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Otter teaches human how to pet him.
me asking for attention and affection
I just lost my entire shit
Omg my heart
Oh my gosh. He is so sweet!!!
50 Words or Less
Will has asked me to summarise the last few months in 50 words or less, to update our followers on what has occurred since the last post. Here goes:
Work dried up in Australia, so I fast-tracked my UK immigration by 12 months. I am living close to Will, we have become inseparable. Chores are special when together, after 5 years long-distance. Life is exciting, and the journey ahead looks promising. This feels like the light after the dark.
- sprite
I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. so if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can’t hold on to all of it. So what I’ve learned is that crying signifies that you are feeling as much as humanely possible and that is living to the fullest extent. So keep feeling and cry often and as much as needed
Such a lovely way to express this.
This. Just this.
Food for thought
Disclaimer: This post is based on what I’ve seen/experiencedin a relatively short time here on Tumblr. I make zero claim to have vast or even marginal knowledge of D/s ordominance … but I damn sure can speak to what I’ve seen.
I’ve been on Tumblr now for almost a year, and for a good part of that time I’ve been exploring the world of D/s … at least as it’s portrayed here. And I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my time on here, don’t get me wrong. But … oh, you knew a ‘but’ was coming … But, the longer I’m on here the more I doubt the online existence of this mythical beast, the Dominant … or at least the available one.
Let me tell you a bit about some of the guys who claim to be dominants that I’ve run across on Tumblr and various other places:
The Dom Juan – You know the guy who introduces himself with a picture of his dick … because isn’t that all we need to know if we want someone, ladies, just a sloppily taken close up of the not-so-good goods? He’s also probably young enough that you have an uncontrollable urge to pat him on the head, offer him some cookies and milk, and inquire as to the state of his homework.
The Internet Dom – You’ve all seen the posts that float around about these classy fellas. Both their communication and grammar skills are usually sadly lacking. They tend to begin with immediate and poorly worded demands for sexually explicit pictures. Honestly, I think most of them are just fuckboys who somehow figured out how to use technology.
The Dom-a-be – You know those really, really nice guys who can’t seem to find control in any other aspect of their lives, but seem to think that if they could only find that one girl who would allow them to control her life, suddenly their lives would become magically better? Yeah, that’s who I’m talking about when I say Dom-a-be. He’s not a bad guy; he’s just not a dominant. He’s just looking for something in his life with some structure. And maybe someday he can have that … but before you can take responsibility for someone else’s life, you have to have at least a modicum of control of your own. And I know this because I’m a parent.
The Married-to-Someone-Else-Dom – I’m pretty much guaranteed to offend someone here, so please feel free to stop reading. Here’s my opinion: If you are actually dominant, and you are in a relationship that has failed or is failing, you will either do everything you can to fix it (without having a piece on the side that your wife has no idea about) or you will bow out gracefully and give both of you a chance to find what you need. I know, I know: there are extenuating circumstances! Here’s why I say that if you are a true dominant that would not be an acceptable excuse: would it work for your sub? One should hold oneself to the same standards one expects from others. If extenuating circumstances can be used as an excuse for a Dom, then the sub can use it too, and the whole D/s dynamic would be null … there are always extenuating circumstances, especially when the task is nonpreferred.
So, tell me, ladies, what kind of dominants have you run into? Am I off base? Gentlemen, do you find it’s similar with submissives?
This fascinating post generated a long discussion between sprite and myself. We also are sometime observers of the ‘internet D/s’ dynamic and have long suspected that much of what gets posted, particularly on Tumblr, is about fantasy and image management as opposed to reality.
