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An Economy of Happiness A moral guide to (in)fidelity by A.M.J. Estévez-Visscher There is a… http://wp.me/s3L2OC-19
An Economy of Happiness
A moral guide to (in)fidelity
by
A.M.J. Estévez-Visscher
There is a cost … for the society that insists on conformity to a particular range of heterosexual practices. We believe that cultures can be rationally designed. We can…
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Is she almost done or will Sir make her black dress follow her expensive panties, abandoned twenty yards ago? Will they return on the same track to collect her clothes or move on until they run into someone? She knows she shouldn't be asking herself those questions. Sir will notice and only make her crawl on his leash for longer. Until she cares only for him and not wonder anymore whether someone will see, whether he'll make her go completely naked, or whether he will tie her up and spank her - loudly - in this silent forest. She knows when Sir will be satisfied. It'll be when she realizes that feeling shame is being disrespectful. She should care only for him. After all, it's not about returning to her clothes or privacy but forgetting she's outside.
Physical attractions are said to be more common and a mental connection, more rare. But how far is she willing to push both to prove to Sir, and to herself, how much she's able to give him - how important it is for her to trust him completely? Left to her own dark desires would she take this further than Sir lets her? Would she, one day, be used by multiple men, whipped as to leave lasting marks, perhaps even wear a tail in public? She cannot suppress those thoughts altogether. She has offered and he now owns her body...her sex and, as a result, her thoughts about sex, her wetness, her sex in vanilla. More and more she needs to show how deeply she’s owned. Is it enough to have Sir expose her in front of an audience? Not just her body, but also her lust, her need, her submission? Oh, how she loves to be spanked by Sir or sodomized or walked on a leash but sometimes not even that is enough to show the depth of her commitment and obedience. Obedience. Giving him all of her, no matter the way he might make it. It's a good thing Sir is setting the pace.
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She refers to me as Sir in this Blog and asked me to assert my ownership. She doesn’t always get what she wants, my sub, but I’m happy to oblige her on this occasion. Last night, she re-pledged her body to me. We do this regularly and every time I demand to be convinced beyond any doubt that I can use it for my pleasure or hers, to cherish or to discipline, to take for myself or to share with others. Like all times before she convinced me, showing me every intimate part of her beautiful body and imploring me to accept it as mine. I have done so. Knowing hers was unconditional I had waited for this before making my own pledge to her: to always guard her reputation, to fulfill her needs of all colors, to make her happy and keep her safe. I love her very, very much, my sub and passionate travel companion on this thrilling journey in search of truth and self. Spiraling up and up, entangled, transformed, both becoming all that we can be. So glad you took that apple, gorgeous, and won us paradise.
Sir can read her mind. Because what she needs is someone who will take all of her, all secrets and shame and taboos, and who can be trusted like she trusts herself with those treasures. She needs someone who will allow her to beg for real, to make her beg for real, do all the things to her, with her, and for her that she never ever imagined she could do without melting into a puddle of shame or embarrassment. Someone she can trust like her own thoughts and let her be wild with him to the point she doesn’t have to think, not for one single moment, about how a woman of her standing and upbringing is expected to behave, about what is safe, about what can be said, done, allowed. She needs someone who can make her moist just from reading these words and feeling the teeth of their truth. She needs this in her life, arguably more than anything else. This, to her, is life itself.
Ille hic est Raphael timuit quo sospite vinci rerun magna parens et moriente mori.
Here lies Raphael, by whom Nature feared to be outdone while he lived, and when he died, feared that she herself would die.
Epitaph by Pietro Bembo [1470-1547] for famous renaissance painter Raphael, contemporary of Michelangelo.
Bembo’s theory, the specific placement of words in a poem, with strict attention to their consonants and vowels, their rhythm, their position within lines long and short, could produce emotions ranging from sweetness and grace to gravity and grief in a listener [from Wikipedia].
In the end all that matters is trust. That Sir will keep precious what he owns. Is she waiting to be tied up? To be shared? To be spanked? To be kissed? To be exposed? To be fucked? To be ignored? To be held? Her eyes beg him to tell her, to show her. But she will never ask Sir, waiting obediently for his decision. Trusting him with her reputation, her safety, and her pleasure. His responsibilities, not hers. She's bound but free that way.
How long will this go on? Until she comes from the leather straps that hit those parts of her body that she could never ever have imagined being exposed to such treatment? Not until she met the man she yields to. Earlier, Sir may have replaced the flogger with his fingers every few minutes to reward her total submission and test her arousal. Perhaps until she moaned. Sir must have stuffed those panties in her mouth then. She was to be silent and failed. Now, it’s doubtful Sir will even let her come.
Is she enjoying a sub of her own or is she just grooming the woman on behalf of Sir? She only yields to Sir so if he’s not around surely she must be the one holding the leash. The long leash training and the many corrections along the way have moistened her black panties. But if Sir is waiting behind that door she’ll be handing him the leash and then be on her own knees soon after. Shortly, her panties and bra will come off and when the door opens again Sir will have both of them on a leash. For only a moment longer, her duty is to train the other woman to not embarrass herself when she meets Sir. If their guest fails she will have failed too. But if she succeeded to train the woman to Sir’s expectations - to raise her ass even higher than she can, to crawl more proud, to be the better submissive - she’ll have failed too. She can’t win and will be spanked either way. She likes it that way.
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Was she being reprimanded for breaking a rule and crawling on all fours in apology? Or is she practicing being presented at a party, lifting her ass and lowering her head to ensure Sir will be proud of his sub? Is she on all fours lifting his property - her ass - silently begging to be spanked? Or, perhaps, is this simply how she welcomes him home?
Is it her Sir approaching her while she sits blindfolded, waiting patiently? Or did he send in someone else to collect and cuff her? Is she dressed up for her Sir to do with as he pleases or did Sir ask her to get ready for whoever would fetch her from the waiting room? Will that man just cuff her or undress her as well? She waits with her hands behind her back, no doubt tightening the grip around the hotel room key that had no number.
Sir hasn't even started yet, no doubt waiting until the prolonged expectation is no longer bearable. How hard will he spank her? Hard enough to make her feel it all day? Hard enough to still be red and tender the next morning? As this must be her first spanking of the day, will she get more later? Will he spank only her cheeks or also the cleft between and the onset of her lips? Will he turn her around later, make her spread her thighs and spank her between them? Or does she need to be tied up for that, unable to suppress her reflexes, even if she badly wants to and please Sir.
Is she being disciplined by Sir for prioritizing her modesty over his authority? The collar she wears makes it clear his power is absolute. Perhaps she doesn't have to wear it always, but she does now. Is she groomed in public to care only about his opinion of her, knowing he'll protect her reputation? Is that why she doesn't show her face to the audience? Or will those wrist cuffs be tied to a wall afterwards for far more explicit exposure?
Is Sir holding the leash? Has she just crawled the room at his feet and did that turn her on so much? To be allowed to show her obedience? Did she do it proudly and elegantly, as she should, never any doubt in her mind as to who and what she is when collared like this? With her ass raised, is she begging to be ‘taken care of’ after her leash training, hoping Sir will make her turn around with a little tug so he can pull down her panties and mount her? Is she clawing the carpet and gasping because it makes her wet to show him to what lengths a proud woman like herself wants to go, needs to go, to prove she can, truly, give him her all?
