-occupied intellectually and emotionally with other things, I know by experience that her level of enjoyment and fulfillment in our relationship and our activities is directly proportional to my reactions, my engagement, my enthusiasm, and the depth of my submission.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I know how my Goddess reacts to my offering of my submission. She loves to take control, to take advantage, and to seize any opportunity to dominate me in whatever manner she is in the mood for.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Of course, all this is easier said than done. Being aware of these things is essential to success, but awareness is not sufficient. Only when thought is a precursor to action is success possible. If I do everything I can to set the mood, and fuel her hunger for dominance, she will be more than happy to take everything I have to offer. And then some. So it is up to me to step things up.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Before anybody starts worrying about us, don't. We are doing quite well. Busy but well. Our daily rituals keep the D/s dynamics flowing freely and easily, even during those times we wish we had the time and the energy to increase/elevate the frequency and intensity of our activities. After all, we are who and what we are.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Finally, lest it would seem that I have selfish motives here, it should be made clear that this is not all about me. This is about my contribution to my Goddess' happiness, her fulfillment, and the quality and intensity of our lives in our chosen lifestyle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As it is usually after the case after a long period of not posting, I am bursting with a smorgasbord of thoughts, visions, and emotions. So here goes...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I would have gone to do some errands this morning, but it wasn't really possible. My Goddess went to bed last night without unlocking the leash she attached to my locked leather collar earlier, keeping me confined (in the best possible way!) to our home, and close to her. Late yesterday afternoon, she had gone for a nap, and being both terribly tired and not feeling too well, she got up just for a short time during the evening, and went back to sleep for good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It may help to understand that this particular leash is a 50' long, 3/16" thick steel cable that is attached to a brass structure of our bed. Typically, she'll attach it to my ever-present locked leather collar when she goes for a nap and she expects me to be doing some housework, which was the case yesterday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here are some posts about the </span><a href="http://mount-latmus.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-goddess-having-entirely-too-much-fun.html" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">original house leash</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, </span><a href="http://mount-latmus.blogspot.com/2010/01/adventures-in-leashing-e.html" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">adventures in leashing</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">, and about the </span><a href="http://mount-latmus.blogspot.com/2011/03/leash-and-other-sacred-rituals-e.html" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">leash and other rituals</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Without a doubt, my favorite recent find on Twitter is a very cute and funny clip put up by </span><a href="http://longpurplegloves.blogspot.com/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Miss Ginger Millay</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">:</span><br />
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ice3jqYDOLk&feature=player_embedded" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Shit Girls Say to Dominatrices</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Interestingly enough, while I was watching the clip with my Goddess, she told "she's just your style." Not quite sure what my Goddess meant by that, although I guess she was remarking on Miss Ginger's humor and fun enthusiasm.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hottest (in a D/s kind of way) conversation of the last month with my Goddess:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">In a discussion about money matters last weekend, my Goddess brought a quick end to the back and forth of the talk by interjecting "Oh, that's right... I own you." Well, that did it. Case closed, she wins, and in my momentary pause, I get hit by a little wave of subspace.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hottest texts of the last month:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"You're getting tied up tonight!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm still amazed, and delighted, that several years into our relationship, I still get butterflies in my stomach and get all subspacey when she tells me that. And of course, I usually spend the rest of the day suffering from a total loss of focus.