Wednesday, November 24, 2010

C O M M U N I C A T I O N ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Who holds the power? I do damn it. No? Some of you disagree? You mean to tell me I do NOT hold the power?

Seriously, who does hold the power? A submissive or bottom does. How so? Because they have a right to a safe word and to say stop or go. A Dominant simples’ carry out as instructed. WAIT!!!! Before you Dom’s who read this get your panties in a wad, let me go into more depth. Sheesh!!!

A submissive has the right to set limits, have a safe word and the right to say no. If you do NOT believe this, then stop reading right fucking now and click the red X in the upper right corner and get the fuck out of my blog you fucking candy ass pansy motherfucker. YOU are one of the abuser’s who give the rest of us true and genuine Dom’s a bad name and make it so fucking hard on us to find a submissive who needs someone like us. Where the fuck was I? Oh yes, a submissive has the power in a Dom/sub relationship.

Think about it. If you are “playing” with a submissive and they use their safe word, you are required by law, punishable under section 69, subsection 1234, paragraph ouch in the Dominants log star dated 41876453. Don’t believe me? Look it up. While you are at it, will you please water my money tree as you walk by? Thanks.

Ok, now on to the real education here. As a Dom/sub couple, you the Dominant should know that and practice safe words. Are they always used? No. But you should always have one. No if ands or ghetto butts about it. If you are a GOOD Dom, your submissive should never have to use it. IF you are a GREAT Dom, then you should be able to push your submissive right to the point of a safe word and back off. How else are you going to reach that inevitable peak of endorphin high if you do not? Both for you and your submissive.

The key to any and all of this is communication and honesty. I always want to talk about things. And many times I always get the “I do not cyber, do phone sex nor am I here to let you get off while I am talking about doing these things.” Get the fuck over yourself. I want to talk about and discuss these things to understand your head and how it processes information. What you are thinking during a scene. What emotions you are going through. So on and so forth. Am I going to get a hard on while having this discussion? I always do. But I will save that for the subbie to take care of, if it is a part of our scene we have discussed before hand. DAMN IT!!! Didn’t I just say communication and honesty are very important? Pay attention.

I always allow a submissive to tell me their limits. Tell me their wants and desires. Tell me the do’s and don’ts I might tweak what they say and give them for instances to clarify what they are saying or to open their eyes to a different avenue for them to explore. I have yet to have one tell me to get lost once I have explained my intentions of discussing past experiences. That is the ones who have let me explain it.

I always seek out a submissive who can and will talk openly and honestly. The ones who stay quite, keep their mouth shut and continue to be a “yes” subbie are more of a turn off then one who presents a challenge mentally for me. It is more of a turn on to have a submissive who will openly discuss and communicate with me.

Bottom line is this. Without communication and honesty there is no hope in sight for you. Communicate. Be open and honest. Be understanding. If you can exercise the patience and adopt these simple rules, you will enjoy some great times with one another. Other wise, call yourself a slave and be a fucking doormat. And I don’t want to hear you fucking complain one time about it when you are treated that way.

Me
I will inflict the pain, but I will kiss away the tears.

Did you just fart?

I have to comment on something I read this morning. I saw where a submissive asked if anyone had ever experienced someone passing gas in the middle of a scene? Imagine a submissive over my knee, I am spanking her and suddenly she farts. How would I react? Would I laugh? Would I be grossed out? Would I scream a safe word? Is farting considered part of scat?

Well, a couple of thoughts on this. First reaction. IF a submissive should happen to pass gas, break wind, fart, expel flatulence... How would I react? Once I got over the initial shock, I would probably blister that ass. Grab a good handful of hair, snap that head back and spank that ass until my hand went numb. Farting is one thing. I can even tolerate a fart if we are spooning and I get a pseudo blowjob from it. But farting literally in my face? OH FUCK NO!!!!! The only thing that would save you from that is if you caused me to pass out there on the spot. Other wise I will show no mercy on your ass. You have heard of Fist's of Fury? Well it will be spanks o' plenty. My hand would work in such a blur that even slow motion photography would not be able to slow my hand down enough to be able to count. I would get in a hundred swats before your brain would even register that I have slapped your ass once. The time it takes that nerve to fire a message to your brain from your ass is long enough for me to get in a 1000 swats. Think I am kidding? Who wants to be the first to try and fart in my face? Anyone brave enough to test me and find out?

