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Safe
There was a post going around this week, that talked about how some people just make us feel safe.(Shout-out Bev) Safe means different things to different people. It changes from person to person. For some, feeling safe means being protected from physical harm. To know that if there's a big bad wolf at the door, that the door will hold, and the wolf can't get in. For others it means being free to be themselves without fear of judgement. Because let's face it, wolves aren't what we really have to worry about these days, are they? It's people. It's why those of us who have been hurt before are slow to let people in, and why we keep so many at arms length. Of course there are countless other things to worry about, and hopefully a way for people who experience them to feel safe, as well. I'm no different than anyone, I have my own issues from my past that makes me slow to really let people in. That being said, I'm also usually pretty good at seeing people for who they are, and I'm willing to trust my own judgement. If you're sincere about wanting to get to know me, I'm very willing to share.
On the other side of that coin, as a Dominant, as a man, as a human being, I strive to be a safe place for the people who are important to me. For someone to tell me they feel safe with me, that they trust me, is the highest compliment anyone could give me.
One time, during a play date at my home, I was doing a wax scene with a fairly new partner. I noticed she had tears running down her cheeks. I had just started, I was concerned so I stopped to check on her. I asked if she was ok, she said she was fine. That they were happy tears because although she had done scenes like that before, this was the very first time she was restrained and blindfolded and could just let go. She knew I would take care of her, that she was safe. Now, I knew I had had that "status" with other partners and obviously had it with my little slut, but nobody had ever showed me like she did that night. It left an impression on me that I still feel to this day.
I know there are people reading this that do not know me, or know me a little, but not enough for them to feel safe with me. I used to get upset when someone didn't just automatically assume that I meant them no harm. I hadn't learned how much damage some people had endured at the hands of this cruel world. But after taking a few hits myself, and regrettably, delivering a few, I've learned to just give it time. That people will let you in on their own timeline, and that trying to rush them will only slow that timeline down.
So to those of you that have your tribe that make you feel safe, let them know. I promise you it will make their day, and who doesn't want to make someone's day? Especially a person who makes you feel the way they do.
To those of you still seeking your tribe, just be patient, be steady, and be mindful of the people around you. They may be your tribe, they're just on their own timeline.
“Be with someone who would drive five hours, just to see you for one.”
— Latelycravingmore
Claimed
She shivers with anticipation. She knows what’s about to happen, and the thought of it has been driving her mad, all day. Ever since he told her what he was going to do, tonight, she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. She couldn’t help but smile and bite her lip while using the rest room this afternoon at work, when she looked down at her panties and saw the creamy wet spot. She snapped a pic of this evidence, like he had instructed, and sent it to him. And now here she was, standing in the bedroom, waiting for him. Her heart is racing, she can hear him moving around in the next room. He had sent her in here and told her to strip, that he would be in shortly. When he was done, they would cook dinner together. She began to feel a little silly, being so excited about such a small thing, but still, it wasn’t a small thing to either of them. Just then the bedroom door opens, and he’s standing there, holding it I’m his hand. He walks up to her and tells her to get on the bed, on all fours. Without a word, she obeys, her heart about to jump out of her throat. He stands next to the bed, caressing her ass he starts to speak. “We both know that this ass belongs to me, but I think its time I give you a little something, to help you remember on those tough days, when we’re apart.” She hears him open the drawer in the bedside table. Soon there’s a cool sensation on her asshole, as she feels his lubed finger slipping around the outside, then sliding in a few times. He instructs her to take a deep breath, and let it out, as he presses the small jeweled butt plug against her anus, and gently starts to work it in. Her head starts to spin a little, as he slowly fucks her ass with just the tip of the plug, gradually working it in, deeper. Then all at once, she feels it just slip into place, and a feeling of accomplishment overwhelms her. She feels a little tear in her eye, and can’t help but giggle a little. “Thank you, Sir” He smiles, bends down and plants a gentle kiss on her buttcheek, then a light swat. “You took that very well, I’m proud of you” he tells her. “Now get up, and let’s go make some dinner…and you can just leave your clothes in here, you won’t be needing them the rest of the evening.”
