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Bi-sexual, participating and always learning about all things D/s as well as BDSM. Further interests lay in Art, Music, Science, Yaoi and Visual kei. Here I’m posting my thoughts about the lifestyle as well as reblogging interesting pictures, write-ups and whatever else catches my fancy. Owner of a rather eclectic taste.
~Accomplished Hündlekätzle hunter.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Wow!!! It just hit something inside me reading this. Very well said“Learning humility and service is not the same as humiliation or taking away your dignity my pet,” I explain, placing your breakfast dish on the floor before you. The look of fury you shoot me upon realizing that I intend for you to eat breakfast from a pet dish and bowl shoots daggers through me. “I know you said you were not happy with the idea of eating from the floor my little one but please do not take this as debasing you or dehumanizing you to the status of an animal. Rather, this is an act of humility and service. I am requesting that you do this for me not because I think of you as something less than but simply because today it would please me. I am asking you to have the humility to perform your submissive service for me in this way today.”
“Sir, I asked you not to make me eat from pet bowls when we first met and told you that I wanted to hold on to that shred of dignity,” you reply firmly but not unkindly. “I will do this if you absolutely insist but I am neither happy nor comfortable with the precedent this sets in our relationship.”
“Thank you for your honesty and willingness to try my cherished one,” I response sincerely. “Please realize that what I am asking is not for you to debase yourself but to serve with willingness and dignity.”
“You look so stunning kneeling there and so very sexy to me. Remember how much your submission means to me. This pleases me today but it is not as though I want you eating off the floor while I eat at the table for every meal hereafter. No, I am not interested in reducing your humanity, rather, it is your humanity that allows you to serve me in this way and I adore it. A cat eating from its food dish is never less dignified for it. The cat always remains its own force and projects its will, power, and independence, even when eating from a dish provided by a human. So it is with you my little one. I want you to know the difference between humility and humiliation. This is the former.”
Although I’m not sure that I’d ever want to eat on the floor out of a dog bowl, I can appreciate what this post is about.
Master and I have reached a point in our relationship where we’re beginning to establish some rules between us. Right now, these rules consist of a few tasks that I have to perform on a regular basis, but I’ll delve a little deeper into that in a later post. In addition to performing these tasks and informing Master of my progress, the existence of these rules also brings into focus the idea that soon, Master might be requiring things from me that I’ve never attempted before.
Taking into considerations the conversations we’ve had in the past, I highly doubt that he’ll ever ask me to eat out of a dog bowl, but the principle still applies. The things he requires from me may be things that make me uncomfortable. They might put me out of my comfort zone to the point of making me stop and tell Master that I’m feeling a little uneasy. But for me, going beyond what I’m used to isn’t actually a bad thing.
All my life, I’ve stayed inside my comfort zone. I’ve done what I knew I could do and although I’ve occasionally tried to push myself farther, I’ve never been completely satisfied with the results. When Master took me as his, he told me to think of what I needed most from a Dominant, to which I replied that I needed to be pushed and challenged. Slowly, we’re building up to that. He’s learned so much more about my personal boundaries in recent days. This, in turn, has opened up so many new doors for us, maybe especially for him, because now he knows he can push me to the edge of what I’m comfortable with and then nudge me just slightly beyond it.
Little by little.
This is what I needed and I’m happy that Master is the one to supply it.
This photo was taken around midnight on a Brooklyn-bound C Train. The son was sprawled out on his father’s lap, sleeping. The father was cradling the boy’s head in his hands. It was a pretty touching scene, and I wanted to photograph it, but I was very tired myself and I wasn’t sure how much I’d be able to capture from such a close distance. Then suddenly, the father lifted his son into a sitting position, and leaned in so they were touching faces.
I quickly pulled my camera from it’s case and snapped a shot. One of the most natural, beautiful moments I’ve ever been able to capture.
What’s your opinion on authors singling out negative reviews (explaining in comments why the review is wrong, defending their book, etc) of their work on sites like Goodreads?I think authors are allowed to point out errors of fact in a negative review, if…
I want to be dirty the first time we fuck.
