Some days I wake up and the world is merely an annoyance.
This morning however I woke up and chose anger. Pros: gym session was a great way of burning some of it off. Cons: I want to watch the world burn.
Anyone else get these days?
Original challenge posted here
https://thecage.co/blog/userblog.php?blog_id=64412&postid=64751#anc
here's my entry I can't do country songs or southern accents so mine is in limerick form.
The challenge was laid down and recorded
To make a poem that would be applauded
About BDSM and the desperation of men
Who take the themes then distort it.
The instadoms spend lots of time,
Finding young ladies online,
The promise and preach
And try to beseech
With the mental age of at least nine,
Time again I’ve heard it be said,
He just wants to get me in bed,
With a collar and cuffs,
And some kinky stuffs,
But I tell him I’d rather be dead.
The instasubs act much the same,
And frankly its terribly lame,
When they try to implore you,
But choose to ignore you,
When you call them out on their games.
For me its more like a dance
Where you take your time then advance.
But the instas throw paddys,
Screaming please train me daddy
And I think “No fucking chance.”
So let me finish by saying,
That though there are some that are playing.
The Community here
Is full of great cheer.
And so Ladies and Gents I am staying.
Authors note, this is my retelling of a time a few years back when I had a very submissive partner, some of the finer details have been lost to memory (but not many) and I have made name changes where appropriate. And to make it more entertaining for the masses I may embellish the language a bit for ease of reading.
It started with a poker game, the weather had been awful and Sarah (not real name duh) had driven to see me for the weekend. Unable to go out and actually wonder around we had decided to buy two bags of Haribo from the supermarket when we went shopping and decided to break out a pack of cards and, using the Haribo as betting chips, see who could attain diabetes first.
Short version I did, Sarah could not play poker.
As I was gathering my winnings into a bowl Sarah shuffles the deck and asks “How about another round?” I was intrigued, her previous visits had been similar in nature, we would go out and see a film or visit a local tourist spot have some lunch and when we got back, she would be both incredibly horny and want to play with my collection of BDSM equipment. She would get this gleam in her eye the longer we pretended everything was vanilla, a desperation and expectation mixed in together.
It would turn into a game, I would remain collected and watch the desire on her face grow to breaking point, then it would come down to who went first, would I give her an order or would she beg me for my Dominance?
“You have nothing left to bet” I said feigning ignorance as she fidgeted on the sofa.
“I have my necklace?” she chimed hopefully.
I paused putting the sweets into a bowl and looked at her with a raised eyebrow “And how many of these,” I shook the bowl slightly “Is that worth?”
She bit her lip, something she knew I found incredibly erotic when she did it the right way, she was trying for distraction.
“I’d say 20?”
I kept my face as impassive as possible
“15” was my reply, I wanted to see if she’d argue, challenge me on this.
She didn’t and after the next round I was two bags of sweets and a necklace up.
“I’ll bet you 50 against your top” I said casually.
And that’s how the game of strip poker started, it was unfortunate that Sarah was either bad at poker or unlucky, soon she was naked opposite me on the corner sofa trying in vain to cover herself with her hands as she held her cards. Fortunately, she couldn’t quite cover herself up and I was treated to a full view of her.
At this point I was hard, the look of embarrassment on her face coupled with her attempts at preserving her dignity and the knowledge that she was aroused by her situation created a melting boiling sensation in the pit of my stomach. I knew I only had to give her an order, instruct her to do anything and she would instantly comply, free from the responsibility of choice, to dance as a puppet on my strings.
As that thought went through my head I wondered if she was actually capable of dancing for me. I tucked that thought into the back of my head as I made for the coup de grace.
“Well” I said picking up my bowl of sweets and carefully folded pile of clothes “I guess that makes me the winner”
Her hands dropped and her head snapped up as I walked to the kitchen side (I had a small flat the kitchen/living area was open plan) I could tell she was confused, surely the game couldn’t be over.
“Unless you have anything else to bet?” I continued, turning back to the sofa Sarah’s face had flushed.
“What did you have in mind?” She sounded hesitant but I knew that she knew what the answer would be.
“Your submission, for the rest of the weekend.” Sarah’s mouth twitched into a small smile “You will have your safe words, but everything else from the clothes you wear to the actions you perform will be decided on by me.”
I handed her the deck to shuffle, mainly because she couldn’t cover herself and shuffle at the same time and I wanted to appreciate her breasts from my comfortable spot on the sofa. She paused, weighing up my offer.
This was a key theme in our dynamic, it wasn’t enough for me to just take control of her. Although when the mood took us that’s how we played it, for us she had to give me that control, to surrender it to me.
We made no fancy bets this time, we simply turned the table cards over and revealed our hands…
I remember the look on her face as her final hand failed, a mix of anxiety and excitement about what I would do to her.
There was a pause as I watched her running through scenarios in her head, she met my eye and I could read the excitement on her face.
“Straddle” I said pointing at my lap.
I will give Sarah credit, rather than simply standing up and walking across to me, she crawled slowly along the corner sofa, her hips swaying with each movement catching my eye. When she reached me, she stretched her leg across me and put her arms out either side of my head to steady herself. I could hear her breathing softly waiting for the next command.
