KneelingFireWife

I'm Christy, 32 and submissive to my Dominant Husband. We are fairly new to the D/s lifestyle, but have had a predominantly D/s relationship before we knew what it was. I write about our marriage, relationship and my depression/anxiety. We aren’t big on protocol, and we feel like we have a normal old fashioned relationship where he is 100% in charge. I am always open to respectful/honest/sincere questions, others will be blocked. 18+ to follow.

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Don’t go easy on me

When I don’t do the thing I say I will, when I sass at the wrong time, or when I do something only halfheartedly, please don’t go easy on me.

It’s easy to punish me when disobedience is blatant. When I break a rule knowingly and willingly, when I push too hard, or act petulantly, the path is clear. But what about when the waters are muddied? What about the grey area? What about the times when I ‘bend’ the rules, hiding behind pedantry and the letter of the law?

Those times are an opportunity to show me that you’re watching. They are a chance to create stability. To build a structure around me that will support me when I feel too weak to support myself.

There is no kindness in ‘letting it slide’, in a ‘first warning’, or a three strike policy. Submissives thrive on structure, on consistency, and on knowing what to expect. There is love to be found in the bondage of rules, and affection echoes every time you make it clear that the rules do not bend, I do.

[cherishedproperty]

Amen.

[erotiquesplaisirs]

[daddys-little-sweetheart2-deact]

❦

[kneelingfirewife]

I truly am sorry if anything I have ever done or said has caused you pain. I have never intended to cause you sorrow, or heartache, and truly hope that in time your heart can forgive me and heal. I will do everything in my power to make this better.

I will and have always been extremely grateful for you being there in my, and your brothers’ times of need. However, a few good deeds, no matter how much effort or care was put in, do not balance out the horrible way in which I feel that you have treated me and your brother for the past four years.

As much as you need me to know that I have hurt you, I need you to know and understand that it has been a daily struggle to forgive you and forget the things you have done to hurt me. Mainly, you have a blatant disrespect for me, my wishes and opinions, since we met. (If you would like examples of these I would be happy to provide you with them). You have made me feel insignificant, belittled me, invalidated my feelings and then blame it on the fact that I am an only child so that is why I don’t understand. You create chaos by blowing things up, twisting words, or assuming things were said about you without asking for clarity in a respectful and non-accusatory manner, and then accuse me of being dramatic. In all the ways that you have treated me, you expect me to do the opposite. With you, I don’t have a right to feel the way I do. You will offer a fake apology, saying “you’re sorry I took it that way” or “that’s not what you meant and I should get over it”. I don’t feel like you have ever appreciated the way that your actions make me feel. Anytime I have expressed the way that I feel, instead of offering an apology, you immediately get defensive and try to justify your behavior. Every fake apology I have gotten from you has been meant to make me feel guilty or wrong, making yourself the victim. I feel that you express absolutely no empathy for my feelings, or remorse for the way I feel. Of all the things you have said that I have hurt you, none of them were intentional or planned. But I absolutely feel that you have intentionally hurt me and your brother over the last five years, whether it be in retaliation or not. Saying I am reluctant to give you another chance at being in my life, as well as my sons’ life is an understatement.

It has caused me an unbearable amount of pain and suffering, depression, anxiety, and most days has gotten the best of me. The pain has been debilitating, often leaving me feeling hopeless because nothing I ever do will be good enough to be accepted in your family and loved unconditionally. I have always struggled with depression but I have never known it on this level. I have, come to the realization that you will not stop until you have accomplished what you want; removing me from your brother’s life, at any cost. And some days, you have almost beaten me. Days when I secretly drank the pain away with no one knowing. Days when your daggers tore through me enough to keep me in bed all day. Days when nothing but tears would fall from my eyes. Days when I wanted to take my own life, because it was the only way I could never feel this pain from you again. In my heart I knew that it was the only way that I could ever get away from you. And quite frankly, I think you would be happy about it, because I would be gone and you would have your brother all to yourself. The only reason I’m still alive is because of how much I love your brother. How much I know it would absolutely devastate him and cause him unbearable pain. And no matter how much pain I feel, I could never imagine inflicting that amount of unbearable pain on him for the rest of his life.

But I will continue to survive. I will continue to wake up. I will continue to live with the anxiety and depression that debilitates me. I will try, day in and day out, every day until I am able to fully forgive you. I will continue to tell myself that this pain is temporary, and God has prepared a place for me with no more suffering and no more pain. It’s a process of growth and healing, one that God has placed in my life for a reason. And each day when I think of this situation, and when my brain can’t fathom how I can forgive you, I keep telling myself it’s possible.  Forgiveness means letting go of anger and resentment, not seeking revenge or hanging onto bitterness. Forgiveness is unconditional. But it doesn’t mean there aren’t consequences, or that things will remain the same or go back to as if nothing happened. I know within my heart. someday, I can forgive you for how I feel you have wronged me and my family. But I also know, that this pain won’t magically cease to exist, and the scar left won’t heal overnight. But I can work on forgiving you, a little more every day, and realize this pain is only temporary and with time the pain will cease, but I will always see these scars

[kneelingfirewife]

#DearHusband

Dear Husband,

Let me stay by saying that I will love you forever, to infinity, no matter what circumstances arise in our marriage. Even if the ability for us to be sexually intimate with each other is taken from either of us, I will love you. I will never leave you. My love for you is not based on whether we have sex. My desire for sex with you stems from the overwhelming feelings of love I have for you. A kind of love I never knew before you. The kind of love I wish I would have waited to give myself for. There is no way I could ever be happier without you. I will never let our marriage fall apart.

There are so many things that have contributed to where we are sexually now, but I never have our energy into seeing it through your eyes. I've been selfish. My selfish desires overcome my love for you sometimes, and for that I am sorry. I desire to have sex with the man I love, respect and admire... all the time. I selfishly try to control things sometimes, from sex to finances to life-changing decisions like having another child, when I should be trusting you and your guidance. I want to live in a way that means we maintain an intimate connection, that makes us husband and wife, and to finally relinquish the control I thought I wanted.

Know that this decision is not out of resentment, or wanting to change you, but to make myself the wife that was perfectly designed for you.

So here's my promise to you,

I promise to always say yes to sex and be available to you. I promise to submit to your sexual needs. I promise to not reject you. I promise to actively participate in sex. I promise to give you all of me. I promise to give you oral sex. I promise to be open to new things sexually. I promise to not be self conscious and let you always see me naked. I promise to not make excuses. I promise to make an effort to be romantic. I promise to always be open about talking about our sex life, no matter how challenging certain conversations might be. I promise to give you free unfettered sexual access to my body.

I promise to only build you up when we are in public. I promise to submit you your authority and not challenge it. I promise to listen to your guidance. I promise to let you have the final say on decisions. I promise to tell you what I need. I promise to think before I speak. I promise to challenge you appropriately. I promise to love you unselfishly. I promise to respect you. I promise to listen to your guidance. I promise to give you all of me.