Rebirth
Movement. That’s all she could see in the slit of light under the blindfold. She listened to his voice as he instructed her to give him her hands. She felt him place the stiff leather cuffs on each of her wrists, then heard a snap, as he clipped them to the table she was lying on. He moves toward her feet, and attaches more leather cuffs to her ankles. She hears the familiar snap, only this time she feels her ankles being pushed wide apart, as she realizes he has a spreader bar attached to her ankle cuffs. She tries to raise her hand, testing her freedom. She feels it thru her entire body, as the clip catches and she knows she’s now helplessly captive. She feels the telltale dribble between her pussy lips, and blushes a little. Her body is betraying her, giving away her secrets. She feels his hands on her skin, trailing his fingers up her leg, as he walks back around to the side of the table. At first her body tenses at his touch, but then a calmness comes over her. Something she has never experienced before. Sure, she has been restrained before, but this time is different. He had a calmness to him, he’s different than the rest. He’s the first man she ever felt comfortable truly giving herself to. For the first time, the restraints seem freeing, instead of restricting. She doesn’t know what he’s going to do, but she knows what he won’t. He knows her limits, they talked about them, he’s been patiently grooming her for this. Learning her body and reactions. Teaching her, letting her sample little things. They had talked about safewords, and what they meant, and when to use them. But tonight would be the first time he would put it all together. She had pushed to do it sooner, but he insisted that it would be better for both of them, if they took their time. She feels his hand make its way to her breast, then to her nipple. He traces the very tip, so lightly she can barely feel it, yet it’s sending tremors thru her body. A soft gasp comes from her lips. His finger turns, and she feels the edge of his nail, drag down between her breasts, and do a small circle on her belly. The anticipation is killing her, making her squirm and pull against her restraints. She feels his breath on her neck and cheek, as he bends down and whispers in her ear. “Here we go”. And as he began, she was reborn.
Black streaks
As you kneel in front of me, my cock, still flacid, bumps against your lips. Obediently, you open your mouth and take me in. Your tongue gliding along its length, it instantly starts to grow. I tangle my fingers in your hair, pulling your head down onto my rapidly growing cock, forcing it back to your throat. You try to pull back, but I hold you firm. I look down at your watering eyes, take mercy on you, and relax my grip. My fingers still in your hair, I start a steady rhythm, fucking your mouth, each time pushing a little deeper. You try to resist, but again, my grip is too strong. I settle into a steady pace, gradually pushing the limits of your gag reflex. Tears, mixed with makeup leave black trails down your cheeks, yet, through the tears, I can detect the traces of utter bliss. I feel I’m getting close, my pace picks up, my breathing growing faster, you feel my cock swelling bigger, you know I’m going to cum, I feel your body tense as an orgasm tears thru you, I tighten my grip, and in one final thrust, I bury my cock into your throat, you feel it twitch, then my hot cum splashes into the back of your throat. I hold you there, til the last pulse is done, then pull my cock from your mouth. Together, we lay down and fall asleep…..
Explaining the D/s Hierarchy
Its simple, really
Submissive needs
Dominant needs
Dominant wants
Submissive wants
My submissive needs to eat,
I need to eat
I want a double cheese and pepperoni pizza
My submissive wants a ham and pineapple pizza
At this point, we invoke the D/s Hierarchy, and I explain to her that while she needs to eat, she doesn’t need to eat pineapple on her pizza. Furthermore, I want to eat pizza without that sweet yellow devil food corrupting every savory bite, therefore her want of that nasty shit is rendered mute.
Is this accurate, @instructor144 ?
What the Fuck Just Happened?!
Fact: We toured Mammoth Cave on Sunday
Fact: a fungus has killed 85% of the bat population in Mammoth Cave
Fact: To curb the spread of the fungus to other caves, the guides spray your shoes with a fungicide after you leave the cave
Fact: My tour guide had a cough she attributed to a cold
Fact: As today has worn on, I’ve felt what feels like a cold or sinus infection coming on
Fact: My kids picked up their schedules from school today
Fact: The parking lot to the National Park welcome center was full of cars from several different states
Now, let’s throw in a little fiction…
Fiction: The fungicide doesn’t kill all the spores it contacts, thus strengthening the fungus that’s killing the bats.
Fiction: The stronger, mutated fungus can now survive outside of the cave environment
Fiction: The stronger, mutated fungus can now infect humans
Fiction: the tour guides cough is actually a fungal infection that will not respond to antifungal medications, and her illness will quickly escalate and she will die.
