Interview (E)

I was recently interviewed by Meeshee of Meeshee Photography, Geisha Diaries, and Geisha Affair.

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.

You can read the interview here. Hope you enjoy it!

All over the place (E)

Image courtesy of Loves to Lick via Dishevelled Domina

This quiet morning of staying at home after several weeks of work without a day off is leaving me in a rather unusual kind of mood. My body is enjoying the change of gear and the knowledge that the day will be without hugely pressing issues to attend to and resolve, yet my mind is still racing, with thoughts and mental images all over the place.

I woke up first, and I am still the only one up, in the calm of the early morning, looking forward to spending a delightful and much needed day with my Goddess. Behind the apparent stillness of waiting for a second dawn to break, I am full of anticipation for the rising of my Goddess, a morning at her feet, our “Coffee & Clamps!” ritual, and spending the entire day at her side, doing whatever she’s in the mood for.

Since getting up, I’ve also had this deep, visceral yearning for her to hurt me, in a BSDM/different loving and attention kind of way (wink to Gloria Brame). Being so busy over the last several weeks has given us little time for much more than our rituals. These have been as wonderful and as deeply felt as ever before, continuing to reinforce our D/s relational dynamics, and providing a sense of center in the two of us, our love, and our bond. But I haven’t offered much of an outlet to my Goddess for her affection and her dominance.

Our course, this can change quickly with us, and I know my Goddess has been excitedly waiting for this first day I am completely hers is quite a while.

And true to my present erratic and overdriven mental state, let me share some a number of random and memorable Twitter finds of the past few weeks.

Stunning Twitter images:

From @MayaSinstress. Her website can be found here.


From @MistressKatyaNY. Her website can be found here.

Favorite Twitter quotes:
“Sometimes I read things that others have written and am inspired and jealous, both in equal measure. I love that.” From @Ferns_. Her blog can be found here.

"It's the submissives that show to others what type of Dom owns them." ~ Anonymous.
From @AllThingsKink. Their website can be found here.

Stunning Twitter fetish video: from @GoddessSativa. Her website can be found here.
Bootlovers.com #72: Goddess Sativa in her custom purple crotch high boots!

Articles found through Twitter I enjoyed:

Found through @subguide: The Collar... BDSM Symbolism and Personal Meaning

Found through @subguide: The Importance of Journaling Your Submission

Found through @subguide: Slave Positions

Found through @DirkHooper: Her Pet Speaks

Found through @DirkHooper: BDSM: It’s less transgressive than you think

And not necessarily related to Twitter, I added three new blogs (I so have to clean up the inactive links!):
1- From Beneath the Rose
2- Hard Loving
3- A Goddess and her Boi Toy

Humor in D/s and BDSM (E)

On New Year's Eve Day, after a few hours of "Coffee & Clamps!", my Goddess was in the mood to enjoy a brief caning at my expense. This was also an opportunity to bring out once more our "Holiday Cane." This is a hard red-and-white, twisted plastic cane, about 28" long, that we had gotten a few years ago, and that typically sees a fair amount of action over the holiday season.

My Goddess ordered me into a corner of the living room. I was already at her feet at that time, so I simply crawled over on all-fours as she pushed me over firmly with one of her knees. Once in the corner, I opened a cabinet where the canes are kept, and handed her the cane she requested, the Holiday Cane.

I presented myself to her in her favorite caning position, on my knees and elbows. She began by rubbing the cane over both sides of my backside, as something of a mental warm-up. And once the rubbing stopped, and the cane left my skin, the caning began.

She began with a few relatively mild strokes, despite the rigidity of the cane, but by the time I counted six, the strokes were coming in quite heavily. By the way, yes, I do count the strokes because during our caning play, sooner or later, my Goddess will ask me for a count. And if the number I give her feels inaccurate to her, well, let's just say that I'll be in big trouble...

And then stroke #7 came down. Heavy. #8. Heavier... that one had that reverberating-through-my-body feel to it. And then #9. CRACK! Even heavier than #8, with a burning sensation, but in the teeth-grinding-eyes-tightly-shut moment of the body reverberations, there was the realization of what had just happened. The cane was broken. We both heard the cracking sound, and the sound of the runaway 4-5" piece sliding on across the wood floor. We both started laughing, my Goddess quite heartily, me through the still heated sensations that had extended through my body beyond my backside.