I completely put my trust in your vision for our family. I wholeheartedly respect your place of accountability and authority in our marriage.

I love you forever.

Love,

Your Wife.

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[bbbwitched]

I’ve posted it many times.

Just a beautiful photo.

[daddys-little-sweetheart2-deact]

❦

[shadowedsub]

How to make a girl squirt

There are many steps which describe the process about how to make a girl squirt, but all is needed are fingers and oral job. The best advice is to try with exploration in different things, different numbers of fingers, different parts of her pussy and ass. Most important is to be innovative and inventive.

Surely, some of the best fingering comes in conjunction with oral, but there is a little secret that gives to any women best orgasm of her life.

Here are step by step instructions how to make a girl squirt:

You can start by performing oral on her inner thighs, clitoris and labia especially, to start getting her relaxed and wet. You must continually suck and lick the clitoris throughout the duration of the whole oral act, because oral increases power, pleasure and increases chances of female ejaculating orgasm.

With the hand you write with, take two fingers closest to your thumb (pointer and middle finger) and make them wet with her pussy juice or with your mouth. The most important thing is to make sure your nails are trimmed and not sharp, because you could hurt her.

Slide those two fingers in, with the fingerprint part of the fingers facing up (nails down), slide them in firmly but slowly, as far as they will go without using too much pressure. If she is really tight you may need to start with one, and if there is a lot of wetness but resistance, you may need to tease and taste her pussy some more. Once you get those fingers in, tease her inner walls slowly with the pads of your fingers, and get her even more juicy. When you think that she is ready to have the orgasm of her life, you may begin:

Now you will maneuver your fingers to find her g-spot. Yes, it exists, and yes, every woman has one. Slide your fingers in about 2 inches, UP, and then BACK towards the front of the pussy (like you’re going up behind her clitty). Her g-spot is actually a patch of her inner walls which is on the FRONT INNER WALL of her pussy, above the hole itself. So, in, up, and back towards the entrance. You should feel, on that wall, a very rough patch of skin rougher than the rest of her smooth inner pussy. You’ve found it. Congratulations.

By making a beckoning motion with your two fingers (a come hither, bending fingers motion), you should be able to pull the fingerprint/pad part of the tips of your two fingers against that spot. Try it. Pull back against it with your two fingers and press a little. Tease it, stimulate it with your fingers. Make her feel good. She should be squirming and breathing very heavily by now.

As you start to rhythmically tap/press/pull your fingertips against the g-spot, she should start getting wetter. If you’re doing it right, and she’s comfortable with it, you’ll start to hear squelching, sponge-like sounds. The g-spot is like a sponge, it contains a lot of liquid, and feels rough. Keep pressing your fingers against it, over and over, rhythmically, with the same kind of rhythm as if you were sliding your cock in and out of her pussy.

As she starts to get wetter, and enjoy it more, start doing it harder. The more she thrashes from side to side, the harder you do it. Eventually, you can replace the tapping/poking of the g-spot with an outright speed-sliding of those two fingers in and out of her hole. Do it faster and faster, maintain the rhythm, but increase the force. Even when you’re slamming them straight in and out of her hole, try and maintain an upward, outward force with the fingertips, so you’re still pressing up against that g-spot even as you’re slamming her with your fingers with reckless abandon.

Through all of this, she should be squelching, squirming and OBVIOUSLY loving it. If she’s not, you should stop. If she says it hurts (especially if she says it more than once, you might want to stop or at LEAST slow down or not do it so hard. Make sure she’s always wet, not dry for any period of time.

Now here’s the crucial part. When she gets close to ejaculation, she will say that she needs to pee. SHE DOES NOT NEED TO PEE. It’s just a temporary sensation that will pass, but you have to make sure she knows about it beforehand, and you have to make sure she does not stop you, and you do not desist in your slamming. Hold her legs apart with the other hand, if you have to. You can even use your head or knees or whatever to hold her legs open, but make sure she stays relatively still (or she might get hurt on your fingers) and that you KEEP GOING. In fact, when she needs to pee, that’s when you should start doing it harder, cause orgasm is around the corner.

10-50 seconds after the pee sensation begins, she will start to cum. When she does, DON’T STOP. Just do it harder and harder and harder, pressuring the g-spot upwards all the while. Now she should start to ejaculate. She’ll scream, and her pussy will start shooting clear (transparent), odorless liquid all over the place. There could be a lot of it, it might soak you completely and soak the sheets and everything around her, so make sure you’re prepared.

I guarantee you, if she’s never had one before, the squirting orgasm will be the best orgasm of her life. In my experience, 97% of women are capable of having them, and in certain circumstances, I think it’s more like 99.9%. If you want her to ejaculate in great volumes, have her drink lots of water before you do it, and stay well hydrated. Once she’s finished squirting, SHE CAN SQUIRT AGAIN. Especially if you didn’t do it too hard, and still got her to cum, you can usually start all over, and between one and ten minutes later, she’ll be squirting again. Usually, you have to do it harder each time. My record is seven. The girl that squirted seven times in 45 minutes passed out for 6 hours afterward (it’s physically exhausting and dehydrating) so be careful if you try more than 2 at once.

Most girls pass out after a couple of them. This can make a girl fall in love and at the very least want to fuck your brains out, so use it wisely rather than to your advantage. Don’t take advantage of people using this. If you do it wrong, or if she’s on her period, she might bleed. That’s usually okay, but just make sure you don’t hurt her, and you stop if she’s screaming with pain, rather than pleasure.

You should always have a safe word with your partner, and you should always make sure she knows what you intend to do and that she’s fine with it. Enjoy this, and I hope it works out for you; I hope it works out for HER, even more so. If it does well, just wait and see. I’m jealous of women because of g-spot orgasms! There’s NO male equivalent it’s just absolute ecstasy, nothing less. Remember there are at least fifty ways to make a woman cum (actually lots more) and at least five different types of orgasms so don’t limit yourselves to this whether it works or not.

[dominantlife]

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[amysubmits]

Needing My Submission

When I think about a person needing the submission of another it makes me a little uncomfortable at first.

My mind goes to the person in my family who has always felt entitled to getting his own way, who takes what he wants and spits out what is left and never thinks twice about those who he is taking from or those he is stepping on. He loses his mind when people disagree with him, he’s desperate for the power high that he gets from getting others to bend to his will. He’s a selfish self-absorbed asshole who doesn’t have a dominant bone in his body. If I hate anyone I’ve ever met, it’s him. He is nothing like @cynicaldom. 

I guess what I’m trying to get out of the way is…I think it’s usually a terrible thing to feel entitled to power. I think a big part of what helps to keep a good Dominant’s feet on the ground is remembering that they have to earn the power they want to be given, and that they earn it in part by being careful with the one they are accepting submission from. CD does his best to do those things, but he also needs my submission.  He doesn’t need it in a survival sense. He wouldn’t lose his mind without it. Yet he needs my submission in the sense that he couldn’t be as happy or fulfilled without it because it fills something really deep inside of him. It’s not really any different than what his Dominance does for me, I suppose. I think I was just hesitant to accept that he needs my submission because for so long I didn’t see the difference between needing submission and feeling entitled to power. They can certainly be different things.  