Fiction: I have contacted the same infection, as have the rest of my family, and our fates will all be the same as the tour guides
Fiction: My kids have passed the infection to the people at their school
Fiction: I spread the infection to several coworkers
Fiction: Several of the people that were driving those cars we saw from different states have done the same thing
Fiction: People start dying all over the country from a mystery fungal infection, and before anyone can trace it back to Mammoth Cave, 85% of the human population is eradicated
And just like that, I wrote a fact based alternate premise to the beginning of Stephen King’s post apocalytic masterpiece, The Stand, in which the world’s population is wiped out by a military engineered strand of the flu virus, that accidentally leaks into the population.
Pretty cool, huh?
Time
Time. We waste it, kill it, we try to save it, although sometimes those efforts end up costing us more of it, we say that we “make” it, but what we actually do is borrow it from other aspects of our lives. But the best thing you can do with your time, is give it. Whether that be to your family, your friends, your community (kink or otherwise), or to a worthy cause. Admittedly, I’ve spent entirely too much time on barstools, or staring at a television or my phone, or doing all three at the same time. I’ve sold a huge piece of my time to employers, in exchange for the money it takes to support myself and my family. But what’s left over, I’ve tried to give, generously, to whomever needed it. I’ve spent hours talking with new people in our community about the ins and outs of the kinky life. Some of which have been appreciative, and some not so much. But I still respond with enthusiasm, whenever someone contacts me with a question or asking advice. Same with event hosts. I’m always willing to try to show up early, to help set up, and lend some muscle where it’s needed. Again, some are appreciative, and some sort of just took it for granted. Yet I still offer, whenever I have the time to give. All of this time is “made” by borrowing it from my family, or stealing it from my employer, in the form of sneaking a little phone time in, while on the clock. Lately, I’ve been seeing more and more friends and loved ones running out of time, way too soon. It has made me think that maybe I’m being a bit too generous with my precious time, and that maybe I should be a bit more frugal. Maybe not give my time away so freely, to those that are less appreciative, or who take it for granted. This will inevitably hurt some people’s feelings, I’m sure. Honestly, though, it will also be a difficult adjustment for myself. After all, the feeling you get when you give so generously, can be very fulfilling and sort of addictive. Especially when your gift is met with love and appreciation. But conversely, when it’s not appreciated, it stings, even hurts, and can make you bitter. Maybe I’ve felt like my sacrifices haven’t been matched by some of the people I make them for, and I myself have become bitter. Maybe that’s part of what has spawned this writing.
Pffft…I ain’t even close to being done with her yet
Been with her for over 25 years. Had a lot of good times, our share of bad times, some hard times we made it thru together, and a few brief moments of easy times. We’ve collected friends, lost friends, collected habits, kicked habits, collected kids, raised kids, STILL raising kids, and yet now, all these years later, thru all the good and bad, I will leave work early just so I can come home, have some private time with her and fuck her like we were teenagers. Fuck her til my stomach muscles ache the next day. She’s still the one…my main squeeze…my slut…and my baby girl. Over 25 years together, married nearly 22, and I ain’t even close to being done with her yet. Love you @thehiddensideofkim
No apologies
I work my way thru life, as an extrovert. I’m outgoing and have the gift of gab. I meet a lot of people, and many of them I consider friends on some level or another. But I’m fickle about who I allow close to me. You may feel like you’re close, but life has made me hard. You can’t bullshit me, you can’t pretend with me. Because while I’m smiling and hugging you and listening to your stories, I’m watching your eyes. I’m watching your hands. I’m watching the twinges in your face that show me your insecurity, and when you’re embellishing your story. I see these things in your actions as plainly as I see the movement of your lips. I feel your words, and can taste bullshit. I’ve worked hard to understand myself, and what makes me tick. I know what I can and cannot tolerate. It disappoints me when I see the the things I cannot tolerate in someone I otherwise like. I will make every effort to be sure about what I’m seeing. I give many chances, more so than you will ever know. But when I reach my breaking point, when that line is crossed, I will cut you out of my life, drop the knife, and turn around and walk away. I feel no guilt for this, because that knife I dropped was handed to me by you.
Dominant Maintenance
We see a lot of information about caring for s-types. About maintenance spankings, about making them feel wanted, needed, and loved. But what about us D-types? We’re supposed to be the strong ones, the ones that keep it together, that have to be the rock in the relationship. That’s our responsibility, right? Of course it is, but even the largest of rocks are vulnerable to the erosions of time.