Once we recovered a bit of decorum, my Goddess clearly was not done with me, and resumed. A bit more tentatively at first, getting a measure of what she had to work with. And then, as she ramped up the intensity, it happened again on stroke #14. The reverberating sensation from the point of impact, and... the cracking sound of the cane breaking once more, this time a 1.5-2" piece of the cane going off sliding across the floor. My Goddess had such a good laugh... joyful, defiantly evil, and dominantly satisfied. I also could not resist laughing, even if it was through the increasingly thick veil of subspace.

14 strokes was too short of a caning for my Goddess, though, and she continued until she reached 20. The rest of the cane held together. Once she was done, in her enthusiasm, I wasn't off my knees yet that my Goddess grabbed her phone and tweeted: "I just broke my candy cane on @SelenasDymion in 20 swats. I'll miss that festive little weapon, but I rock!"

Humor can be such an important and joyous part of BDSM play and a D/s relationship. Whether it's laughter during play itself or around a predicament, there's a magic about it in the eyes of my Goddess. And for me, it just intensifies the emotions, the sensations, and the subspace. The humor can be the result of a deliciously embarrassing situation, a physical or emotional response or moment that is wonderful and new, or just a totally quirky and unexpected event or moment, such as what happened to us just then.

Now, I have 10 months to find my Goddess another cane suitable for the holidays...

Image courtesy of www.young-goddess.com via Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress

The Eternity Collar: one year anniversary (E)

"Dymion's Eternity Collar" by Goddess Selena

Last Friday 3 days ago marked one year since my Goddess placed an Eternity Collar around my neck. I had wasted no time putting down our first impressions of the Eternity Collar in the original post the very day it arrived and my Goddess put it on me. Back then I had written:

"The Eternity Collar really is a superb piece. Making its presence felt around my neck by its weight and its rigidity, it perfectly symbolizes my attachment and my belonging to my Goddess, her ownership of me, and the strength of the ties that bind us. It certainly makes very tangible the expression "owned and collared"."

In a post six weeks after my Goddess first re-collared me with the Eternity Collar, I went on:

"Its heft and rigidity are constant reminders to me of what it represents: my submission to my Goddess, her ownership of me, my status as her toy, her pet, her boy.

...Its presence, and the thought that I cannot remove it on my own without a very significant amount of trouble, are constant reminders to my Goddess of her dominance and control over me, and of my belonging to her. I am hers...

... There is so much about of the eternity collar that I love. I love it when my Goddess grabs a hold of the eternity collar to pull me in for a kiss, to tell me something dominant or dirty, or to simply remind me of who holds the reins. I love it when we make love, and the D-ring of the locked leather collar my Goddess put on me in the early evening dings loudly against the eternity collar. I love it when my Goddess catches a glimpse of the eternity collar, and she flashes one of her dominant "I own you, Bitch!" smiles. I love it when I'm apart from my Goddess for a short while, and I feel the eternity collar around my neck, and I bring a hand to it, and feel its strength and its size and its warmth. And I feel the texture of the hinge or the edges where the allen screw keeps it locked around my neck.

And most of all, I love it that my Goddess feels so strongly about our relationship, and the nature/dynamics of our relationship, that she wanted to have as imposing a piece as the eternity collar placed around my neck, in all that it is, and in all that it represents."

A year after my Goddess affixed the Eternity Collar around my neck those words stand bigger, truer, and more vivid than ever. And the Eternity Collar it has remained in place, without interruptions, 24/7/365. It took a little getting used to, both physically and in terms of self-awareness. But now, it is part of me. Part of my body, part of my soul. And that is so very special to me because of the link to my Goddess. The Eternity Collar is there because she wants it so. The symbolism of our original collaring ceremony many years ago, the re-collaring with the Eternity Collar, the permanence of collar, all have been such powerful moments defining our love and our D/s relational dynamics.

My Goddess keeps playfully reminding me that she has no idea where the Allen keys to remove it might be. In fact, after 368 days of continuous wear, through workouts, showers, and just daily activities, who knows if it would come off with the Allen key by now. But it doesn't really matter. She has absolutely no intention of ever taking it off. I can only wonder what moments will come when sooner or later I encounter metal detectors at airports, or buildings that have them as a security measure. There have already been rather memorable moments with a much less imposing piece before (posted here). But I know they will only add to my Goddess' pleasure and her empowerment.
But I am so proud to be wearing the Eternity Collar my Goddess chose for me. I am so proud that she felt so strongly about my belonging to her, of her ownership of me, that she wanted such an imposing and definitive sign for us, and for the world to see if necessary. And for that, I am also so thankful.