So I’ve accepted that he needs my submission, and I’ve come to the realization lately that I need to be reminded that CD needs my submission sometimes. Nothing comes close to how it feels to be reminded that he doesn’t just enjoy my submission but he needs it in order to be his best, happiest self. It’s more meaningful to me than when it’s something he needs instead of just likes or enjoys. This realization has been such a long time in the making. 

I knew pretty much from the beginning that I wasn’t someone who enjoyed pain. I knew I was tender-hearted and eager to please. Pleasing CD makes my heart soar, and disappointing him is devastating. With all of that in mind, I’ve always been so confused about my occasional need to test him, to be ‘put in my place’ or the urge to act out. Because it crushes me when I cross a line. So why does a non-masochist sometimes think she wants to reach out and grab the electric fence, right? It’s never made sense to me.  

The urge to test him happened far more frequently when we were new to domestic discipline. Early on it happened a couple times a month, perhaps. We learned fairly early on that adding more rules helped me to feel his dominance more regularly. He also just grew into really embracing leadership more as we settled into DD more. That got rid of the desire to test him for the most part. Yet it didn’t totally go away - it just went from being every couple of weeks to being perhaps every two or three months. Sometimes after I’ve acted out CD feels it was because he wasn’t as present as he normally was. I do think a lack of presence can cause the feeling, but on many of the occasions where I’ve wanted to test him, he has been present so I know that is not the singular cause of this feeling. 

We’ve tried a lot of things to address that desire to act out. We tried maintenance and role-reminder spankings but they didn’t help. I’ve tried just being more focused on my rules once I feel the urge. I can behave for a week or better if I give it my all, but that just feels like ignoring the feeling because it doesn’t fade over time. I don’t intentionally disobey, but it’s as if this need to test is this angst boiling under the surface and no matter what I do, I end up getting distracted or emotional about something and then the angst boils over into misbehavior. 

Yet I’ve also noticed that on rare occasion the feeling has faded without crossing a line. Sometimes it fades if I ‘poke the bear’ enough to get him to playfully put me in my place. But probably 9 times out of 10, we’ll roughhouse and it’s fun but it doesn’t make the feeling fade. For a long time, I couldn’t make sense of why it worked on rare occasion but not others. 

Several months ago CD suggested that sometimes rough sex works. Frankly, I was convinced he was just totally wrong about that at first. How could this urge to test him have anything to do with sex? It seemed totally non-sexual to me. 

But after he said he thought that was the case, one day I was feeling testy but I hadn’t told him about it and had behaved well. The next day he came home from a long day and grabbed me and stripped me and used me hard until we were both totally spent. Afterward I realized the urge had left. This baffled me completely, as I was still confident this wasn’t a sexual longing, yet sex made it go away. 

Sometimes urge can also go away if he takes control in a new way. For example, several months ago he told me not to wander off while we were in a store together. A few weeks ago he came in to check on me when I was in a store because I took longer than he expected to come out. When I ‘catch’ him taking care of me in a new way, or taking control in a new way that sometimes works too.

I finally figured out what the feeling is. It’s me wanting him to show me how much he needs my submission. When it happens from sex, it’s when I can tell he is not just horny but when he’s been thinking about taking what is his all day. When there is a certain look in his eye, a raw, primal type of assertiveness, where he needs to use me and not just to get off but to soothe something deeper in him. When he uses me that way it makes me feel completely claimed and while it’s sexually satisfying it also just makes me feel so useful, so helpful, so needed. There is such a deep sense of satisfaction in knowing that he needed something I could provide, he took it and it reset him. 

The reason on rare occasion why it works to ‘poke the bear’ comes down to when he needs to put me in my place. When I playfully poke at him, he knows I’m asking to struggle, to be overpowered and put in my place, and he almost always obliges me. But most of the time, he’s just reacting to my taunting and while he enjoys playing back, most of the time it’s not a need for him, it’s just playful, so it doesn’t satisfy that deep itch in me. On rare occasion I poke him in just the right way, it doesn’t quite cross the line into being inappropriate, but it pushes a button in him that makes him feel like he needs to remind me of my place, not for me but for him. That’s when it makes the itch go away for me. 

When he takes control in a new way that I didn’t ask for, it’s essentially a leash tug, but it feels different from a leash-tug that he is doing because I asked for it, because if he initiates it, that he needs more of my submission. 

The need isn’t to break a rule or to get in trouble. Sometimes I go a bit too close and cross a line, but what I’m hungering for is to see how much he needs my submission. 

[kneelingfirewife]

Depression is sneaky

I have denied it for years. Not for the fear of judgement from others, it goes much deeper than that. I've never been one to ask for help, I've done things myself my entire life and I'm good at it. Being alone was never difficult. I prefer it that way. No one making me feel inferior, no one trying to impress me, no one to tell me I was wrong. I was labeled a loaner. Called a freak. After my only friends teased and bullied me I would eat lunch in the bathroom by myself. I'd volunteer to work through break. I did anything to avoid people who made me feel like my life was worthless. And I would like to sit here and say that is where it all started. But how can I place the blame on someone else?


I don't talk about it with anyone; with my parents, with my friends, with you. Blame my insecurities or failures. Or blame everyone who has put a label on it: Wrong. Different. Crazy. But not talking about it drives me insane. I've bottled things up my entire life until one day I explode and you usually get the brunt of all my anger and frustration that has built up for decades. And I am sorry I can't bring myself to talk about it. I'm sorry that talking to you about exactly how I feel scares me, that you'll somehow give up on me. But I beg you not to.




I've heard so many people talk about it negatively that I've looked at myself negatively. People are ignorant; uninformed and self proclaimed experts. They are the reason I've built walls not even you can break down. They don't know what I think about every day, they don't understand simply for the fact that they can't. They can't understand depression and anxiety as much as I can't. I've tried for years and I can't. So don't try to fix me. Don't treat me like I'm fragile and on the verge of breaking. Just hold my hand.


For years I've tried to write this down, and tell the ones I love. But I don't want advice. I don't want anyone to try to stage an intervention. I don't want you to tell me I need medication. I want to be left alone, but I wan't you right next to me at the same time. You don't have to say a word, in fact it would be better if you didn't. Because It's not easy. Most days its more than I can handle. But despite my fears and failures, because of you I count myself as blessed.
You ask me why? Let me ask you the same. Why am I so good at hiding how I feel everyday? Well let me be honest: it's the only way I know how to deal with it. Walls you have to break down that you didn't put there. Emotions you have to deal with that you shouldn't have to. It's asking too much of you. But I still ask you to.