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Spending time in bondage in the care of my Goddess, with or without other BDSM activities, always justifies the emotional ramp-up, and reinforces both our D/s dynamics and the lasting imagery/imprint of those moments.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Back of the topic of leashes, dissatisfied with the cell phone tracking apps we had been using, we upgraded to a monthly service that allows my Goddess to track my every movement... at all times and with great accuracy. In addition, she can load up addresses and days/times of my week's work schedule. Notifications come in to her cell phone if I'm not where I'm supposed to be at those times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It has been a source of great D/s enjoyment for her... upon her first notification (she hadn't reset the schedule and location when I was out of town at a trade show), she texted me "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">On my side, I'm glad to provide my Goddess with that level of control (and pleasure). I had written a post a while back called </span><a href="http://mount-latmus.blogspot.com/2011/07/invisible-leash-e.html" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The invisible leash</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> in which I talked about the D/s dynamics of the decision to have her be able to track my location 24 hours a day.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's kind of interesting that, contrary to the normal feelings that may arise in non-D/s relationships, having less freedom and submitting to more control is increasingly appealing to me as our D/s relationship grows over time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I so have to clean up our blog's links. It's been so long... a number of links are no longer valid, and I have so many more to add. Be that as it may, I'd like to point out that shortly after this post goes live, I'll add the following photo sites:</span><br />
<a href="http://geekdomme.tumblr.com/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Geek Domme</a><br />
<a href="http://felmcyber.tumblr.com/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Felm Cyber</a><br />
<a href="http://strawberrymistress.tumblr.com/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Please keep you slave on a leach</a><br />
<a href="http://slaveintraining.tumblr.com/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Slave in Training</a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And finally, an image that could be of me while my Goddess is busy taking a shower, or otherwise busy and needing me out of the way but behaving.</span><br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljqqLsUxBa8/T6_RmYDwuJI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GgNzHBC0e4g/s1600/zzzdragonbdsm-tumblr-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ljqqLsUxBa8/T6_RmYDwuJI/AAAAAAAAA6w/GgNzHBC0e4g/s320/zzzdragonbdsm-tumblr-1.jpg" width="213" /></span></a></div>
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Image courtesy of </span><a href="http://zzzdragonbdsm.tumblr.com/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">zzzdragonbdsm</a><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> via </span><a href="http://strawberrymistress.tumblr.com/" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Strawberry Mistress' Tumblr</a>Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-17937450450364920372012-04-03T00:05:00.003-07:002012-04-03T00:05:01.384-07:00Playtime, blogs, and tweets (E)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGklMIliUI0/T3iDovoeuNI/AAAAAAAAA6M/XEA2rImdqiE/s1600/TSLTM%2B-%2Bmyxself-tumblr-com.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726471662205843666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGklMIliUI0/T3iDovoeuNI/AAAAAAAAA6M/XEA2rImdqiE/s400/TSLTM%2B-%2Bmyxself-tumblr-com.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Artwork courtesy of </span><a href="http://myxself.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">Written in the Water</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> via </span><a href="http://thoushalllovethymistress.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />After I shared my new post with Goddess Selena Saturday night, we both began exchanging some tweets with our friend </span><a href="http://www.mistresslilyana.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">Mistress Lilyana</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> regarding a comment she tweeted about an article that my Goddess contributed for </span><a href="http://www.geishadiaries.com/home/the-love-of-a-dominant-for-her-submissive.html"><span style="font-family:arial;">Geisha Diaries</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">. We then spent some time together looking at some pictures from blogs, Twitter, Fetlife, and considering potential new kinky purchases (looks like a cupping set is in our future).