I want to feel my skin cling against yours like a robbery victim, holding onto what’s theirs in post-traumatic stress. I want the sweat to be a film between us, a natural slickness that lets us squirm and writhe against one another, a little lubrication before I smear you with your own juices. I want to run my hands through your hair and feel it catch against a tangle, watch your face wince as I don’t let them stop, pushing past and forcing you to be straight for me.
I want to be clean, the second time.
I want to smell foreign smells on you, and find the one that is you underneath each. I want to taste nothing but your skin, without the salty tang of exertion clouding the flavour. I want to glide into you, knowing that nothing but you is getting me there, and nothing but me made you this way. I want your hair to be like silk, slipping through my palms as I try to pull it. I want to wrap it around my fingers anyway, and then tug. I want that satisfaction.
I want to do all this, and then I want to hear you whisper how much you liked me dirty. And how much you like me clean. I want you to moan it.
(Source: o6session)
Serious red panda enacting Mecha Godzilla versus Anguirus fight.
(It would surprise me if anyone knows what I mean with this. Delving deep into the nerd box here).
(Source: kaylaconnects)
On First Meetings
After the intrigue, correspondence, exchange of photos, telephone conversations, explorations into chemistry and fit, potential webcam sessions, and development of a true connection, any natural submissive will feel the craving to come before her Dominant for the first time. A follower recently asked me to post on this topic.
First meetings are the stuff that a BDSM journey is made of, and no two are exactly alike. Especially if the submissive is a novice, coming before a Dominant for the first time.
The photo above suggests how intense a first meeting can be for a submissive. The Dominant has suggested a public place of her choosing, and has provided assurances of safety and discretion. He has carefully explained nothing more may come of the meeting (from either person’s perspective) and she should feel completely comfortable in an open exchange. He has related his preferences on how she should present herself, and he has responded to any question she has.
Yet, no matter the place or time, no matter the public setting, this is a life event for her. She will be excited (and aroused) beyond compare. And no matter her wardrobe - she may feel naked, bound, and vulnerable as she presents herself to him for the first time. Ironic, indeed, based on the extensive discussions on sexual preferences, personal delights, BDSM interests, erotic exchanges, and photos that have preceded the meeting. His comfort and ease in the situation only reinforces her feelings of nakedness and vulnerability in contemplation.
She can be a jumble of emotions. Her next decision may transport her far away from life as she has known it and give her the opportunity to journey under his hand to far-away places. She feels like she has known him for ages, and yet she stands at the edge of the abyss. Will she take that first step, falling into the fringe of darkness?
If he is the Dominant she seeks, the answer comes from within. And from without. No submissive takes the first step alone into a journey of excitement, intrigue, love, caring, devotion, and learning.
The beacon? Him. The way he magically makes this interlude feel like a joyous reunion of kindred spirits that have sought each other for eternity. His smile when he first lays eyes upon her. His joyful expression as he extends his hand. His incredibly warm and passionate embrace. Kisses that envelop her and transport her far away from this place and time. A touch that makes her feel loved, cared for, appreciated, and protected, no matter the situation or challenge.
And his whisper…..
“Relax. Breathe. And fall into me, girl.”
(Source: masterandslave)
These views…
Our planet is truly astounding.
(Source: acr0mantula)
Nothing better than being wrapped up in a giant!
-theprincess
That’s… familiar.
“Good pet. Stay still while I comb your hair.”
I’m still not…there. Like, there are things going on now that I haven’t talked to him about. Not because I’m hiding them, but because they don’t seem relevant, or I forget, or they’re just not important. Mostly because I forget I should tell him. He’s the first person I’ve had to be this honest with. That I’ve really wanted to be this honest with. I mean, I’m trying. So, I hope things get to that level. I worry about him though, and if he feels he can be honest with me. I see a lot of this from sub perspective, but what about Doms and when they feel bad and need to talk? I just wonderOne of the things that I’ve grown to count on the most in my relationship with Master is that he helps me to sit down, take a breath, and address the things that upset me. He doesn’t encourage me to drown in my sorrows, but he never lets me ignore them. When I’m sad, angry, or just frustrated, Master helps me to put things into perspective so I can acknowledge and sort through the bad things so I can get back to the good ones.