But you always know. You can read my thoughts and moods like a magician, even when I'm quiet as a mouse. You always know what I need; an "I Love You" letter left on my car, flowers, dedicating a song, or a smack on my butt to make me know you still see me. Or just sitting right next to me and saying nothing. And still I fight the urge to tell you how I feel inside, even when that feeling was there long before you came into my life. When you can tell, I feel like I'm getting better. But then it creeps up on me, lurks in the back of my mind, and comes like a thief in the night, robbing me of any joy and plummeting me into a pit of endless suffering. You can be right next to me and I feel lonely. Empty. Incomplete. But I put on a happy face, because most days the happiness you bring into my life overwhelms me with joy and gratefulness. But somedays that joy is more than I can handle, it becomes too much and I feel like I'm suffocating. And how can I feel that way with someone I waited for all my life. I wish I could answer that.


The love I have for you scares me. I never understood what love was until I met you. I never thought I was worth a love that strong. Never thought it could pull me out from where I've been hiding my whole life. And sometimes it doesn't; I hate that. I might tell you every day but I still don't think I tell you enough how much I love you. How my world would fall apart without you in it.




And when I can't concentrate and my mind wonders to dark places, I think of losing you and I have an anxiety attack. Sometimes it happens in the middle of the night. I wake from dreams screaming. We are driving in the car and images of car accidents flash through my mind. I wish they didn't. Flying across the country doesn't scare me that I won't survive a crash, but that you won't. Why does my mind go there. Why do I worry about things I can't control.


For years I've been terrified of getting to close to someone because I've been broken for so long. I wish you knew that I get a little better everyday I am with you. But sometimes I can't be around you. I can't be around anyone. Not because I'm angry, or upset, or questioning us. But because I can't handle it sometimes.
People say love is just love. Its something that happens that changes your life. I wish you knew how true that was. I've never felt love before. and I mean actually FEEL it. That feeling makes me cry tears of joy. Tears that have never been happy before; always negative, always lonely, always broken. But now, this love, your love, is my lifeline. The thought of you brings a smile to my face, and sometimes is more powerful than the negative thoughts flashing through my brain. When I'm quiet, thats when I need you the most. Thats when it starts, and seems to never end.


I wish you knew how much I love you. How much words can't explain how I feel about you. I wish you knew how much I love you because you love me. I wish you knew how much this anxiety effects everything that I do. And maybe someday we can actually talk about it. But I don't know if I can.


I wish you knew...


[cuddleninjaposts]

Going down on her 101

Congratulations! If you’re reading this, you’re probably getting ready to go down on your girl and know the joy of eating pussy. Here are a few tips to help you make your girl orgasm over and over again. It’s not the Fast and the Furious Don’t rush it. Take it slow at first and get a feel for what she likes. It’s not the Fast and the Furious btw. One of the most important things to do is for you and your girl to relax. Seriously, it’ll be fine, you got this!  Kiss your way down her body and tease her thighs and butt. This will turn her on before you start the real action. Get close so that she thinks you’re going to go down any second, but don’t give in immediately. Driving her crazy Make sure you spend time getting her aroused before you head south. When she’s ready, kiss her on the outside of her panties. Breathe hot air through her panties against her vag area. Breathe softly but warmly for short bursts at a time. You can alternate between doing this and kissing her thighs and stomach. Teasing her will drive her crazy and make her wet and ready. Slow and steady Start out gentle, start licking slowly then gradually speed it up. Take time to explore the whole region, teasing her with your tongue. When you begin to kiss and lick her vulva, work your way in slowly from the outside. Start by licking the outer edges of the outer lips (labia), then very slowly spread them, and lick and kiss the inner lips, and around the vagina. Do this gently, as though you were still teasing her. Avoid the clit, at first Try to avoid coming in contact with her clit for as long as you can, even as you kiss her labia and vagina. When you reach her clit, lick softly and focus on the clitoral hood (just above the clitoris), since most women prefer indirect clitoral contact before they’re fully aroused.  If she grinds faster as you lick her, press your tongue harder on her clit and go faster. If she grinds slowly, then slow it down and try flicking your tongue softer because her clit may be becoming sensitive. Know your alphabet If you’re not sure which strokes are best to approach the clit, try licking the alphabet by licking the shape of every letter in the alphabet.  As silly as that sounds, it does work. While doing this, make your licks wide from time to time to cover the whole genital area, and make them small at other times, centering on the clit itself. Suck it As she becomes more aroused, you can gently suck her clit into your mouth and flick your tongue over it. This combination of suction with a much faster rhythm will drive her crazy. Listen and learn Listen carefully to what she says and the sounds she makes. If she sounds excited, keep doing what you’re doing for as long as you can. When she seems to respond less, it’s time to try a new stroke. Learn to hum Closing your mouth and humming against her clit, adding vibrations as you lick, will stimulate her clit and vagina. Get into it Use your entire face when you’re going down on her — your nose, cheeks and chin and move them around. Even if you’re just using your mouth, shaking your face from side to side and up and down will enhance friction in a great way. Finger licking good It’s important to have clean, well-groomed hands when you’re touching a woman’s genitals. Keep your fingernails trimmed and filed, to avoid scratching her sensitive skin. Don’t cut your nails right before hooking up; they’ll still be too rough and sharp to touch her. Every woman’s body responds differently, so you’ll want to play around with a few different ways of touching her to figure out what she likes best. Circle around her clit with one finger, gliding diagonally across the surface, rubbing up and down, or going side to side. Next, try using your fingers inside of her, starting with one, then moving up to two and three. Then try using one hand inside of her and the other on her clitoris. Ask her, “do you like it better when I do this or this?” Or see which approach makes her moan louder or breathe heavier. Once you’ve got her going, make sure you pay attention to her clit. Most women need repetitive, consistent clitoral stimulation to reach orgasm. Find your rhythm and don’t make any changes as she starts to near her climax. Also, penetrating your girl with one finger and making a “come here” motion is a great way to locate her G-spot, which will increase her orgasm. Alternate using your fingers and licking her. Lube is your friend When fingering her remember: the skin on a woman’s genitals is delicate. You don’t want your fingers pulling and tugging at her skin when you’re touching her, so using lube when you’re fingering her is a plus. You can use her natural fluids as lubricant (just dip your fingers into her vaginal opening), but doesn’t last as long as lube and she may feel embarrassed if she gets dry. Lube will not only decrease her discomfort (and any potential pain), but it will also increase her sensitivity and help your fingers move better. FYI: silicone lubricant lasts longest and feels best against the skin. Don’t stop, she’s so close When she is nearing an orgasm, make sure you do everything she wants you to. No matter if you have a kink in your neck or your arm’s falling asleep, keep doing exactly what you’re doing until you’re sure she’s orgasmed. Know when enough is enough The clit is extremely sensitive after climax, so when her orgasm is over, you don’t want to keep licking it as intensely as you were before she reached orgasm. As she climaxes, continue licking, but gently taper off as her reaction begins to mellow. Be creative When going down, feel free to be creative — mix and match what works best for you and what drives your girl crazy. :))

[pleasurewhore-deactivated201802]

Pull Me Back

Don’t let me walk the edge.