"Dymion's Home Collars" by Goddess Selena

Twitter highlights: people, pics, and clips (E)

Image from the Dirk Hooper Tumblr site

My exploration of Twitter over the past few months has brought me to some fascinating places in terms of people and media. In particular, it's been interesting to see where Twitterscape and the blogosphere intersect, and where they don't. With no pretention of comprehensiveness or anything else than personal opinion, here are a few my favorite people, pics, and clips I wanted to share:

Favorite Tweeter: Dirk Hooper (@dirkhooper)
Website: Dirk Hooper Photography
Blog
Tumblr

A prolific tweeter and networker, Dirk seems like a very nice guy, easy and pleasant to communicate with. Some of his photography is quite stunning, and I'm particularly taken by the emotions of the moment he manages to capture in many of his pictures. His work is not strictly femdom, but even some of the non-femdom stuff is eye-catching. His blog's Fetishweek feature has been a cool read.

Favorite Fetish Tweeter: Teri Horne (@BootLadyTeri23)
Blog: Booted up

Teri also has a website, but I've been mainly taken aback by her many daily tweets on boot fashion or celebrities in boots. Absolutely superb. If you have a thing for boots, you have to check her blog regularly. Teri also tweets on glove fashion (she has a blog for that too).

Favorite Video from a tweet: Cigarette service
Website: Vinyl Queen
Tumblr: Worship Me

I never knew the legendary Vinyl Queen kept a Tumblr site. But I found out about it when she tweeted about a new post she put up back in October. A short but beautiful scene, where she is playful and yet totally in control. Absolutely unforgettable. And an intense flashback to some similar play between my Goddess and I.


Image from the Vinyl Queen Tumblr site

Quote (and moment) of the day (E)

Image courtesy of Balkan Brat Domination via Slaves of the Goddess

So there we were at a family function this afternoon. I was in the living room, chatting with the husband of one of my Goddess' cousins. My Goddess walks into the room, snaps her fingers at me, and gestures me to join her, hinting that we have to step outside for her to smoke.

The fellow I was talking with begins to laugh as I stand up to join my Goddess and jokes "You've been summoned!"

He turns to her and exclaims "Now, that's good training!"

Not missing a beat, my Goddess replies: "You bet that's good training. You think they come out of the box that way?"

I felt a rush, a little wave of subspace, and quietly and proudly followed my Goddess out the front door.

Image courtesy of http://www.underherfeet.com/ via Slaves of the Goddess

Playtime emotions and femdom imagery (E)

Image courtesy of Written in the Water via Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress

In the plethora of images in print and on the web related to BDSM in general, and female domination in particular, most are action-shots depicting an activity, a fetish, or perhaps a moment from a scene. While many are hot and enticing, most of them leave me somewhat unsatisfied. They feel not quite complete. In part, I think it's because they capture a certain physicality of what is depicted, but little else. Of course, I may be asking for too much from a single image.

However, occasionally, there are pictures that capture much more than a physical moment... they capture an emotional one. And that makes them rich and powerful, and they open the floodgates to remembrances of emotions lived before. The image that opens this post is one of them.

It brought back a flood of memories and emotions from some playtime my Goddess and I had a few weeks back, which I refer to in my last post, the product review on the Blue Spiral glass dildo. We had gone out a date where she looked absolutely stunning in a pin-stripe jacket over a nice white top, sexy dark grey tights, and her hot black high-heel boots. We had a wonderful dinner at a local Mexican restaurant, and when we returned home, it was clear she was feeling dominantly feisty.

Upon our return, after the daily placement and locking of my leather collar, my Goddess told me to fetch the leather wrist and ankle cuffs. She had them strapped and locked on my limbs in record time. Then she told me to pull out a leather blindfold, and to wait for her in bed, naked, on my stomach. My rapidly rising anticipation could barely keep up with the speed at which things were unfurling.

Once my Goddess walked into the bedroom, she quickly slipped and buckled the blindfold over my head, attached the wrist cuffs to the headboard of the bed and the ankle cuffs, about 30" apart, to the footboard of the bed. She sat on my lower back, reached under my chest, and began to torment my nipples with her fingers and her nails. Already sinking into subspace rapidly, I dropped even faster as I lay there bound and helpless, the pain from my Goddess teasing my nipples focused and amplified by the absence of distraction without sight. Her weight pressing down on me added even further to limiting my movements and my sense of helplessness.

Abruptly, she got off me, and walked away from the bed. The echoes of the sensations of the NT and her sitting on me,the feeling of her head and hair over my shoulder, eased the transition to the stark isolation of being alone and bound in the bedroom somewhat suddenly.