Tumblr, being a short-attention-span place for the most part (with notable exceptions, including V&MAgirl and Wordgirl to name but two) things tend to fall into categories, from what I can see. The ‘Internet Dom’ is one such, a personality that can be donned and doffed like a favourite hat. Except that it’s not that simple. as Wordgirl here has pointed out. The category can be broken down, on examination, into subcategories or caricatures, with ‘dominant’ endearing characteristics such as immaturity, boorishness, lack of accountability or marital infidelity. It is almost as though the more someone opts into the Dom category and projects the accepted tropes, the more one becomes, or appears as, one of these caricatures. Buying into ‘the scene’, espousing ‘the lifestyle’ online as a Dom seems to involve employing (to a lesser or greater extent) a variety of signifiers, such as:
ordering women about or speaking to them or about them in a degrading, belittling or patronising way,
placing selfish (usually sexual) demands on others,
posting images of who one would like to be or, usually less appealling, who one actually is. (See ratemydickpic for hilarious examples of this)
superimposing crisp one-liners with limited emotional depth onto porn,
offering ‘help and advice’ as an ‘experienced’ dominant, particularly to ‘new’ subs in an effort to ‘assist their explorations’, (this one rings alarm bells for me)
a liking for baroque interiors or bare brickwork,
demanding the constant attention of the sub, to the exclusion of any requirements of real life.
just reblogging lots of porn, with or without additional comments.
To me, dominance as a category, where one either is or is not, makes no sense, particularly if it involves conforming to a behavioural or aesthetic stereotype. Surely, surely it is at least a continuum or, more likely, a texture that evolves within the context of a relationship or a series of relationships. Surely it is negotiated, including consideration of both people’s limits, needs, preferences, desires. It also appears to me that the subtleties of such relationships do not translate well to ‘low attention span’ media such as Tumblr. I have caught glimpses of people living out degrees of dominance within relationships that do not appear to be as shallow as the run-of-the-mill dominant facade, and it is interesting to me that they are usually found in the writings of their partners. This subtlety may be one of the reasons why many males within power exchange relationships of any emotional depth or maturity are not so visible or vocal. Other reasons may be:
the awareness of the vulnerabilities that such a relationship exposes in a ‘sub’, and the desire to protect those vulnerabilities,
actually having the long-term submission of another, in any area of a relationship, fulfills a deep need much more than bragging about it (and here I am not talking about committed relationships with a degree of exhibitionism),
this sort of negotiated power exchange involves feelings, emotion, commitment, all the sorts of things that men typically do not communicate about,
association with any of the caricatures is unappealing.
So, after sprite and I discussed this, I wondered whether the caricature of the ‘Internet Dom’, while simple and (in the age of the internet) seemingly inevitable, might not actually be filtering out of Tumblr the men out there who exercise a thoughtful and considered degree of mutual power exchange or at least any intelligent discussion of it from a male point of view. Like many areas of life, of course, there are the exceptions which are worth keeping an eye out for.
As to the last question, I am not sure how comfortable I would be describing and categorising Tumblr subs. I think they have a hard enough time as it is from all the ‘Doms’ out there, and besides, they appear to be much more varied and interesting than their two-dimensional counterparts.
Found this on FaceBook today. Perfection.
Take care of yourself
Just a little message for all the littles (and subs) about exercise. Please remember to take take of yourself, even when you are busy. Sometimes going for a brisk walk is enough to make you feel better about yourself, and only takes twenty minutes. I have been guilty of this, something I remedied today. I had forgotten how energising it is to be outside. :o) Littlest was so excited when I brought out her leash! We are going to have to do that more often.
- sprite
What are the signs of emotional abuse?
Abusive Expectations - Makes impossible demands, requires constant attention, and constantly criticizes.
Aggressing - Name calling, accusing, blames, threatens or gives orders, and often disguised as a judgmental “I know best” or “helping” attitude.
Constant Chaos - Deliberately starts arguments with you or others. May treat you well in front of others, but changes when you’re alone.
Rejecting - Refusing to acknowledge a person’s value, worth or presence. Communicating that he or she is useless or inferior or devaluing his or her thoughts and feelings.
Denying - Denies personal needs (especially when need is greatest) with the intent of causing hurt or as punishment. Uses silent treatment as punishment. Denies certain events happened or things that were said. Denies your perceptions, memory and sanity by disallowing any viewpoints other than their own which causes self-doubt, confusion, and loss of self-esteem.
Degrading - Any behavior that diminishes the identity, worth or dignity of the person such as: name-calling, mocking, teasing, insulting, ridiculing,
Emotional Blackmail - Uses guilt, compassion, or fear to get what he or she wants.