That tone? You know the one. I need you to stop me, and tell me to try again.

When I insinuate that you care less than I do. I need you to shut it down. Force me to say I know it’s not true.

If you get a ‘yeah,’ or an ‘’okay,’’ instead of a ‘’yes, Sir,’’ then I need you to pull me back.

When I skirt the edge, telling you that “it wasn’t clear,” or “you never specifically said,” I need you to remind me that the spirit of the rule is enforceable too.

I need you to remind me. I don’t do these things out of disrespect. It’s rare that I’m tugging on the leash just to see what you’ll do. The truth is sometimes I forget. Sometimes my obedience comes hard. I need to know it matters, and only you can remind me.

[babygirl-1972]

What is dominance and submission?

Today in a BDsM Kik group the topic of the day seemed simple enough.  What is submission?  What is dominance? I have spent most of the afternoon and early evening editing, adding and expanding on my original thoughts.

Submission is what we do, not who we are.

Submission is TRUST.

Submission is a gift.

Submission means following.

Submission is letting go.

Submission is strong.

Submission allows one to let go of all of their troubles and know the dominant will take the reins and guide them.  

Submission is service.

Submission is ever growing and blooming. In our submission we should never be stagnant. We should keep learning, growing and blooming.

Submission means releasing. Releasing our fears. Releasing our insecurities.

Submission means communication. Open, transparent honest communication.

Submission is loving, grateful and thankful.

Submission is focus, and mindfulness.

Submission means something different to each and everyone of us. But one thing we all agree on is that submission is beautiful.

Dominance is confident.

Dominance leads.

Dominance is quiet. Like a whisper or the touch of the hand on the lower back.

Dominance is guiding, teaching.

Dominance is kind.

Dominance is understanding.

Dominance is consistent.

Dominance is communication. Open, honest, transparent communication.  Dominance means putting someone else first.

Dominance means care giving.

Dominance means taking on someone else’s burdens.

Dominance means being there, being available. Dominance means acceptance. Dominance means loving, grateful and thankful

Dominance is humble.

Dominance is grateful and thankful.

Part 2: Dominance and submission mean many things to everyone. But what are they not?

Submission is not weak.

Submission is not a doormat.

Submission cannot be forced.

Submission cannot be TAKEN.

Submission is not blind or deaf.

Submission is not easy.

Submission is not a game. Submission is not given easily.

Submission is not about sex. 

Dominance is not controlling.

Dominance is not abusive.

Dominance is not domineering.

Dominance is not loud, cruel, unyielding.

Dominance is not loud.

Dominance is not a game.

Dominance is not narcissistic.

Dominance is not easy.

Dominance is not about sex.

Someone in the group compared D/s with a dance. I have to agree. Dancing with your partner can be graceful, beautiful and intimate. But the dance does not start out that way. We have to learn from one another. Learn how we each move and sway. And there is one lead. Dominance means leading. Submission means we follow. But one thing I truly believe in. We are equal on both sides of the slash. Because without the other, we cannot dance.

[babygirl-1972]

reblogged for @instructor144‘s anon who asked about qualities of a dominant.

[amysubmits]

The Reminder

I made it 3.5 months between punishments. While I don’t know exactly what the typical range is, I know that gap was longer than usual. Enough that I’ve been proud of it. Life hasn’t been going particularly smoothly, which made it seem like more of an accomplishment. 

It ended though. I woke up cranky. I had a lot to get done and I didn’t feel like doing any of it. It was our first morning home after staying with family for a couple days. While away from home, @cynicaldom had given me permission to skip some of my normal rules. Drinking a set amount of water, exercising and doing the dishes. 

When I woke up, I knew I should start on my water to keep pace for the day. I didn’t want to. I thought about how he hadn’t really told me I needed to go back to following the water rule. For a second I thought about just letting it go unless he mentioned it. I knew that was unfair, and felt bad for thinking that way. I knew I had no reason to think I could get away with not drinking my water now that we were back to our own water and the drinking glasses I’m used to measuring with. I hemmed and hawed for a few hours before getting my first glass of water. 

I asked @cynicaldom what I would need to do for the day. I didn’t know because I had catch-up to do but I wasn’t sure when each of it should be done. “Everything you have on the schedule for work  (my job), and the dishes.” 

“I feel soooo lazy.” I whined. 

“No acting out.” he said. I don’t think he had ever said it to me quite like that. I knew he wasn’t saying “behave”. He was saying that he knew I was feeling the need to push the boundaries. It blew me away that he somehow knew because I thought I was behaving normally. 

It made me feel better, hearing him correct me a little bit. I knew I was itching to push a little and I didn’t feel good about it. It stemmed from a need to be reminded of our roles. His warning served as a nice reminder that I’m not free to behave as I wish, that I’m on a leash and he’s holding it. I set my mind to doing what he told me to do. I thought I was back on track. 

My list for work was long due to not being home. I thought I was doing what I needed to do for the most part, although I took some breaks to play on my tablet here and there. So I was surprised when I realized I only had 2 hours before bed and multiple things left to do. I thought I had managed my time better than that. Then I realized I was still only on my second (of five) glasses of water for the day. I polished off the second and quickly took down the third. I set to finishing what I needed to for work, then did the dishes. After that, I saw that I had 45 minutes til bedtime and I just needed to shower. I wanted to play on my tablet so I decided I would just take a quick shower which would leave me enough time. By the time I ran out of lives on my tablet game, I only had 15 minutes left. A mistake, but I can manage a 15-minute shower, I thought. I jumped in and out, 1 minute past bedtime when I get out. I’m 5 minutes or so late to bed pretty regularly and he doesn’t usually say anything so I wasn’t concerned. Until I went to brush my teeth and realized I had two glasses of water left to drink. A bigger oops. I don’t know exactly how late to bed is late enough to be punished because I haven’t asked or pushed it that far and I’d never been in trouble for it before. But if 5 minutes is okay what is 10, right? That’s what I told myself. 

I fill the glass, tell CD it’s the 4th (per our protocol) and drink it quickly while cleaning my email inbox, in under 5 minutes time. I jump up and get glass #5, and announce it. I sit back down and delete another email. He stands and heads towards the couch where I’m sitting. I don’t see his face but I just know from the way he’s walking towards me. My stomach drops. I look at the clock. 13 minutes past bedtime. 

He guides me to the bedroom, silent until we get there. He leaves me standing near the bed while he turns back around to shut the door. I fiddle with my hands, unable to force myself to look at him. “Why aren’t you in bed?” he scolds me. 

This tone he has before punishment is slightly different than his typical scolding tone. I hate this tone. I hate when he’s unhappy with me. I hate that I’ve put myself here. I want to be his good girl. I want to melt into the cracks in the floor to escape. Not really, though. I want to get this over, to put this behind us. 

“I was trying to finish my waters.” I explain, even though I know he knows that.

