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The Mark (revisited)
I have placed a mark upon her frame. From heated skin it is made. It reminds her of the pleasure pain. Three falls cut and a careful braid. Upon her skin the leather laid. And now I am tied to her mind. May all her worries be left behind. And in her sleep be perfect dark. As she sweetly dreams of her Master’s mark.
{M}
Been reading ur blog. U need to stop calling urself a dom. All this lovey crap makes real doms sick. A sub is not for respecting and loving. A sub is for using and thats what they like. Its fine that u love ur girl, just dont call urself a dom. Real doms show dominance, use there sub and leave her laying like the cunt slut she is. Bein all sweet, and all that does is give her power over u, which makes u not a dom.
Hi there, Anon. I almost didn’t even dignify this with a response, but I think you’ve actually given me a good opportunity to say something that new doms need to know, so kudos to you.
First and foremost, let’s establish something right here and now: You don’t get to tell me what I am, and you are damn sure not the leading authority on what does and does not constitute a dominant. For the record, I didn’t wake up one day and decide to be a dom. I never even thought of myself that way until I met belovedsangi 10 years ago. I always had the characteristics of a dom, sure, but I didn’t ever put that title on myself. That title was given to me by my submissive. SHE is the one who wanted to call me Master, and Sir. I never told her to do these things. But of course, you probably think I am making your point for you and that if I were a REAL domly dom, I would’ve demanded those things.
And that’s where you have a fundamental issue understanding the meaning of the title. So let me help you with that.
A dom does not demand respect. He conducts himself in such a way as to be worthy of respect.
A dom does not bark commands. His presence is such that he can seduce and command with nothing more than a glance.
A dom does not raise his voice. He is the kind of man who gets what he wants without needing to.
A dom is not a braggart. He is possessed of a calm, quiet confidence that is evident in his demeanor, the way he walks, the tone of his voice, and all other aspects of him.
A dom understands balance. He knows that while a firm hand and discipline are critical in this type of relationship, knowing when to be gentle and understanding is every bit as important.
A dom is a gentleman first and foremost. That doesn’t necessarily mean that he is a fancy man who values the finer things in life, but he does understand manners and protocol. He opens the car door for her. He orders for her if she is having trouble deciding. He treats strangers with courtesy and respect.
A dom is a protector. He makes sure that his submissive feels safe and protected at all times. This means so much more than just telling her you will protect her. A dom shows her. He keeps a hand on her shoulder or on her waist in crowds so she doesn’t get nervous. He sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door so that he is always between his submissive and an intruder. He walks on the side of the sidewalk closest to the street so that an errant vehicle will hit him before his submissive. If anything or anyone should threaten his submissive, he must be prepared to fight for her with the ferocity of an alpha wolf.
A dom earns her submission. It is not a thing to be demanded, expected, or assumed. And he continues to earn it, each and every day.
A dom values her submission. Fully submitting your will and trusting your body and well-being to someone takes a kind of strength most can’t imagine, and a dom never loses sight of that.
A dom understands that being a dominant is 10% privilege and 90% responsibility. He is literally taking her life into his hands. He is accepting the most sacred and important thing she has to give. He is taking her burdens and bearing them as his own, always, every day.
A dom is consistent. He understands that he can’t just be her protector, lover, confidant, master, etc. when he feels like it. There will be days when a dom is tired. There will be days when he is stressed. There will be days when he is broken. On those days, it is more important than ever for a dom to show his submissive that he is still everything she needs him to be.
So what does it mean, then, to be a dom? I get the feeling that you, anon, would say that it’s all about making her kneel, having your way with her, shouting orders and using her. Helpful hint: Any jackass can buy himself a whip and bark commands. That’s not a dom. Don’t get me wrong, I do absolutely have my way with belovedsangi. I love it when she kneels. I love the kinky, rough, mind-blowing sex we have. I love to dominate her in the bedroom. But for every moment of that, there are a hundred moments of holding her, of talking to her, laughing with her, gaming with her. There are a hundred moments of making her feel safe when she is afraid, giving her confidence when she is unsure, comforting her when she feels troubled. Those are all things that a dominant does too.
I love my submissive more than I love oxygen. I love my submissive with a fire that can never be extinguished. I value her and respect her in every way. I treat her like a queen and fuck her like a slave. These things don’t make me weak. They don’t make me less of a dominant. These things make me stronger than you can possibly imagine. There is nothing quite so formidable as a dominant who has found the perfect submissive to fuel his fire. Never will you see anyone love so strongly or fight so fiercely.