Terrorizing - Inducing intense fear or terror in a person, by threats or coercion.
Invalidation - Attempts to distort your perception of the world by refusing to acknowledge your personal reality. Says that your emotions and perceptions aren’t real and shouldn’t be trusted.
Isolating - Reducing or restricting freedom and normal contact with others.
Corrupting - Convincing a person to accept and engage in illegal activities.
Exploiting - Using a person for advantage or profit.
Minimizing - A less extreme form of denial that trivializes something you’ve expressed as unimportant or inconsequential.
Unpredictable Responses - Gets angry and upset in a situation that would normally not warrant a response. You walk around on eggshells to avoid any unnecessary drama over innocent comments you make. Drastic mood swings and outbursts.
Gaslighting -A form of psychological abuse involving the manipulation of situations or events that cause a person to be confused or to doubt his perceptions and memories. Gaslighting causes victims to constantly second-guess themselves and wonder if they’re losing their minds.
Love, Salem
When I read this, I mentally ticked all the boxes. This was exactly what my marriage was like, before I met Will. I convinced myself what was happening was normal, that this is what all marriages looked like, even though deep down I knew something was wrong.
Impossible demands were not impossible at the time, the difficulties were just around my ability to time manage, energy manage, resource manage. Failing to meet expectations was my own fault, and I would try harder next time.
I was never called names outright, but I was blamed for almost everything that went wrong, even if I wasn’t directly responsible. I was criticised constantly, and my weaknesses pointed out on a daily basis. He was ‘helping’ me see my flaws, so I could work on my weaknesses, be a better person. Stronger. He always knew best, and the times that I disagreed led to massive arguments.
"May treat you well in front of others, but changes when you’re alone." In the last few weeks before I left, this was one of the biggest things that made me wake up to my situation. When he would be friendly and nice to others, perfectly agreeable, but moody, demanding and criticising at home.
Emotional blackmail was used anytime I had an independent thought. I wasn’t thinking of him, I was being selfish, I didn’t love him anymore. I was his whole world, apparently, and he ‘needed’ me to be there for him.
I was discouraged from seeing my family, and I lost contact with my friends. I was given the third degree if I spent time with colleagues outside of work. There was no one that I could talk to, no one I trusted.
The denying of me that he did has taken a long time to undo, and is something that Will and I are still working on. My needs, perceptions, thoughts, feelings, everything was denied or criticised. I have never heard of the term ‘Gaslighting’ before, but it describes exactly how I felt. I was seeing a councillor, at his request, to work out why I didn’t remember things the way they ‘happened’, why I ‘couldn’t remember’ things people told me, why I thought people had said things that they ‘really hadn’t’. I believed that there was something wrong with me. I even had my hearing tested at one point, because I was told that my lack of memory was because I must be going deaf. The results can back to say there was nothing wrong with my hearing. It is so real at the time, but so ridiculous later. It’s funny that I haven’t had a single ‘memory lapse’ since I left him.
Invalidation ties right into this. I was apparently oversensitive, and so I was taught not to trust the way I really felt, because I was always overreacting. I learnt the ‘shut the box’, bottle my emotions inside, not let out my frustrations, sadness or anger.
When Will found me, I was closed off, and emotional wreck on the inside, a hard shell on the outside.I am so grateful that He spent time getting to know me, one little bit at a time. He was so patient with me.
None of what happened to me was consensual. It started out as a ‘normal’ relationship, the noose ratcheting tighter over the initial months. By the time I realised something was wrong, it was almost too late. I contemplated suicide many times, just how easy it would be to disappear, not walk around on eggshells anymore. I felt that I couldn’t just leave, I had nowhere to go, nothing to my name.
Emotional abuse is cruel, because nobody sees the bruises. Nobody knows it is happening, sometimes not even the person it is happening to. Please be careful, and have that conversation with anyone that you think shows the signs. Will had the courage to do that with me, and in all likelihood, it saved my life.
- sprite
Owned
Today was a landmark for sprite and Myself. I finished something I started, a long while ago.
Let Me explain.
I sent sprite a text, with a document.