<br /><br />It was getting late, and we headed off to the bedroom to go to sleep. Or so I thought. It wasn't long that Goddess Selena was on top of me, bound my hands and attached them to the headboard of the bed, blindfolded me, pulled out the spreader bar, and locked my ankles into the cuffs at each end of it. And after she locked my ankles in the spreader bar, realised that I stil had my briefs on, so she took the scissors to them. Wow... In no time flat, I was restrained and captured, unable (and of course, unwilling) to escape whatever she had planned for me.<br /><br />Whatever she did have planned for me included small (plastic) and large (plastic and wood) clothespins that she applied at her leisure over my penis and scrotum, and on my nipples. She took some time to enjoy a cigarette while she continued the sensation play with a Wartenberg wheel, running it over the tender flesh of my torso legs, and privates. She put aside the wheel just long enough to tease each of my nipples with the tip of her cigarette. After she was done smoking, she added a second wheel, making me squirm hard against my bondage.<br /><br />Between runs of the Wartenberg wheels, she scratched and deeply etched my skin with her nails. The sensation play, the entirety of my universe while I was blindfolded and bound, was occasionally interrupted by my Goddess giving me some teasing kisses, which never lasted long enough for me to really kiss her back. I could feel how empowered she got enjoying my increasing desperation and frustration in not being able to kiss her back.<br /><br />She removed the clothespins, and I was especially thankful for not having those small plastics clothespins searing certain areas of my scrotum anymore. I had a full body tremor with the removal of each one of those.<br /><br />My Goddess took a short break as she went into the living room to retrieve a recent purchase, a small leather slapper with star indents. She had fun slapping the inside and outside of my thighs with it, and teasing me with very gentle taps against my testicles.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzB48Ujqj94/T3iBZc5f5LI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kAr7GIhX_xs/s1600/Leather%2Bslapper.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726469200455656626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UzB48Ujqj94/T3iBZc5f5LI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kAr7GIhX_xs/s400/Leather%2Bslapper.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I could tell she so wanted to strike me with the slapper hard enough to leave little star marks on my skin. But the angle I presented bound on the bed, combined with the unwieldy nature of the bondage position (and equipment) I was in did not make that a possibility without interrupting the flow of the scene. I expect that this will only make for a higher level of intensity when she finally takes the slapper to my backside in the next day or so.<br /><br />After the fairly heavy sensation play, and the light impact play, I was deep into subspace. I think my Goddess thought I had fallen asleep when she put away the slapper and began marking me with little symbols and words of dominance and love and ownership with one of the Sharpies.<br /><br />She finished her artwork on my body, and after some caressing, she slowly removed my blindfold and looked into my eyes. I don't know what she was seeing on her side, but I was overwhelmed by the radiance of her beautiful face and dominant energy.<br /><br />As she eased me out of my trance, we talked about what we had each most enjoyed about our playtime, talked about our evening's exploration of web kink, and talked about our day.<br /><br />And then, before both of us fell asleep, my Goddess tweeted:<br /><br />"@SelenasDymion is locked onto the spreader bar right now. I think it will remain overnight. Wouldnt want him wandering off, now would I?"<br /><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1H2I7nM69Y/T3iPpMQOfdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KiwEDoCLU6w/s1600/You%2Bwill%2Bsubmit%2B-%2BIshaNee%2B-%2Bon%2Bdeviantart.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726484864028278226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1H2I7nM69Y/T3iPpMQOfdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/KiwEDoCLU6w/s400/You%2Bwill%2Bsubmit%2B-%2BIshaNee%2B-%2Bon%2Bdeviantart.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">"You will submit" by </span><a href="http://ishanee.deviantart.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">IshaNee</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span>Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-11461283449498194742012-03-31T20:28:00.001-07:002012-03-31T20:32:00.128-07:00More about feet (E)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4w5xvplwu0A/T3e8SoYOf0I/AAAAAAAAA5c/jDlff8Usq74/s1600/Shoes.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726252479487573826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4w5xvplwu0A/T3e8SoYOf0I/AAAAAAAAA5c/jDlff8Usq74/s400/Shoes.JPG" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> Image: a recent purchase by Goddess Selena<br /><br />I thought the best way to follow-up my last post would be to... talk some more about feet. My Goddess' gorgeous feet in particular.