Maybe it’s because he has an unbiased perspective on the things that get under my skin. He can see things in ways that I can’t with information or experience that I may not have yet. He also has the skill and power to calm me down when I’m at the end of my rope, without which I wouldn’t be able to collect myself long enough to form a coherent thought. He knows me well enough by now that it seems effortless to me sometimes, the way he’s able to get a hold of my runaway emotions and help me to reign them in, or at least reshape them into something constructive.
Being so open and vulnerable that he’s able to see the sources of my sadness is still very new to me. I’m a very private person and before Master made me his, I wasn’t ever the sort to admit when something upset me. I was more likely to keep it to myself and hope that it didn’t rip me apart. Nowadays, I don’t even have to try. When I’m sad, I tell him. When I’m upset, I tell him. When I’m downright angry, I tell him. Sometimes, it’s tough. Sometimes, I just don’t want to face the things that get me down - but Master knows that I have to.
Master is always telling me that it’s his responsibility and his pleasure to look after his pet, even in times of crisis. A year ago, I may not have believed him completely. But now, I can hardly imagine my life any other way. I consider myself very lucky to be his pet.
One of the things that drew me to my pet was his unashamed optimism.
I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so thoroughly positive. And I don’t mean just a bit of sunshine, but genuinely being happy and friendly and literally bouncy in attitude and personality. Puppycat’s really the kind of person to watch a thriller like se7en, engage me into a conversation about the psychological profiles of the characters, then walk around the corner, and cuddlesnuggle the hell out of a kitten or a puppy, while beaming all over his face.It’s really ingrained into him. This -feel good- way of thinking. He always says he doesn’t have time to squander with things that make him unhappy, and I feel it may actually be true, but at the same time -if- something hit him… he used to hide it under a massive wall of positive bounciness.
I’ve also never met anyone with such a great range of tools to distract you if you tried to get to the ground of what may have affected him. He’s a Master of diversion in the cases his incredible skill of hiding things failed him. As we started to talk it was often difficult to see if there was darkness hiding behind his sunny behaviour. Usually he would quickly try to change the topic via jokes, via playful flirting, even by taking the devilish road of switching the conversation away from him to me, and he was more than capable of concealing that something had really rattled him to the core.
It was the little details that gave it up. The fact that something seemed to distract him, the smile that came just a fraction of a bit too late, the jokes, oh, the jokes. So corny, and yet so sweet, but clearly trying to distract away from something that needed to be addressed.
He was utterly reluctant to having that side of his explored. There was a near pouty quality to how much he disliked to have the conversation focus on him, and he made often clear that he felt bad about talking about things that upset him, so he preferred to just keep it all to himself. Keep them deep down in the dark spots where no one usually goes to look.
My pet’s fiercely independent. He’s incredibly protective of himself and his feelings and worries, and not to mention private to the utmost limit. For him to admit to someone else that he may feel angry, sad, upset or worried was a thing that was near impossible to happen, yet, at this point I know, I -trust- him to not hide it anymore. It was a lot of work, more for him than for me, but now he can talk. Now he can sit down and speak about the things that hurt and wound him, and I know that he will come to me when something affects him.
If you think most Dom/mes are 100% confident, and nothing can shake them, then you’ve just stumbled upon one of their weaknesses. There is always a bit of the fear that, as a Dominant, if you show something that can be perceived as weakness, it may cost you your submissive, because you’re not anymore this “untouchable” mythical being that is always 100% in control.
The truth is, no one is always ever 100% in control. So, for a Dominant to be able to let you see their weaknesses takes a lot of trust in turn. Which once more shows how fragile a D/s relationship can be, and how both sides can easily be placed in a position where they may end up wounded. Just because you call the shots as a Dom/me doesn’t mean you’re invulnerable.
It can be done though. Like mentioned, trust is the key, and the knowledge that this connection between Dominant and their sub extends beyond the titles.
(Source: gobuga)
One of the things that I’ve grown to count on the most in my relationship with Master is that he helps me to sit down, take a breath, and address the things that upset me. He doesn’t encourage me to drown in my sorrows, but he never lets me ignore them. When I’m sad, angry, or just frustrated, Master helps me to put things into perspective so I can acknowledge and sort through the bad things so I can get back to the good ones.