“..why didn’t you have them down before bedtime?” he says in that same tone. 

‘I…I don’t know…”

He pulls down my pants as I look at the floor, off to one side. This man sees me naked nearly every day. We do humiliation play pretty regularly. This is embarrassing, but not at all like when we play - it’s not blushy and squirmy. It’s genuinely uncomfortable. The air is heavy. I’m embarrassed, but not because I’m naked from the waist down. I’m embarrassed that we’re here. That I’ve failed to meet such a simple expectation. It’s not lost on me that he told me not to act out today. That he saw this coming, and I sort of did too and I thought I was fighting it by not pushing on purpose. I thought I was fighting it by doing the minimum to get by, just barely following the rules. This happened anyway, because I miscalculated his leniency. The only reason I was calculating his leniency was because I was trying to barely skate by. I don’t want to just do the absolute minimum that he requires of me but that’s been the mindset I’ve had today. That’s the true reason why I’m embarrassed. The fact that I have no valid reason for my poor choices, and that he’s going to spank me for it just adds to the embarrassment, it’s not the core reason. 

He pulls one of my bandannas off the bedpost. We use them as gags, usually for play. He holds it in front of my mouth until I open my mouth and bite it. He’s expecting me to be too loud. My stomach drops. 

The paddle he’s grabbed was once strictly for punishment. We’ve really amped up our impact play the last couple months. He’s used this paddle for play lately and I have not enjoyed it, but it’s been pretty tolerable. So it shocks me how much it hurts now. It doesn’t seem like the same implement we played with days before, even though it is. I am in tears with just a few swats and he continues for quite a while. I cry hard for most of it. Deep, heavy sobs. He increases intensity further and I beg and plead while gasping through my sobs. When he stops he leaves me over his knees until I calm down. He rubs my butt for a long time. When he finally lets me stand I do so briefly before straddling one knee and laying my head on his shoulder. We cuddle that way for quite a while. My heart is still a little heavy but I feel so much better. He is my home, even when I make mistakes.  

“Go finish your water and get in bed.” he tells me. I eagerly obey.

A sadness lingers as I try to sleep. I realize some part of me is surprised. Why was I surprised? It’s a silly thing to say when we’ve been living domestic discipline for a couple of years now. It’s not that I forgot he could (or would) punish me if need be. I realize the surprise came from the intensity of the experience. It had been so long. I somehow forgot how intensely humbling it feels. How much more it physically hurts than play spanking. How the remorse in my heart hurts twice as much as the paddle on my ass. How the experience makes me so eager to avoid the same mistake, to avoid all of these feelings. The peace that comes with a fresh start. How eager I am to please thereafter. Maybe more than anything else, I forgot how much I need it.  

[amysubmits]

I Didn’t Know

When I asked @cynicaldom for domestic discipline I talked about being held accountable. Punishments, rules, limits, boundaries. 

He didn’t really get it. He told me I was already good. He didn’t want to punish me for no reason. Why be harsh to someone you like? 

If I knew then what I knew now, I’d tell him something much different. 

I’d tell him, this is how you make me feel safe. This is how you can take care of me. This is how you can make me feel more comfortable having a louder voice. This is how you break down my walls, and get gifted my whole heart. This is how you can own all of me. 

This is how we can give each other more confidence. You’ll call the shots and I’ll admire you for being the head of the household. I’ll do as you ask of me and you’ll be surprised at what I’ll do to please you once you start instructing more. Yes, I need limits and boundaries and punishments but not to make me feel bad or to harm me. To let me let go of guilt, to move forward, to learn that I can make mistakes and still be loved and accepted. Sometimes I need a firm hand to remind me that you won’t let me take over, that this arrangement we’ve made is as solid as a wall. Or a paddle, anyway. Yes, I’m already a good girl, but if you let me, I’ll try hard to become my very best self through your guidance.

I’d remind him of how he told me he liked old-fashioned relationships years prior. Remember when I was in school and you were working and I felt bad about not working myself? You told me it was okay because I did the laundry and the dishes and you liked providing for us both. That was kind of an exchange back then and we didn’t see it. I’d explain that we can just update it and add onto it and call it D/s while still staying us. I’d say, I’m just asking for sort of a romanticized old-fashioned couple, where you lead and I defer to your decisions happily. You don’t have to be a cold, angry guy, I know that isn’t you and that isn’t what I want. You don’t have to feed my insecurities or my self-hatred. I know you are unwilling to do that anyway. I know you refuse to be anything but good to me, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be my Dominant. In fact, that’s what makes you worthy of leading. You can lead in ways that encourage me to be kinder to myself. You can be as empathetic and loving as you’ve always been. You can use your role to encourage me to open up, to set goals that I can achieve but hesitate to do without encouragement. You can take the control I hand to you, and admit to enjoying it and still be a good man. I’ll see myself and our relationship blossom under your leadership and will be convinced that you are the best man I know. You are the best man I know. 

I’d explain how this can feed off of itself, bringing us to a level of happiness we’ve never seen before. You’ll make me feel taken care of, which will make you feel good. Plus I’ll adore you for doing it, which will make you feel even better. I’ll feel better on seeing your happiness because pleasing me pleases you. And on and on it will go. 

I thought I was just asking for a disciplinarian. So I only told him about rules and punishments. None of that feeds his dominance, so my proposal didn’t particularly appeal to him. He was willing to try because he loved me, but from the beginning, he refused to run with all of my ideas. We started a form of DD he could accept after some negotiation. I didn’t know D/s existed outside of the strict and rather limited view that I had of domestic discipline. There’s a lot that we’ve added along the way that I didn’t know I wanted, but that I find so much happiness and meaning in. I didn’t know what I was getting into when I asked for DD. I had no clue we’d be here now. It certainly would have been easier to know more when we started, but I’m kinda glad we didn’t know. I love that we found our way here through his leadership.  

[bigbadwolf-ish-deactivated20250]

What 24/7 D/s Looks Like to a Couple of Newbies in 2018

So, a while back I decided to get sober. (Wait for it… it comes back around.) I went to the meetings and joined the clubs and all that… and, it worked. No more drinking. The best piece of advice I got?… 

“Stick with the old-timers. They got it figured out.”

A while before that I did a stint in prison. I was a kid. Just old enough to get drafted not old enough to get drunk. None of it seemed real. Did real time, though. Best advice I got?… “Stick with the old timers. They got it figured out.”

That piece of wisdom has served me well in my years as a contributing member of society. So, when MG @wolfpack-princesskitty and I first turned to Tumblr and a few other sites in search of any info or insights into our newly-confessed shared fantasies… one of my first thoughts was 

“Stick with the fucking old timers.” 

And, after several months of watching many blogs I had determined who those people were and I began to make connections. And I’m very thankful for the connections we have made, and for those who have agreed to mentor MG and me along the way. All providing a sobering and real life perspective on various aspects of a 24/7 D/s relationship; in our case, a marriage. So glad to be grounded here right now.