<br /><br />In addition to the on-my-knees foot kissing welcome my Goddess requires every time I get back to her after any kind of absence (coming back from work or from an errand), or first thing in the morning, she has also expected me to paint her toe nails on the weekend, every second week or so. While that has involved a bit of a learning curve, with lots of improvement yet to come, I think my technique has been steadily getting better.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFzNWFNJk9E/T3e_GU3FUyI/AAAAAAAAA5o/iYPC12DnZjY/s1600/Feet%2B-%2B2.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726255566624740130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zFzNWFNJk9E/T3e_GU3FUyI/AAAAAAAAA5o/iYPC12DnZjY/s400/Feet%2B-%2B2.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Image: "Silver Dazzle" on Goddess Selena's toe nails<br /><br />I must admit, I've been enjoying this latest additional duty. Of course, I enjoy everything that involves taking care of my Goddess. But beyond that, there is something very erotically submissive about being at her feet, sitting on the floor, and attending to her. And making her feel beautiful. Another small duty that reinforces our D/s dynamics.<br /><br />My Goddess exercising her dominance over me... rituals reinforcing the nature of our D/s relationship... submitting to the needs and desires of my Goddess... definitely good times. Hot, fun, symbolically powerful, and often bringing about a small dose of subspace for me, this recent emphasis on foot play has been a wonderful addition in our lives.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_xL7rHce5k/T3fHWJJhK5I/AAAAAAAAA50/ZjEp4yR_Ofg/s1600/slavesofthegoddess.tumblr.com%2B-%2B3.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726264634451766162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7_xL7rHce5k/T3fHWJJhK5I/AAAAAAAAA50/ZjEp4yR_Ofg/s400/slavesofthegoddess.tumblr.com%2B-%2B3.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Image courtesy of </span><a href="http://slavesofthegoddess.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">Slaves of the Goddess</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-22149888462293260442012-03-25T19:38:00.000-07:002012-03-25T19:39:06.678-07:00You never know when something new... (E)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55rbzq8aFeQ/T2-86X-f_wI/AAAAAAAAA44/MVxMpdEW6WQ/s1600/H%2BPolaczek%2Bhe-stoops-to-worship%2Bdevotedsub-tumblr-com.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724001362465783554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-55rbzq8aFeQ/T2-86X-f_wI/AAAAAAAAA44/MVxMpdEW6WQ/s400/H%2BPolaczek%2Bhe-stoops-to-worship%2Bdevotedsub-tumblr-com.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">B. Polaczek via </span><a href="http://devotedsub.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">he stoops to worship</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />... will come along.<br /><br />A few weeks ago, my Goddess decided that I should kneel before her and kiss her feet whenever I get back to her after we've been apart for a while.<br /><br />So since her decree, I've gotten on my knees before her and kissed her feet with much reverence any time I come back from work, return from an errand, or see her awake for the first time in the morning.<br /><br />In retrospect, for a couple whose D/s relational dynamics already include a number of daily rituals, it may be surprising that this simple and straightforward recent addition was only introduced several years into our relationship. And yet, I see it as a very positive thing, beyond the enjoyment my Goddess gets from it, above the thrill I feel doing it, and on level with the very powerful symbolism of the gesture.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSLNE7lV-sY/T2-9hE7HD_I/AAAAAAAAA5E/zqSE9fRhJuM/s1600/imherhusbandsheisincharge.blogspot%2B-%2B2.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724002027366191090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TSLNE7lV-sY/T2-9hE7HD_I/AAAAAAAAA5E/zqSE9fRhJuM/s400/imherhusbandsheisincharge.blogspot%2B-%2B2.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Found on </span><a href="http://imherhusbandsheisincharge.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">i'm Her husband and She is in charge</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />As modest of a physical action as it may seem to some, especially as it relates to some of our other activities, I see it as an encouraging sign that we're still growing, still exploring, still open to looking for things (large or small) that may appeal to us, and still willing to make changes. OK, so we're still relatively early and young into our relationship... a few years are not a few decades. And yet, we all know that it's all too easy to get into deep ruts in a matter of months.<br /><br />My Goddess felt so strongly about this, and we have very enthusiastically embraced this 2-3 times a day ritual. For something that so powerfully reinforces our D/s dynamics, it's kind of surprising that we lived without it for so long. That being said, extended foot kissing has always been one of our favorite activities, and comes up several times a week.