Bottom line, Anon, is this: you sound like a boy playing at being a man. You decided one day that you were sick of women having willpower and a voice of their own, so you decided to call yourself a dominant and seek out some weak-willed submissive who wouldn’t talk back to you or stick up for herself. You are not a dom. You are a jackass with a whip. Classic case of toodomforyou.
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His Devoted Babydoll
She loves being his sweet
Devoted babydoll
Worshiping him dutifully
On her knees
Gazing up at him
With her ocean blue eyes
Her innocent, sweet aura
Contrasting with the beautiful slut
That resides within
Proper furniture is a must.
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Joy of a Slave
If a woman said to me, “I don’t understand you, how can anyone want to be a slave?” I would say to her, “have you ever felt the joy and affection of resting your head on a man’s thigh with him stroking your hair? Or the peace and contentment of having the man sleep soundly with you in his arms? Or the excitement and thrill when he trapped you between himself and a wall and looks at you with lust in his eyes? Or perhaps the safety and assurance when he held you tightly in an embrace? These are the things I feel as a slave, and it is these feelings that make me glad that I am a woman. These feelings are rare in a relationship between equals. A man would not show such tenderness to a woman he might have to compete with. A man cannot sleep soundly with a woman who might disturb him with complaints. A man will hesitate to act out his desires with a woman who might object to his advance. A man will not behave protectively with a woman who might object to being seen as ‘weak’. It is because a man can never fully relax when he is among equals. So it is as a slave that I could feel and experience the spectrum of feelings a man can offer.” And if she asks, “but why do you have to degrade yourself and kneel all the time?” I would say to her, “the act of kneeling is not degrading, and it is not meant to humiliate the woman. But it is a declaration. It is to say to the man, “I will not fight you.” It is to show him that you are not a rival whom he might have to fight and challenge, nor an elusive prey whom he might have to wrestle and struggle with. It is to show him that you are exactly what he sees, his woman. A man who have to fight with the world all the time should not have to fight with his woman, and it is by kneeling at his feet that you are letting him know he can take a break from fighting, and relax. It is then that you can see the man who is completely at ease and being himself, without his armor and without always checking for his sword and shield. Have you ever felt what it is like to be with someone who is completely at ease with you? He would share everything with you, but mostly his enjoyment of being at ease. And there is no greater joy than to see that you have brought so much happiness to a man.” And if she still doesn’t understand, I would say to her, “being a slave is not about demeaning, devaluing, or degrading yourself. The purpose of slavery is not to be less than what you are. It is a service, a gift that you give to the one you love. Through compliance and obedience, you are offering him the rarest treasure of all, to be able to relax and be care free. And in doing so, you can truly experience all that a man can offer when he have no weight on his shoulders and no worries in his mind. If you have the confidence and trust to kneel at his feet and to expose your softest and most vulnerable side to him, then you will learn that despite all his strength and aggressiveness, he is still capable of the most delicate of caresses. And that, is the joy of being a slave” By Katrina
Well said.
She stays in the corners of his mind… And every possible area of his thoughts…
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I Must
Be wiser than her. Stronger than her. Concerned for her. She is my little. Yet I must respect her wisdom. Understand her strengths. Love her pieces - but not to fix her. Approach her calmly. Be her Sir. She is my little.
{M}
Love love love.
The Mark (revisited)
I have placed a mark upon her frame. From heated skin it is made. It reminds her of the pleasure pain. Three falls cut and a careful braid. Upon her skin the leather laid. And now I am tied to her mind. May all her worries be left behind. And in her sleep be perfect dark. As she sweetly dreams of her Master’s mark.
{M}
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He never made her do something she didn’t want to do. He made her discover those things she never imagined she’d love doing
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Bound
‘Tis a slippery slope 'Twixt hand and rope Her eyes burn bright Whilst braid turns tight Burning red the softest skin A tighter turn as face doth bend Release her breath a silent sound Her body calm yet tightly bound
{M}
She
She Inhales the scent of vanilla. She Takes her position and waits. She Exhales and is calm. She Slips into darkness and herself. She Leans forward and presents. She Trusts and releases control.
She Listens for the leather. She Feels her skin warm. She Floats in still water. She Is tethered by only his voice. She Is perfected.