Because from where I stand 90% of the rest of the time this shit looks like Vegas, baby. Wooo!

  Welcome to D/s relationships for millennials.  

What it looks like: It looks like 50 Shades of Harry Potter and Sparkly goddamned Vampires is what it looks like… and it looks fucking awesome! Expensive suits and Bitches in black lingerie kneeling and crawling… the leashes and spankings and the gagging on cocks… timid, meek, all trusting subs and stoic, powerful, all knowing doms. Paradise for the slightly-to-moderately twisted peoples of a certain ilk… I mean, it can’t be that perfect in real life, but still… come on.

You can hate it all you like, but those books and movies are the extent of John Q. Public’s grasp on your chosen lifestyle, and at worst, it has turned out to be a great ‘evangelical tool’ as it were…

But someone has to sort out the abusers and the narcissists and the standard model douche bags from the good guys with good intentions. Somebody has to inject truth and reason and wisdom into the conversation. Someone has to show us where the ground ends and the clouds begin so we can self-moderate. Because…

What it is:

It’s hard work, dedication, devotion, integrity, grit, determination, kindness in the hardest of times… honesty, communication… Just like any functioning relationship, really…

It looks like 50 Shades of Harry Potter and Sparkly goddamned Vampires is what it looks like… and it looks fucking awesome!

It’s boundaries and security and exploring sexual interests together… it’s a little bit of doubt (Ok, maybe a lot of doubt at times), a little bit of fear, enough love to carry two sometimes three, four, five souls forward into a new real life, where everything is a decision… a choice… even for those who make no choices. A life in which lust is a limitless hunger… an insatiable wolf… and your hunger is so focused you want to entirely destroy and devour this pretty little thing wearing your collar…

Sometimes it’s body issues, and insecurities about cock size, and irrational conversations into the early morning hours… often, the stronger of the two quietly trying to decide just how much truth the other person can actually handle… sometimes it’s greatly overestimating that amount of truth…

Sometimes it’s a spark of hope… and sometimes it’s a last resort…

Sometimes it’s ropes and cuffs and collars and bruises… and sometimes it’s blankets and snacks and kisses and cuddles…

It’s an empowerment achieved in a point of singularity where both the powerful and powerless are each perfectly balanced one with the other… mutually satisfied. A feeling like no other.

  For some of us, it’s what we’ve come seeking… for some of us it’s just who we are…

For every idiot ‘Tubmlr Daddy’, there’s a good man with a great dom inside, watching you blast the new generation from the comfort of your well-earned status, and doubting himself… afraid that he’s not a real dominant. Too afraid his ask will get him ridiculed. I know because that was me before I finally manned up and reached out. 

Please keep in mind that we’re not all a part of the tide of idiots and abusers… please continue to be an island for those of us who were simply swept up in their wake…

So, a shout out to those blogs and bloggers that have informed us, included us, inspired us…

@instructor144, @thetriskeliondiaries, @dinodaddy, @verse50, @theruleset, @submissive-seeking, @the-faculty, @i-could-be-the-walrus, @amysubmits, @itsshinycollectordestinyworld, @sincardinality, @quietlyconscious, @techiejedi, @tooprettytolive, @theropegeek, @crusoesampersand, @maddigans, @westcoastgentleman, @yessiraustralia-again

and a ton more I’m leaving out… For those of you who know who the hell we are, and those who don’t… For those who are personally investing their time into our success… for those who don’t even realize how real an impact you have… 

I’m not sucking up (maybe a little)… I’m not posturing…

You guys deserve recognition for taking the time out of your lives to share those lives with the rest of us… You deserve recognition for being great writers, most of you anyway… lol… But mainly I want to lift you guys up as the standard… because we desperately need more real doms and subs to provide some perspective to the magical, leather-clad diamond-skinned vampires with secret rooms… how cliche’. 

[dinodaddy-deactivated20221014]

That was a good read and you’ve tagged some incredible people there. I’m gonna also drop another one vicariously through @babydollbelongstodaddy because Super Daddy is one of my favorite people. @comicbookj82 and @i-am-dubs are also good people who are married and living this life.

[bigbadwolf-ish-deactivated20250]

@dinodaddy yes! Also great blogs by very nice people. Thank you!

Can we just do that with this post…? Just pay it forward, giving props and create a list of trustworthy blogs?

[amysubmits]

Thank you for including me, it means a lot to be in a list with so many great blogs. I only have a couple years of real experience so I am no pro but I enjoy sharing what we learn about ourselves as we go anway. :)

I’m biased but I gotta say @cynicaldom first :D And then I’m not sure I’ve seen these mentioned yet, sorry if they are repeats! 

@maeby-words @cherished-property @crimson-uncovered @opheliaovertheknee @delightfulsubgirl @mrspackman @tulips-and-sunshine @delighted-in-debauchery @sweetandbratty @reflectedtruthsblog @dswithelissa @goodgirlsdoresearch @vintagesubwife @athoughtfulsir @tattoosandtiaras1 @universityofkink @sub-cmdr @spicenwolf @only-spice

[theslaybymic]

Watch: Kristen Bell opens up about the mental health double standard and how she manages her own struggle.

Follow @this-is-life-actually

[laureninlilly]

Hit reblog on this so hard

[geniusorinsanity]

SHOUT OUT TO KRISTEN BELL’S MOM THOUGH? WHAT KIND OF FANTASTIC SELF-AWARE PARENTING, WELL DONE MA'AM

[goodgrlgonebad]

Fuck what anyone thinks! You’re doin what’s best for YOU; to be ok, to feel safe in your own skin,to be able to get through the day, to be able to do the simplest things… like get out of bed,do every day things, to just be able to breathe! You do you and don’t worry about anyone else,they don’t know what’s best for you!

[hemakesmesmilehuge]

I’m me. If you don’t like it, just move along. Apparently it’s easy to do.

[dominantlife]

Updated Library For Kinksters

I completed some major changes to the Library For Kinksters. Here is the update…

Aftercare

Aftercare 101

Aftercare For Dominants

Coping With Emotional Subdrop

Dom Drop

How To Make A Sub Drop Kit

Online Aftercare

sub/Dom Space, sub/Dom Drop and Aftercare

Subdrop and Aftercare

Subspace and Aftercare

Consent

Consent & BDSM

Guide to Consent

Doms, Daddies & Masters

7 Fundamental Characteristics of A Daddy Dom

12 Characteristics Of An Ideal Submissive

25 Things Daddies Should Do For Their Littles

30 Rules For A Modern Gentleman

45 Things A Girl Wants, But Won’t Ask For

50 Rules for Daddies

100 Sweet Things You Can Do For Your Princess

101 Things To Do To Make Your Slave Feel Owned (loved)

Alternative Names For “Daddy”

Alternative Domme Titles

Aspects Of Control

Asserting Ownership - Rules

Daddy Up!