In real life power exchange relationships, with family, vanilla friends, coworkers and children around you every day, you typically have to cloak your protocols at some level or the other. After time, that cloaking starts to become the norm, and at least for me, I need a break from it. I need some time with just myself and my slave, in private, to remove the cloak. I need her naked at my feet, looking up at me with those eyes that tell me every ounce of her belongs to me. All the cloaks and hiding gone. To be able to make her crawl to me, beg me to use her, take my time, exercise my patience, and re-energize our dynamic. I need to be able to take her to dinner and order her food. Let her feel kept, and remind myself that I’m the one keeping her.
I don’t use such terms very often, as I’m not a spiritual man, but I’m blessed with a wonderful slave, who believes in me more than any other person I’ve ever known. I know that she belongs to me, that I own her heart and soul. Of that I need no reassurance. We do our best to practice our dynamic on a day to day basis. But sometimes I just need that little extra that comes from having time alone. I call that time dominant maintenance.
Satellites
Spinning around this world,
In seemingly random orbits,
Occasionally two satellites align,
And everything seems to just fit,
But then a little collision,
Sets one or the other astray,
It seems the world will end,
As one starts drifting away,
But satellites are everywhere,
And come from every direction,
So stay on your own course,
And wait for the next connection.
The Gift
In our travels thru the maze that is FetLife and the local fetish community, we often times hear the phrase “The gift of submission”. I personally do believe that submission is a gift, just as I believe that dominance is also a gift. The two dance together, wonderfully, and when it’s right, it’s intoxicating for all parties involved. To me, the real gift, is what the involved parties share with each other. On a related note, we also hear a lot about the strength it takes to submit one’s will to another. While I also agree with that, what we don’t hear as much about, is the strength it takes to be a dominant. To have someone look at you like you hung the moon, and hold you in such high esteem, that you put pressure on yourself to try to live up to their image of you. To be the guide they look to, to take them on this journey, even when you yourself are unsure of which route is correct. For me, sometimes, that pressure can be immensely overwhelming, and at times, I wonder if it’s all worth it. But then, I remember what I get from my gift. First of all, I get their gift, in return. As many of you know, I’m lucky enough to have a slave that has been my wife for 20 years. She’s the part of me that makes me me, and she’s irreplaceable in my life. I love her despite her faults and insecurities, just like she loves me, thru mine. Also, over the past few years, I’ve had the opportunity to have other submissives in my life, that have been both friends and lovers. So I know what you’re thinking, you think I do it for sex. Nothing could be further from the truth. While yes, we have our fun, sex is only a small part of what I get from being a dominant. What really makes it all worthwhile, is knowing I’m needed, that I’m helping them in some way. Providing support, positive motivation, and sometimes just a shoulder to cry on. Even that afore mentioned look that puts so much pressure on me, is something I crave. The thing that bothers me most is, when one of my girls is feeling low, and shuts down. It frustrates me to no end. When they shut down, and I don’t hear from them, it makes me feel useless to them. I feel like they’re lack of communication is denying me of being needed and also denying themselves of any help I may be able to offer. This particular pond, is some of the murkiest waters I have to navigate, and quite honestly, I suck at it. I try to be patient, I try to bite my tongue, but then that dominant side steps up and refuses to take a back seat. I end up being the opposite of what I hope to be. Instead of being positive and supportive, I become negative and dismissive. Feeling that person that had put you on such a pedestal, remove you from that pedestal, is heartbreaking.
What I seek in a partner
So you’re interested in me and my type of Dominance? Well, I’m going to warn you up front, that it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. You see, only the right person will fit with me and I won’t settle for less. I feel the need to make some points clear, before we go any further, and that’s what this writing is all about.
First of all, my wife/slave is my most prized possession. If you want to be with me, you’ll need to be with her, too. This doesn’t mean intimacy, just a healthy relationship, with mutual respect. I don’t date, or attend events without her, no matter the situation. We have a set of rules that we both abide by, and if we start into talks, together, we’ll make them very clear to you, before we go any further. You’ll need to work as hard to develop a relationship with her, as you do with me. She’s sharing her Master and husband of over 20 years, don’t expect her to chase you for that privelege, that’s on you. While she doesn’t need to know every aspect of our relationship, if there’s something she asks me about, I will tell her. A relationship like this is built on trust and transparency, and secrets have no place in one. And if you’re not careful, you might just get a good friend out of it. She’s one of the most caring and generous people I have ever known.
