He watched as she awkwardly coiled the thin, chocolate brown rope three times around her small wrist. He smiled at her as she pulled at the end with her teeth...tightening the knot. She smiled widely at him...the love shining in her eyes, her excitement palpable. He took her hand, cupping it gently in his, palm upward. He brought her wrist up to his lips and gently kissed the knot secured there. "This is a symbol of what's to come, sub" , he told her. And ...
“Collar, sub” the simple command was one she knew well. She reached for her hair, scooping her dark locks into her hand and pulling them to one side, exposing her neck to him. He bent over her…encircling her neck with a simple, black leather collar and fastening it. It was void of decoration, but for the buckle and a round, metal loop that dangled from her throat. “Your hands” he ordered quietly…his commanding tone giving her goosebumps. She raised ...
Updated 04-13-2011 at 11:56 PM by ~ willow ~
The Master is an artist , His slave the clay, with the whip He will shape her , with humility He will mold her, Some will admire her, But only the Master, not even the slave, will know her true beauty, for her true beauty lies in her love for her Master. -J. Yednak-
So good to be back and hopefully make up for lost time with real good friends that i have missed
In a previous post I declared that I do not want to get old. That remains true. It then occurred to me that I needed to take a look at where I am in both my life and my station in the BDSM lifestyle. This requires a bit of background. I was introduced into the lifestyle almost by accident. I was a 20 something, young stud in a university town, who was living life large. I was typical. Parties, clubs, etc. etc. This was in the middle 70's, the ...
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *pulls out my note pad, a pen, and some courage and begins to write* this is funny i was almost forced by some of the members in chat to get my ass out there and start this thread.."fuck you all but i love you all just the same" lol One of the members say that my lil baby blogs would get alittle more attention then her life, i hightly doubt that, she's wayyy more ...
Words are the building blocks of our ideas. Because of this, the words we use affect how we interpret the ideas we have, much the same way a house built out of brick is not the same as one built of steel, and how a mural done in crayon isn’t seen the same as one done in oils. The words we use frame the ideas we express through their intonations. Because of this, I hate many of the words we collectively use to discuss and describe d/s as they frame it in an alienating, self-deprecating manner. So ...
You….have changed me… Molded me into a new and beautiful creature, strong and resilient…powerful on my knees. You have forged my heart in cruel and awesome fires… only to wrap me in tenderness, and to fold me in arms of light. You…have given me a name…a purpose… and a hope that will not fade… You have made me...Yours.
So many times I go places and get to hear someone waxing poetic about BDSM. I have been on chat boards and in chat rooms where people discuss BDSM and what it really means. Hell, I've read blogs with intense writings by intense people detailing the "truth" behind BDSM - "A Master: What it really means" or "Real Slavery: A Life of Servitude". Of course, most of these folks have the private line to the BDSM gods who tell them what it truly means to be ...
Tomorrow... I will wake up from a dream that was not of you. I will not cry before I can even get my head off the pillow. I will not place my feet on the floor and feel my legs give away from the feeling of loss. Tomorrow... I will smile a real smile for a friend and laugh without having to fake it. I will pick up the phone and not think to call you. I will not have a memory of you in every word I speak. Tomorrow... I will make it through the whole day without wondering why. I will make it throught ...
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