I know I am just as guilty as anyone else, maybe even more guilty of farting. What human does not fart. We ALL do. Even as a little kid when my mother tried to blame the dog when she farted, I KNEW she did it. One time she did it and blamed the dog. Only I shot back and said the dog is outside. The response then was, do not sass me followed by a back hand to the face. Or what about my grandmother who coughs when she farts to hide it. Although sometimes I wonder if she farts when she IS coughing. Instead of a "fartcoughcough" it is a "coughfartcoughcoughfartcough". Either way we ALL do it. I seem to fart more when I have been drinking a fair amount of beer. Hey, I need another beer. What!?! Out of beer? How many have we had? 2, 3, 30??? Anyhow, point being we all fart. Admit it or not. We do it.

Could it happen? Possibly. Hell, I think there has been once or twice that I had to suppress a fart while getting a blowjob. Would I blast away while you were down there? Probably not, unless you were into humiliation and then well, all bets are off. HOLY COW, I JUST FARTED IN YOUR FACE BITCH. HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT?!?!!

Seriously though, I think the way the human body reacts to erotic stimulation would prevent that from happening. Your brain and body is going to be more focused on how you feel at that point. If your stomach fires a message to your brain saying "HEY I NEED TO FART" your brain is going to click ignore on the stomach and say not now, I am trying to re-route all nerve activity from the ass to ease the pain. Besides, right now the asshole is so clenched up, there is nothing that is going to be going out let alone coming in through there. So, this is your brain telling you, stomach, to shut the fuck up. But then again it has not happened to me, and to my knowledge no one has gotten close enough to cutting one loose. And no I am not interested in experiencing it either.

My final thought is this. We all are different inside and out. We might say we are a like, but truthfully we are all different. I would gladly have this conversation with someone who has vast knowledge of the human body. But I would rely more on actual real time, real world experiences to form an opinion on it. Just don't try to pass gas on me.

Me
I will inflict the pain, but I will kiss away the tears.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Story time part 4

With trembling hands she reached behind her to unzip the dress she was wearing. With her other hand clutching the top of her dress, she looked at his feet and hesitated for a moment. Long enough for him to quickly reach out, grab a handful of her hair and snap her neck back.

Through clenched teeth, he growled at her, spittle coming from his mouth. Close enough to her face, she could feel the drops fall on her skin, the heat of his breath on her cheek. Looking into those fiery eyes of his, she began to melt in his grasp. “I will only say this one last time. Strip now to your stockings and heels, or I will rip that dress from your body and push your naked ass into the hallway and lock the door behind you.”

Biting her bottom lip, her breath caught in her chest, she loosed her grip on the top of the dress and felt it fall to the floor. Her knees were now trembling as he released his grip on her hair. His voice softening, he said but one word. Good. As he turned away from her to focus on his meal, he said, “And the bra too.” Uncovering the dishes before him, she could sense the smile on his face as for the first time tonight, “Finally, someone follows my orders.” Sitting down at the table, he lays his napkin in his lap, reaches for his fork and takes a stab at the vegetables on his plate. Pouring himself a glass of wine, he finally turns his head to look at her. With a smile on his face, he orders her to her knees and instructs her to crawl to him.

Slowly sliding to the floor, bracing herself on the edge of the bed, putting her hands on the floor, the begins her slow crawl over to him. Only to be thinking, What the fuck are you doing? Why are you allowing him to talk to you like this? Why are you allowing him to treat you this way? As her legs rub against one another, she realizes her body has betrayed her mind and can feel the wetness between her legs. Not just in her crotch, but down her thighs. The rub of her stockings on her legs tantalizes her skin as her lips are tingling from this new sensation in her body. Her nipples ache. Her body is hot. Her face feels flush.

Reaching him, she looks up into those eyes of his. Those eyes of desire. Those eyes of passion. Those eyes…. Those same eyes she saw earlier today at the book signing. Those eyes that told her to come to him. Those eyes of power. Now what? She is on her hands and knees, looking up at him as he takes a bite of food. Should she stand and sit in the chair next to him? Does she stay there until instructed otherwise? What the hell do I do now?!

Looking down at her, he smiles broadly. Taking another bite of food, he puts his fork down and as he is chewing his food, he reaches across the table and grabs the choker chain for her. Looping it together, he turns and bends down and pulls the chain over her hand and around her neck. Pulling her hair out, he reaches down, grabs a hold of the loop at the end of the chain and gives it a slight pull tightening it around her neck. “Please, stand and join me for dinner. Your food is getting cold.”

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Story Time Chapter 4

Stay tuned for chapter 4. Seeking some inspiration. Check back soon!!!!!!!