Maybe it’s because he has an unbiased perspective on the things that get under my skin. He can see things in ways that I can’t with information or experience that I may not have yet. He also has the skill and power to calm me down when I’m at the end of my rope, without which I wouldn’t be able to collect myself long enough to form a coherent thought. He knows me well enough by now that it seems effortless to me sometimes, the way he’s able to get a hold of my runaway emotions and help me to reign them in, or at least reshape them into something constructive.
Being so open and vulnerable that he’s able to see the sources of my sadness is still very new to me. I’m a very private person and before Master made me his, I wasn’t ever the sort to admit when something upset me. I was more likely to keep it to myself and hope that it didn’t rip me apart. Nowadays, I don’t even have to try. When I’m sad, I tell him. When I’m upset, I tell him. When I’m downright angry, I tell him. Sometimes, it’s tough. Sometimes, I just don’t want to face the things that get me down - but Master knows that I have to.
Master is always telling me that it’s his responsibility and his pleasure to look after his pet, even in times of crisis. A year ago, I may not have believed him completely. But now, I can hardly imagine my life any other way. I consider myself very lucky to be his pet.
One of the things that drew me to my pet was his unashamed optimism.
I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone so thoroughly positive. And I don’t mean just a bit of sunshine, but genuinely being happy and friendly and literally bouncy in attitude and personality. Puppycat’s really the kind of person to watch a thriller like se7en, engage me into a conversation about the psychological profiles of the characters, then walk around the corner, and cuddlesnuggle the hell out of a kitten or a puppy, while beaming all over his face.
It’s really ingrained into him. This -feel good- way of thinking. He always says he doesn’t have time to squander with things that make him unhappy, and I feel it may actually be true, but at the same time -if- something hit him… he used to hide it under a massive wall of positive bounciness.
I’ve also never met anyone with such a great range of tools to distract you if you tried to get to the ground of what may have affected him. He’s a Master of diversion in the cases his incredible skill of hiding things failed him. As we started to talk it was often difficult to see if there was darkness hiding behind his sunny behaviour. Usually he would quickly try to change the topic via jokes, via playful flirting, even by taking the devilish road of switching the conversation away from him to me, and he was more than capable of concealing that something had really rattled him to the core.
It was the little details that gave it up. The fact that something seemed to distract him, the smile that came just a fraction of a bit too late, the jokes, oh, the jokes. So corny, and yet so sweet, but clearly trying to distract away from something that needed to be addressed.
He was utterly reluctant to having that side of his explored. There was a near pouty quality to how much he disliked to have the conversation focus on him, and he made often clear that he felt bad about talking about things that upset him, so he preferred to just keep it all to himself. Keep them deep down in the dark spots where no one usually goes to look.
My pet’s fiercely independent. He’s incredibly protective of himself and his feelings and worries, and not to mention private to the utmost limit. For him to admit to someone else that he may feel angry, sad, upset or worried was a thing that was near impossible to happen, yet, at this point I know, I -trust- him to not hide it anymore. It was a lot of work, more for him than for me, but now he can talk. Now he can sit down and speak about the things that hurt and wound him, and I know that he will come to me when something affects him.
(Source: gobuga)
I usually don’t reblog meme stuff (at least not very often), but this one I had to.
(Source: someworriedshoes)
Jane March and Tony Leung Ka Fai in “L’Amant/The Lover” (1992)
I’ve seen this movie as I was… 16, I think, so, a few years ago, and it quite impressed me. Beautifully shot.
On Hard Use.
I get hungry. Very hungry. And mere food will not satiate me.
Dominance is sometimes about unbridled passion and hard use. It is about the rush a Dominant feels when he feeds his animal hunger and takes his girl deep, hard, and fast. And it is about the sounds she makes as she sings to him and the way she squirms as he pins her to the bed under him as he ruts.
There is no better feeling than to release my hunger in this manner, pinning her under me, grabbing her by the hair, and fucking her hard. The orgasm that comes is cathartic, and sates me in the most fulfilling way.
The beauty of the dance is simply the fact that she loves this. She too craves being pinned under me, knowing I am taking her as mine, and fucking her almost like my prey. Nothing makes her feel more desired, and nothing releases her to her own desires more than this.
Come dance with me, girl.