But it wasn't long before my Goddess returned. As I felt her to the side of the bed, a cold sensation came up my spine, over my shoulder, up my neck, and to my lips. Deep into subspace, I couldn't focus on what it was that she was teasing me with until she gently forced it beyond my lips and barely into my mouth. I then recognized the shape of the glass dildo that had been on her bedside table for many weeks, waiting to be used when the time and the mood was just right.

She pulled it out of my mouth, circling my lips again with it. I felt my Goddess standing next to me for a short while before she sat on the bed. A few seconds later, her fingers gently began lubricating a path for the Blue Spiral glass dildo down below. It wasn't long before I felt the pressure of the dildo against my anal opening, and I tried to relax best I could. Through little turning and in-and-out movements, my Goddess teasingly and skillfully worked the dildo inside me. In brief moments of focus as I kept feeling waves of subspace and deep intimacy wash over me, I could feel and hear her playful enjoyment to my reactions, to my movements, to my sounds.

Surprisingly quickly, the glass dildo was all the way in, and then she delighted in pulling it out a bit and pushing it back in to the hilt, and turning it inside me with the small knob/handle that is one of the characteristics of the Blue Spiral. Her movements took more amplitude and my reactions grew greater, and the latter grew even more as my Goddess' enthusiasm inspired her into more forceful movements.

She diminished of the intensity of the anal play over a few minutes, and then she stopped all together. Once more, rather abruptly, she got off the bed, told me not to lose the dildo, and walked away from me. I suddenly got worried through the fog of subspace that the glass dildo would slip out, but to my great surprise, it did not. In retrospect, the head of the dildo being quite a bit larger than the shaft, the dildo stayed in without any effort on my part.

I was taken out of subspace reverie by the smoke blown into my face by my Goddess. I had not heard her come back. Either she lit her cigarette in the next room, or I was so out of it that I didn't hear the lighter. Either way, she placed the cold metal ashtray on my back, sat on the bed next to my bound body, and enjoyed her cigarette, running her nails along my back, and occasionally, blowing more smoke in my direction. Every few drags, she would grab my hair, pull my head back and to the side, and exhale inside my mouth. When she does so, I know she expects me to take in all of her smoke, and I did my best not to let any escape until it was my turn to exhale. Twice during her smoke break, she brought the cigarette to my lips, forcing me to take a drag.

Barely a few seconds after my Goddess put out her cigarette in the ashtray on my back, I feel a sharp, hot impact on my lower back. It was the unmistakable impact of wax, heavy, hot, almost reverberating. By the smell, I could tell exactly which of the candles she was using too. This was one of those fragrant candles that we used to make the entire house smell nice. I think it was the cucumber-melon one. This would explain the intense heat of the drops that she was pouring across my back. The fragrance candles tend to have a higher oil content, and unless dropped from way high, they hit the skin much hotter. My Goddess regaled herself with the range of reactions I had to the drops, from deep moans in less sensitive areas like the back of my shoulders, to sharp inhales and exhales in more sensitive areas in fleshier parts like behind the kidneys.

One drop came down after another, sometimes in quick succession, sometimes with a few seconds in between. Sometimes she dropped them in a linear pattern, sometimes she dropped them in a seemingly random way. In between and during, my Goddess kept returning to teasing me and tormenting me with thrusts and turns of the dildo. If I would not have been so deeply lost in subspace, it might have all been overwhelming.

At one point, it all came to a gentle end. The hot wax stopped dripping. The glass dildo was gently removed. My Goddess ran her hands over my back, making something of a mess from the very soft wax. Oil-based scented candles tend to leave very soft, if not quite liquid, wax residue (easier but messier to remove.) And then, she tenderly caressed my hair and came in close to give me a long hug as part of the usual aftercare.

It is this very time that came back to me when I saw the picture opening this post. It spoke to me of a very special moment, full of intimacy and satisfaction. It felt like recovery from intense emotions and sensations. Of course, it has none of the toys or gear, or mess, from our playtime. But the look on the woman's face is just what I would have expected to see on my Goddess' face if I could have looked at her. And his body posture is just what I imagine mine would look like slowly coming out of subspace.

My mind wandering to that evening, I was reminded vividly of the intimacy of anal play with my Goddess. Of the energy she emanates when she expresses her dominance is such a physical way. Of how magical it is to feel her enjoyment during our playtime.

Image courtesy of Hello High Heels via Thou Shall Love Thy Mistress