I placed one hand in her shoulder length brown hair and, taking a fistful pulled her head back slightly whilst my other hand pulled her hips into mine. She gasped as I ran my tongue around her nipple slowly tracing over it before gently biting down between my teeth, she moaned and I could feel her try to adjust herself on my jeans. I took the hand holding her hips and spanked her on her ass once.
“Don’t move!”
“Yes Sir” she gasped.
“I want you to understand” I said clearly moving my hand between her legs and feeling her wetness against my fingers, I slowly circled them watching the expression of desire on her face as she let out a low moan “You are my property until I say otherwise or the weekend ends, I will collar you, cuff you, gag you, tease you and use you for my sexual pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes Sir” she whispered, trying desperately to not move against my fingers.
“If you are argumentative, difficult or fail in any of the tasks I give you I will punish you appropriately” I pulled her head down to mine so I could whisper softly in her ear “but if you are good, I will bring you pleasure you can’t imagine. Do you understand?”
Sarah’s body stiffened as my words caressed her flushed cheek, her response was an equally soft whimper of need.
“Yes…”
I took my hand and again slapped her ass.
“Yes what?”
“Yes Sir”
I took the hand that had been exploring her cunt and pushed the fingers into her mouth, her tongue exploring them hungrily, my other hand moved from her hair to her neck I gave a soft exertion of pressure before cupping her breast.
“Grind on me.” I ordered
Sarah’s hips began to push against mine rubbing her wet pussy on my jeans, now straining against my cock, I squeezed a nipple between my thumb and forefinger, her eyes closed and her moans vibrating through my fingers as her tongue still greedily lapped at my fingers. She started to breath harder, her hips moving faster and more urgently.
Part of me wanted to see her come on me from this, but I wanted her to stay desperate for just a while longer.
“Enough” I said before she could climax. “Get on the floor on all fours.”
She stopped slowly, the same way a wind-up toy slowly comes to a halt, I could feel how badly she wanted to continue. To seduce me into allowing her more time, when I had watched her enough, I gave her two words “Now. Slave.”
Shakily she stood up off of me and I saw her legs tremble as she went to all fours, she had left a wet patch on my jeans, I would have to wash those later, but for now my mind was racing, all the things I could do to this woman, all the dark and twisted games from the corners of my mind flooding in each clamoring for attention, wanting to be chosen as the days punishment or pleasure. I could feel the bubbling fire behind my stomach that churning excitement that I feel when a woman submits herself to me. I knew that Sarah would do anything I commanded her to I could raise her up to the highest of heights or crush her completely it was all within my power to do. An intoxicating feeling that left me having to calm and collect myself.
I took a deep breath, and focused on the woman in front of me.
“Let’s put your collar on” I said, managing to level my voice against my desire and excitement.
“Yes Sir” She responded, and started off at that slow sexy crawl towards the bedroom, I followed behind watching her hips sway, I could have pushed her head down into the carpet and taken her right there, but again I waited, I knew she was trying to cajole a response from me but I wasn’t about to give her the satisfaction … not that kind anyway.
At the bedroom door I stopped her with my hand at the back of her neck.
“Face the wall” I said simply “Nadu.”
Sarah complied, I went into the bedroom, and fetched from under the bed my box of tricks and toys.
(I shit you not we called it the sex-box 360, it was the second box … anyway back to it)
I came back into the corridor and crouched behind Sarah I slowly snaked my index finger from the base of her spine to the top of her neck, watching the goosepimples form from my touch. I then raked my fingernails back down, her shoulders flexed as the sensations ran along her skin.
“Be still and raise your chin.”
She complied instantly, the Collar she expected, and I could almost feel the smile on her face as I clicked the popper in place to fasten it.
What she wasn’t expecting quite as much was the blindfold placed over her eyes, or as she gasped the ball gag that I fastened in place in between her teeth.
“mmmph, o, air” came the muffled outcry, but she was faking indignation, the wetness between her legs giving her away. One hand exploring her pussy again while the other slowly stroked up her torso and around her breasts. She was straining to leave the Nadu position but knew I was looking for an excuse to punish her.
“I never promised to play fair.” I whispered as I nibbled on her ear gently. “Now I have taken your sight and your voice from you” I ran my tongue gently on the inside of her ear a sharp intake of breath and a moan were my rewards “What else will I be able to take from you this afternoon?”
I slowly removed my hands and stood above her walking away without a word to leave her in position to consider what I would have in store.
So that’s it for this particular insight into my sex life, I may put up part 2 later it depends on A) when I get to it B) popular demand and C) how much procrastination I feel like doing.
So if you enjoyed great, if you didn’t its not my fault you read it and if you want to critique my writing style the recycle bin is always in use 😉 Now that you’ve made it this far premium members can enjoy my latest joke.
If I were to sum up my life recently it would look a bit like this.
10>Wake up
20> work
30> eat
40> work
50>sleep
60> goto 10
and run;
Its not fun and often times I have to miss out on social activities between self improvement and work, I enjoy the gym but the 40 minute walk there and back can be off putting at times.