It was her divorce court order. I had taken it from the court website, which I had accessed using her e-mail account. The one I created for her. Mind you, I had a right to see the documents in the application. They were scanned on devices I had given her permission to have, and I had created the situation where she could buy them. We have come a long way from the point where I told her to set up a secret bank account, where she was aiming to save five dollars a month as an emergency fund.
Not only that, I instructed her to fill them in, to file them, under the name I had instructed her to adopt, by deed poll. Now, this is especially rich because, of course, both parties get a certificate. This is poetic justice, as one of the names is Mine. So the man who hurt My sprite will always be wondering where that name came from…
We have come a long way since the day My sprite told Me she wanted to be owned and I said I would accept her. We have been busy, very busy. Everything has flowed from that day, when she consented to being owned, and everything that entailed, the obedience, the trust, the care, and we agreed that it was not going to stop. She has been such a good girl, so obedient, so trusting. And now, that job is done, and now we can get on with our life, and the next challenge.
Thank you for trusting Me, My sprite, with your life.
-Will
It’s no secret that submissive’s need attention, love and care.
We write about it often, or at least many of the people in the community that I follow online do. Often times when I write about it it’s an attempt to reveal the other side of the coin…to humanise BDSM and submission for lack of a better term so that people may come to understand that there is a soft and tender side - a very intimate and loving side in D/s.
What I think I fail to write about often enough is the tenderness that’s sometimes needed with Dominants as well.
Sure, there’s a few posts here and there that hint at it, but it’s often a byline - a secondary thought hidden amongst the posts of rough sex and puppy play and insights into submission (or at least, how I feel about it) and all of the asks….those tiny and probably far too infrequent posts get lost.
Some of you may have been following closely enough and long enough to remember the couple of days that I went on the #giftofthedominant spree of posts…but that was back when I was a tiny little blog with about 200 followers…since then? well, it’s been brought to my attention that I haven’t really spoken about it since….
I was speaking with a friend today who asked (I’m paraphrasing) “Do you feel uncomfortable if a Dom were to cry and need you to hold them when they’re feeling down?”. I was shocked. This is someone I feel I know quite well, and who knows a lot more about me than most - especially in terms of submission and BDSM (Oh yeah….you should hear the things I DON’T rant about on here….) and yet here we were - because they were right. I’d never actually acknowledged Dominants as human beings capable of the whole wide range of emotions that make everyone so beautiful and unique and complex….
So here’s the thing.
I love Dominants.
They are incredibly strong, dedicated and passionate people. They sign themselves up to be wholly responsible for another humans well being - I have so much admiration for anyone who can not only take on that responsibility but also cherish each moment that they’re able to. The depth of my gratitude to those that do it well is almost unfathomable….it’s a big job.
Do I see having bad days and needing a submissive to hold you close and take care of you emotionally as being weak? No. Not for a second. I view it as being human and I want to be able to see that side as well.
My submission may often times come in the form of obedience and compliance. I can be annoyingly indecisive and I enjoy others taking control…but no matter what we’re doing or what the situation is, my goal is always the same…to make a positive impact in the life of someone I care about deeply and to contribute to their sense of happiness, wholeness, comfort, safety and pleasure. I don’t care how that goal is achieved, as long as I do everything within my power to achieve it then I’m happy.
So no. I don’t care if it’s occasionally in the form of wrapping my arms around you and stroking your hair and letting you cry or tell me all about the inner turbulence under that sea of calm. I don’t care if it’s in the form of mothering you when you’re sick. I don’t care if it comes in the form of wrapping a blanket around you and putting on your favourite movie and staying close so we can feel each others heartbeats….as long as it helps. As long as doing so in those times brings you some form of comfort and pleasure then that’s all I need for it to be OK.
My servitude may come in many forms and be expressed in numerous ways because my devotion to you is strong enough and deep enough to truly care about fulfilling ALL of your wants, needs and desires.
That’s not BDSM or Dominance and submission or CG/l or vanilla or any other one of the tags, labels and names that are thrown about.
That’s love - and you cannot have my submission without it.