<br /><br />You never know what you'll come across if you just keep exploring. And with minds wide open, a relationship never needs to grow old.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AP7_5W4JOdo/T2-92aTzXMI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/28yjQV0mF3Q/s1600/Let-the-Sin-Begin-monsieur831-tumblr-com.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724002393884155074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AP7_5W4JOdo/T2-92aTzXMI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/28yjQV0mF3Q/s400/Let-the-Sin-Begin-monsieur831-tumblr-com.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Image courtesy of </span><a href="http://monsieur831.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">Let the Sin Begin</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> </span>Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-22272983865879084712012-03-02T21:47:00.000-08:002012-03-02T21:47:26.859-08:00What I'm wearing right now (E)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_K_3cw4l-I/T1GgWJsiZ7I/AAAAAAAAA4I/IzGoBNbS52g/s1600/Markings%2B-%2B1%2B-%2BMarch%2B2012.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715525704530159538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_K_3cw4l-I/T1GgWJsiZ7I/AAAAAAAAA4I/IzGoBNbS52g/s400/Markings%2B-%2B1%2B-%2BMarch%2B2012.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">My Goddess texted me mid-afternoon yesterday that she was "in a mood." That usually means that she's feeling especially possessive and dominant. It's a not-so-subtle signal that I should be coming back home properly submissive and ready to do her bidding. She also knows that from the time she lets me know that she's "in a mood", my sense of anticipation grows exponentially until I find out what she has in mind.<br /><br />We both came back home quite late, and after a short chat to catch up on our respective days at work, we headed to the bedroom ready to call it a day. My Goddess was quick to grab the metal handcuffs off her bedside table, and lock them around my wrists. Perhaps echos of Tuesday evening's overnight bondage. And at that moment, I found out what she had in mind: "Tattoos & Bondage!"<br /><br />Once I was handcuffed, my Goddess made me lie on my stomach, and attached the cuffs to the headboard of the bed. She then sat on my lower back, and went to work. She took two Sharpies, and spent the next 10-15 minutes visually expressing herself. It was not a tattoo, obviously, but the content was just as heartfelt and powerfully evocative in the emotions it brought up. Dominant and possessive indeed!<br /><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1B2iORZCQvs/T1GhZYMXbyI/AAAAAAAAA4g/RFqoXJmAZew/s1600/Markings%2B-%2B2%2B-%2BMarch%2B2012.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715526859472989986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1B2iORZCQvs/T1GhZYMXbyI/AAAAAAAAA4g/RFqoXJmAZew/s400/Markings%2B-%2B2%2B-%2BMarch%2B2012.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">After seeing what it looked like in the morning, I remembered vaguely a post I had written quite a while ago, </span><a href="http://mount-latmus.blogspot.com/2010/06/reminders-of-so-many-things-e.html"><span style="font-family:arial;">Reminders of so many things</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">:<br /><br />"The symbolism of the markings goes far beyond the simple gestures and play of putting them on. Both my Goddess and I will be seeing them for days to come, and reminded of this little scene. Reminded of the significance of the markings. Reminded of the nature of our relationship. Reminded of our love for each other."<br /><br />And those words are as true today as they were almost two years. So for the past 24 hours, I've been wearing my Goddess' markings with much pride, satisfaction, and a lasting feeling of subspace. And I know these deep feelings will remain with me over the course of the next few days, until the last vestiges of last night's expression of my Goddess' dominance and possessiveness finally wash off.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OGifq_bj8Ys/T1Gt4JoqReI/AAAAAAAAA4s/uWjaF5t34fQ/s1600/Kitara%2527s%2BPrize%2Bby%2BChaypeta%2Bvia%2BLunarblack.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715540582280611298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OGifq_bj8Ys/T1Gt4JoqReI/AAAAAAAAA4s/uWjaF5t34fQ/s400/Kitara%2527s%2BPrize%2Bby%2BChaypeta%2Bvia%2BLunarblack.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Kitara's Prize, by Chaypeta, via </span><a href="http://lunarblack.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">Lunar Black</span></a>Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-19135132466372657122012-02-06T00:05:00.000-08:002012-02-06T00:05:01.138-08:00Restraint... without restraints (E)<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAsHSxSJWSA/Ty4XMNmGRKI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/5IVk0Koiu6c/s1600/Neshemadarkangel%2Bvia%2BLunarblack%2B-%2B2.