But it makes me appreciate the small things, the conversations I have on here, being able to go for a walk while the sun is out, being able to drink coffee when I like etc small things, sometimes they are all you have.
Still I have a tattoo booked in for Saturday and I may go bouldering on Sunday just to get out and have a change so its all good.
I only ever seem to complain on these blogs huh. maybe next time I'll write something interesting.
We all deal with pain differently,
We all deal with different pain differently,
Physical pain, emotional pain, mental pain.
Grief, anxiety, depression, inadequacy issues.
They all hurt and they all need to be treated in different ways.
Sometimes that way is to tie someone down and take their control from them so that you can feel in control of something, anything.....
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BUT as that option is not available to me currently I just go to the gym and throw heavy things about to feel better.
I'll be honest guys there is more than one way to fight the big sad, pick your battles, win your wars, tame your demons you are all fantastic people to me.
Also Monday I managed 5x130kg on a rack pull which might be small change for some of you but its progress for me :D
What makes a Dom(me) a Dom(me), honestly the brackets are going to annoy me so for further reference in this blog post if you see "Dom" do me a favor and also imagine I wrote "Domme" as well? All good? Cheers, lets carry on!
So this question goes out to both sides of the slash, what is the key defining feature that would make a Dom? I see a lot of posts on this and have so far come to the conclusion that to a lot of Doms, the idea is in the protocol of ownership, the "I say jump, you say how high" especially in younger male Doms there is an expectation or demand for subs to submit in a more M/s dynamic.
Conversely reading through the profiles and personals of female subs for example, a lot of them wish for a caregiver or protector but someone who will instill discipline at poor (read bratty) behaviour leaning over to the DD/lg dynamic.
Now the part of me interested in social sciences wonders if this is due to these Men wanting to prove their dominance and these women wishing to have their best experience in someone stern but soft.
There are of course exceptions to the rule and BDSM in general is unique to the person and dynamic. I am just approaching this from a very high level.
My point, beyond wittering and avoiding doing the hoovering in my flat right now, is that the key reason I consider myself a Dom is because I like having control. I want to be able to face any situation calmly and resolutely without panicking or being left on my back foot. Which is why I've never been to keen to be on the receiving end of surprise parties. I like to think I can handle myself with a class and calm authority in both my normal life and my BDSM adventures.
Although I know this differs for all and I'm interested in your opinions?
"Listen carefully I shall say this only once"
you get bonus points if you tell me the series that quote is from (Hint: its a comedy)
So in the past couple of weeks there have been an increase in messages from "subs" sending me a message offering me phone numbers and telling me things like they want training from me.
Now most of these are either likely to be fake accounts or incredibly inexperienced people who think this is the best way to get someones attention.
So ignoring the first group, because if you have a fake account who cares, the second group should be very wary.
I see myself as being somewhat old fashioned, I will have a conversation and get to know you and who you are outside of the whole BDSM scene before I decide if I wish to pursue a dynamic/relationship with you. Which usually means when such people message me they're put off pretty quickly because a "real Dom" wouldn't be so polite.
Well yes I really fucking would be wouldn't I!!!!
But I have a concern that what will happen is these new inexperienced people may dive straight into having a dynamic with what I term as a "paper Dom" someone who isn't aware of the responsibility that comes with being the Dominant in a relationship, who just wants a quick way to get their rocks off.
Please new subs, take time to learn what it is that YOU want, and remember being submissive is not the same as being disrespected.
AND STOP SPAMMING MY INBOX lol
Man meets Woman, falls, Woman leaves, seemingly without a care of what she breaks.
Now before we all jump on the wagon that is parked nearby the genders can be reversed and the results criss-crossed back and forth and round and round.
The fact is all of us at some point have an option, make or break. Move forward or fall behind. The option is to be better than we were before, even if that means leaving behind something you thought was precious to you.
Be better than the day before, that's all we can ask.
After all the wolf that wins is the one we feed.
anyway enough prattling hope you are all ok! :)
Got bored today, wrote this ... I haven't written creatively in years so if you don't like it ... tough
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We're all monsters here,
Claws that tear the flesh, Fangs that grip the throat.
Monsters whose fur is scarred and matted.
Howling with rage at all the world.
For that world hunts us,
and yet they are the prey.
I have been here before,
Alone,
Doubted,
Belittled,
Told that I do not belong, That I am unnatural.
I am still here,
Every hero, every savior, every shining god has fallen before me.
So come at me in your hatred and your rage.
Watch it crash into me like ships upon the cliff.
Watch my eyes turn cold,
Watch my blood-soaked fur stand on end.
Watch me stand over you as your vision fades,
It's all another fight to me.
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Enjoy all I'm off to a pub quiz now
So here we are,
Week 1 of the new digs, new responsibilities new jobs its all very exciting.
And wearing .... lets not forget that.
And the stress builds and sometimes you need to let it all out.
Sometimes you wonder why life is so complicated, it seems to make a beeline for you with every bad thing it can.
Sometimes you have to make hay while the sun shines its that simple.
Not much on BDSM this post sorry guys, just needed to air my thoughts out.
Maybe next time I'll tell you about the time I won strip poker against a friend of mine.