I’m truly sorry if I have ever indicated, hinted or implied that Dominants do not deserve that or should be negatively judged for allowing themselves to be vulnerable.
Yes…I want you to be my Superman, and I will tell the rest of the world that that’s who you are…but I also want to know the regular old Clarke Kent as well.
That’s my rant done. Thank you for sticking with it.
~Wyn x
This is a part of D/s that we don’t acknowledge nearly enough. Doms aren’t superhuman, they sometimes need to take time to be cared for too. I love the way Wyn describes her submission, as a need to see others cared for and happy, by all means. It is wonderful to see someone else writing things that I have tried explaining before, but haven’t been able to articulate very well. Thank you.
- sprite
(comic by BeefPaper)
I feel this! After an extended period away at Uni, pretending to be an actual adult, I am unwinding this weekend.
- sprite
Don’t mess with sprite.
She’ll have you.
Some useful Google tricks.
More facts on Ultrafacts
You can also play Atari Breakout by searching it in google images. Another fun one is to google search “zerg rush” (referring to a popular strategy in the game Starcraft) :D where you get to fight the o’s eating your search results. :D
you may also select Elmer Fudd as a Google language.
Some posts catch you by surprise. This one cut Me to the bone.
-Will
An update
We know we have been away for a while. Will has asked me to write a little note to update you on what we have been up to. These are the headlines, if you would like to know more, you are very welcome to ask. :o)
Here are ten things, in no particular order:
1. I discovered that Katy Perry is a little, from seeing her for myself.
2. I was nearly mistaken for Katy Perry, when Will preordered drinks and food at a restaurant for me.
3. My job anxiety for next year has been solved, just as Will said it would.
4. Will and I are enjoying being study buddies, again.
5. *That* paperwork got sorted. What a relief!
6. I reviewed my jewellery, and discovered that the only things I wear are things that Will has picked for me or given me permission to buy.
7. I nearly died when I thought I had broken the internet, and Will couldn't reach me.
8. Will has been enjoying pushing me a little, when he takes more control.
9. I went shopping 'on my own', and Will authorised lots of purchases of things I would not have been allowed to buy before (before he took ownership of me).
10. The last of the cotton wool has been stripped away, and I am enjoying things that I had been previously told that I was not capable of doing, such as team sports.
We now have 140 followers, thank you to everyone! I am sure that a few of you will be bold enough to ask about one or two of these headlines. We would also like to say thank you for all the lovely posts you have been putting up since we have been away. We have been paying attention, even if we have been a little bit quiet.
- sprite
Here’s another:
Hand of the Sculptor
The sculptor’s touch, whose hands so love the clay They feel its life and breath as if their own, Turn daily to the loving task they choose Above all others – this clay’s his alone. Its textured pliability will change According to...
The Bucket List
Since Will and I worked out when I would be moving to be with him, things have changed a little. Having goals and a direction of travel means that we can move with purpose, but also allow ourselves think about what it will be like. Warning: this may be a bit cutesy for some. You have been warned.
More and more often, we share things that we am looking forward to. This is a small list of those things: - Waking up in the same warm, cosy bed - Sharing meals - Having my meals chosen for me while out together - Holding hands in public, including pinkies (my personal favourite) - Exploring new technology together - Traveling together - Feeling Will’s fingers stroking my hair - Falling asleep in Will’s lap while listening to a story - Seeing Will’s smile - Cooking for each other - Learning karate together - Watching littlest be as comfortable with Will as she is with me
This is just a microscopic portion of the things we have talked about lately, the list grows every day. We started a Bucket List on Google Drive, so we can both add to the things that we want to do together once the distance is closed. Goodness knows how long this list will be by the time we start ticking things off.
To our followers in LDRs, do you have any other ways of keeping track of a bucket list or first meeting list?
- sprite
The Morning Walk When Anne and I go out a walk, We hold each other's hand and talk Of all the things we mean to do When Anne and I are forty-two. And when we've thought about a thing, Like bowling hoops or bicycling, Or falling down on Anne's balloon, We do it in the afternoon. sprite's goodnight poem tonight. I never realised that A.A. Milne was a past master at the old double entendre. -Will