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705523276500321442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kAsHSxSJWSA/Ty4XMNmGRKI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/5IVk0Koiu6c/s400/Neshemadarkangel%2Bvia%2BLunarblack%2B-%2B2.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Artwork courtesy of </span><a href="http://neshemadarkangel.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">Neshemadarkangel</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"> and </span><a href="http://lunarblack.tumblr.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">Lunar Black</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />It was a few nights ago. I woke up briefly in the middle of the night, a BDSM scene vividly fresh in my mind from the dream that was interrupted. My reality was sleeping on my right side, at a slight angle relative to my Goddess, with her right leg over my thighs, the left one over my waist, and my left arm across her torso, held tight at the wrist and forearm by her hands.<br /><br />I was restrained... virtually bound immobile by her limbs. I had woken up because of the slight discomfort (how long had I been in this position?), but being trapped in such a manner was so erotically charged in a D/s kind of way that I didn't want to move. And I didn't want to risk waking up my Goddess.<br /><br />I felt the weight of her legs pinning me down. I felt the tension one of her hands and the weight of her left arm exerted in keeping the tension in my arm. The D/s sensuality of the immobility gave way, after deciding to try to fall back to sleep without moving, to a deep sense of surrender. And then subspace. Have you ever fallen asleep drifting into subspace? It's a very deep, very submissive, very peaceful sinking into sleep.<br /><br />Sleep was overtaking me again. In those brief twilight moments, I had flashbacks to one of the last times my Goddess had me bound and stretched in a large closet that served as a small makeshift dungeon. Blindfolded, wrists bound to the upper clothes rack, ankles bound together, my ankles and knees bearing my weight. She left me there, waiting in the dark, for her return from taking a shower. She would later open the door and check on me briefly to make sure I was OK. After a pull on the nipple clamps, a delicate kiss on the lips, and a teasing warning not to go anywhere, she closed the door again, and once more left me in isolation while she was off to do her make-up.<br /><br />I drifted into sleep for perhaps a few seconds or few minutes, but peeked into consciousness again just long enough to have brief remembrances of scenes when I dozed off while my Goddess had left me in a hogtie for an extended period of time. Again taken back to one of those falling asleep while bound and disoriented in subspace moments. I can't describe it. Some of those overwhelmingly powerful feelings and emotions that make such an impact on us that we try to recapture, re-experience, re-feel, re-live them again and again.<br /><br />The discomfort passed. I fell asleep for good. I was woken up only several hours later by my alarm. Neither one of us had moved.<br /><br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rmWiOk-4Lk/Ty4Zxkua3zI/AAAAAAAAA3k/0Y57-_bzROY/s1600/Famio%2Bfrom%2Bmuseum%2Bof%2Bfemdom%2Bart.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705526117387657010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0rmWiOk-4Lk/Ty4Zxkua3zI/AAAAAAAAA3k/0Y57-_bzROY/s400/Famio%2Bfrom%2Bmuseum%2Bof%2Bfemdom%2Bart.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">Artwork courtesy of Famio and the </span><a href="http://ggfemdom.net/museum/lounge/lounge.html"><span style="font-family:arial;">Museum of Female Domination Art</span></a>Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055527051829569614.post-26449675865620888042012-02-04T11:31:00.000-08:002012-02-04T11:37:40.516-08:00Interview (E)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PEhr6BSqUM/Ty2I0TQxg3I/AAAAAAAAA3M/eAGt1tSzwag/s1600/GDHeader_4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705366735053489010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5PEhr6BSqUM/Ty2I0TQxg3I/AAAAAAAAA3M/eAGt1tSzwag/s400/GDHeader_4.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">I was recently interviewed by Meeshee of <a href="http://www.meesheephotography.com/">Meeshee Photography</a>, <a href="http://www.geishadiaries.com/">Geisha Diaries</a>, and </span><a href="http://www.geishaaffair.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;">Geisha Affair</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">.<br /><br />It was a pleasure doing the interview with her, and she was very pleasant in the post-interview process of putting everything together. She definitely had an interesting set of questions for me, primarily oriented toward introducing a non-BDSM audience to the lifestyle.<br /><br />You can read the interview </span><a href="http://www.geishadiaries.com/home/a-submissive-reveals-himself.html"><span style="font-family:arial;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;">. Hope you enjoy it! </span>Selena and Dymionhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03340191690589690887noreply@blogger.com3