Defining A Daddy Dom

Dominants Need Training Also

Fun Tasks Daddies Can Give Their Littles

Help For New Doms

How (and Why) To Go Down On Your Submissive

How To Be A Good Dominant

How to Find a Submissive

Knowing when to be a Dom and when to be her Man

New to DDLG - A Daddy Dom

Observations On Doms By A Submissive

So you want to be a Dom?

So Your Girlfriend Wants You To Dominate her

Some Little Rules All Daddies Should Know

The Dom Commandments

Things for Daddies to Keep in Mind

What Being A Dom Is About - A Submissive’s Perspective

What does the title Daddy mean?

What is a Daddy Dom?

What is a Daddy Dom Mentor?

What It Means To Be A Dominant

What Makes A Good Dominant

Littles, Subs & Slaves

6 Questions Every Submissive Needs To Ask Her Potential Dominant

7 Common Types of Submissives

10 Tips For Living With A Sadist

10 Things A Dominant Needs From A Submissive

11 Red Flags Of An Abusive Dominant

26 Baby Girl Jobs

50 Things You Can Do For Your Daddy

A Bottom’s Responsibility

A Dominant’s Advice To His Submissive

A Man Who Knows You…

A Good Dom vs. A Bad Dom

Acid Test For Subs

Ask A Million And One Questions

Attraction to DD/lg: A Little’s Perspective

Baby girl or little? A brief introduction

Care and feeding of Daddies

Characteristics Of A Good Daddy

Coaxing The Daddy Dom Out Of Your Partner

Feminist Submissive

Finding Your Dominant

Good Rules For Middles and Littles To Live By

Guide For Young Newbie Sub Girls

How a Dom Behaves Shows How He Will Behave Towards You.

“How do I find Daddy?” A guide to help you safely find the Daddy you’re looking for.

How Does A Submissive Ask for Something from Their Dominant?

How To Find A Dom

How to Take Proper Care of Your Dom

I Solemnly Swear I Will Not Do This To Daddy

Novice Submissives

Physical abuse of littles - it is never OK

Signs Of A Fake ‘Dominant’

Stuff no one tells you about submission, until the spreader bar is on and you are trapped.

Submissives, Learning to Trust Your Instincts

Submissive Pride

Submissive Traits - Intelligence

Things My Dream Daddy Would Say To Me

What is a Little?

When newbie subs, with asinine “doms,” need to run away.

Why I call him Daddy

Your Rights As A Submissive

Long Distance Relationships

10 Ways To Survive A Long Distance Relationship

Getting The Most Out Of A Long Distance Relationship

How To Make Long Distance Relationships Work

Long Distance Relationships - Tools To Cope

Long Distance Relationships (LDR) Contemplation: Sticking with plans

The Long Distance D/s Relationship

Mental Health

BDSM practitioners ‘healthier and less neurotic’ than ‘vanilla’ peers

Body image & BDSM

How to Get Over Feeling Sad

Is BDSM normal?

Love your Vulva – a self-esteem guide to your sensitive bits!

Managing bipolar disorder in a D/S relationship

Meditation And Mindfulness

On Cutting

Steps For Letting Go of Painful Memories

Things to Do When You’re Anxious, Scared, or Just Need a Distraction

Tips for Recovering from Codependency

What Are Anxiety Disorders? (Infographic)

Why Do I Feel Unloveable?

Relationships

10 Habits of Happy Couples

10 Top Communication Mistakes

10 Types of Emotional Manipulators

12 Relationship Truths We Often Forget

50 Best Ways To Say “I Love You”

BDSM Breakups: All Good Things Must Come to an End

BDSM: Control Goes Both Ways

Collars and Collaring - A Personal Perspective

Communication Is Key

Concept Daddy Dom/Little Girl Relationships

Daddy Doms and their little girls

Daddy Doms, Baby Girls, Little Boys And More

Date Night In A Jar

DD/lg In Public

D/s and Domestication

Factors That Make A Relationship

Finding Love When You Least Expect It

Finding Others with Common (Adult) Interests

How To Be Present In Your Relationships

How To Build A Healthy Relationship

How To Get What You Want In A Relationship

How To Know When You’ve Found “The One”

How To Take Your Relationship To The Next Level

Importance Of Confidence In RelationshipsImportance Of Trust In A Relationship

Key Ingredients of a Happy and Healthy Relationship

Needy Girls Are Daddy Dom Bait

Relationship Advice To Follow, And What To Ignore

Searching for a D/s partner?

Self-Fulfilling Prophecies In Relationships

Stop Arguments Before They Start

The Rewards of a Submissive

Types Of Relationship Insecurity

Well-Balanced Power Exchange Relationship

What Is Real Love?

When He Doesn’t Call

Why Love Makes A Night Of Kink Even Better

Safety

Another life ruined because of the morality police

Bondage Basic Safety: Crops, Paddles & Bondage!

Kinks, Risks, How To And Why Sometimes You Shouldn’t

Limits in BDSM

What is Emotional Abuse?

Self Improvement

10 Tips for Creating a Happier Life

10 Steps To Self Care

10 Ways To Be Happy

10 Truths To Live By

Guaranteed Ways To Be More Attractive

How to be Yourself

How To Deal With Your Enemies

How To Ignore Haters

How to Recognize a Toxic Friend

How to Stop Being a People Pleaser

Slut Shaming Explained

Tips for Healing a Broken Heart

What are the Signs of a Jealous Friend?

Sex

50 Cunnilingus Tips from Women

Basics of Breath Play

D/s or Kinky Sex?

Fetishes Explained

How To Make A Girl Squirt

How To Tell Your Son About Sex

Intersection of BDSM and Queer Heterosexuality

Sensual Biting

Sex: Myths & Stereotypes

Sex: Practical Details

Sex: Pregnancy and Birth Control

So You Want To Try Anal? A Practical Guide For Women

Squirting Educational Video

Squirting Notes

Toys

Advice on Dildos and Buttplugs

BDSM on a budget

Bondage Rope: How To Choose Yours (And More)

Training

10 Considerations for Inexperienced Subs

30 Things You Can Do For Your Human Kitten

40 Very Important DD/lg Facts

Age Play: A Short Guide

BDSM for Beginners: Safe and Affordable Play

DEFINED: SSC (Safe, Sane & Consensual) & RACK (Risk Aware Consensual Kink)

Etiquette in BDSM Part 1

Etiquette in BDSM Part 2

Exploring the D/s Lifestyle: Part 1 - Beginnings

Exploring the D/s Lifestyle: Part 2 - The Dominant Mind

Glossary of BDSM Terms

Guide To Blood Play

Guide To Bruising

Guide To Talking Dirty

Guide To Wax Play

How Do I Get Started In BDSM?

How to Make a Blanket Fort/Cuddle Nest

How To Make A Comfort Box

Introduction To BDSM

Newbie’s Guide To Vaginal Fisting

Punishments in BDSM Relationships

Red Flags For Online BDSM Relationships

Some Thoughts On Rules

The Leash Has Two Ends - Responsibility

The Need For Rules and Discipline

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