Second, I need to talk about what I expect from my potential submissive. Quite simply, I expect power exchange, in other words, surrender. Does this mean I want someone to mindlessly follow me? Not at all, but if you’re with me, you’ll trust me to be your guide thru this crazy lifestyle. Questions and concerns will be brought up at the proper time, and not while we’re out at an event, or otherwise getting ready to engage in play. I expect loyalty from my submissive. I’m not against letting you play with other people, but I expect you to hold me above all others, and make me your “safe place” in your kink world. I expect my submissive to conduct themselves in a responsible manner, and to carry themselves with grace. If you want to brat me, be prepared to accept the consequences of your actions.
Now that we’ve covered the important topics, let’s talk about play. I like impact, I like to get up in front of a crowd and play at big events, and show off a little. I give a damned good impact scene, that just keeps getting better, as the trust and comfort level grows between us. I’m also very fond of firecups, and wax/knife scenes. As the trust and comfort level grow, I will want to get into more intimate, sexual play. While this isn’t something I would expect on the first couple of play dates, it WILL be expected. I’m a reaction junkie, all the weird things that you wouldn’t expect to turn you on, turns ME on. Things like forced orgasms, orgasm control and denial, genital torture, fisting, and anything else my devious mind can dream up, will also be on the table, as will sex. As to my personal hard limits, blood and needles are not my kink, but I’m lucky enough to know some people that it is there’s, and I would be happy to set something up for you, whenever the opportunity arises. Besides that, just about anything else is on the table.
Now you may be asking “What’s in it for me, if I jump thru all these hoops?”
Well, I’ll tell you, you get a real dominant, born with an alpha personality, and a healthy dose of empathy. It’s a rare combination. I care for people. I protect and nurture my submissives, in hopes of making them the best version of themselves, they can be. I truly enjoy being a positive presence in someone’s life. Like I mentioned earlier, a “safe place” for you to come to. We typically get out a couple of times a month, and you’ll be welcome to join us wherever we may be attending. My slave and I are well known and respected members of the local kink community, and are welcome to many events, both public and private. We like to have fun, and while the nature of this writing seems very business like, I assure you that’s just so we can get the business out of the way, and get on to the fun stuff. I have healthy relationships with most (nobody’s perfect…lol) of my former play partners and submissives, and I welcome you to talk to them, and ask them about us, for yourself. On the vanilla side, we can meet for dinner and drinks between events, and possibly even more, depending on your wants or needs.
Like I said in the beginning, I know that I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. But I am a unique blend of Dominant and pervert that lends itself to some very exciting times. If you think you would want to explore the topics of this writing with me, I’m available to chat on kik, my screen name on there is cockymccockerson all one word. Stop laughing, it’s a carry over from my twitter acct, and I’ve never bothered to change it. If this is not something you think is right for you, I understand, no hard feelings, and I hope we can still be friends.
Is It Worth It?
Random note about myself, I'm protective to a fault. Today I left work, because it was cold. I was concerned about my wife and kids being home,with the temperature so low. I was afraid if something went wrong here at the house, I would be an hour away, and I just didn't feel comfortable with that. So I left, I gave my boss an excuse, and I left. Thoughts like these come to me every day. I see a friend doing something that could hurt them, my first instinct is to try to intervene. I don't always act on that instinct, but when I do, I need to remember that my fears may not come to being. That my fear could be irrational, or based on a presumption. And also remember that when intervening, that all I can do is state my fear, and give that friend the right to choose their own path, instead of being angered by the simple fact that their fears don't parallel my own. Too many times, I've offered up some advice to someone, had them not heed said advice, and allowed that to make me angry at the very friend I was trying to protect. This seems counterproductive in the grand scheme of things. You don't want your friend to be hurt, but then you become angry with them, because they don't share your fear, then you give them a hurt, yourself. It's hard work, letting someone go do their thing. You want to check in on them, but you're not sure if it would further irritate them, considering you've already done some damage. So you avoid them. Letting them cool down, letting yourself cool down, then you approach them after a period of time. Again, counterproductive, you're wasting valuable time, not being their friend, just because you got butt hurt over them not listening to you. So I ask you, is it worth it? Is it worth it to worry, and stress over what your friends or family members might be doing? Is it worth it to risk a friendship over silly fears? What do you get back out of it? The satisfaction of being right? It has to be more than that, right? You're not THAT shallow, are you? It's more than that, right? Unless their mistake effects you, why should you care what they do? Maybe we worry, cuz we fear the guilt of NOT saying something, and something bad, that could have been averted, happens. Or maybe we worry that if something bad happens, that might effect your relationship with that person. So is it worth it, to be so protective? Yes