Rants,Ravs&Words

As experienced as I come across their are times when I get an overwhelming sence of fear of the unknown, life can be full of confusion, self doubt seeps into the every day. Pondering how I could have done better can lead into a spiral of self criticism. I have personality flors  like all of us and there are times I tend to focus on these rather then positive attributes. It can be difficult for me to look at my self subjectively and when I do I can't always see what impact my behaviour is going to have or is having  on others. There are times even as someone who is a Dominant and sadisticlly minded I fall into a vulnerable head space. I have a tendency to travel around extremes of behaviour. And then crash for days and weeks as I recalibrate. 

I'm confused at the moment and little scared, I feel something is on the horizon I just can't tell whether it's going to be positive or negative.

KNIFE what words or feelings come to mind as you say it...fear nervousness...or a sence of excitement,  curiosity or a tingle of pleasure. You might think they are pritty objects or just usefull for cutting the veg. They can be used as a way of instilling fear or cutting of clothe.  But Knife play can be one of the most beautiful, intermate bonding experiences you have with an outher person. But it does not come with out huge potential Risk of Harm. 

Knife Play like all aspects of BDSM has to commincated. Informed concent needs to be given before a blade touches flesh.

Where to start.

Run the blade of clean blutish  knife. Test the edge before you you use it.  (it is advised you only use Knives for the indented purpose of play) gently over the serfice of skin. Do not leave any scratches or marks. Be as gently and as slow as you can. Keep the Point away from the flesh.

Think about the sensation this would would create on another.

Knives I have found to work best for Knife  Play are throwing Knives partly because of how well blanced they are also because they are flat you have much more   control the blade and are able to direct it better. The edges are also generally blunted to create the perfect sensation.

Safety And RISK.

Do a little first aid research before you start.

Only use Knives for the intended purposes of play.

Use clean starile knives.

Keep knives in their box or sheeves.

Do not use Razor Sharp Knives.

Keep a fully stocked first aid box close by

The Emergency services Phone No. on your phone and near by incase of injury. 

Communicate your intentions before you start.

Many people I have come across from the UK have written nothing illegal under their limits. That is all well and good until you consider that aspects of BDSM are illegal under UK Law. There are lots of campaigns to change the law however as it stands engagement sadomasachistc play can be seen as a criminal offence in the eyes of the law as it falls under illegal assault. Regardless of whether it is consensual.

Be Legally Aware 

http://www.spannertrust.org/documents/smandthelaw.asp

Through Pain, More Gain?
A Survey into the Psychosocial Benefits of
Sadomasochism
Andrea Duarte Silva

https://core.ac.uk/download/pdf/30905998.pdf 

https://archive.org/stream/SafeSaneAndConsensual/Safe-Sane-And-Consensual#page/n17/mode/2up

Safe, Sane And Consensual - Contemporary Perspectives on Sadomasochism

(Note *Sadomasochism was removed from the DSM-IV in 2014 and is no longer considered to be sexualy devient)

https://archive.org/details/ScrewTheRosesSendMeTheThorns

Screw The Roes Send Me The Thorns 

I'm in a distant isolated place. 

Geographically and mentally.

you are in my subconscious

thorghts.

And with me we as I walk.

I know this distance all to well.

I know my good night's can be

abrupt.

My sadistic cruelty has few

boundaries.

But with you I explore an inner

world.

And although it seems I'm far

away.

you are driving with me over these

long plains.

A day one day will come

when touch becomes 

a phisical spark.

It's hard as hell to maintain

presence when distance is all

we have. 

But I can say with faith that

dispite the distance

dispite how I come across 

dispite my own callous nature.

I am with you with love.

I have looked over how

come across

And can see what was needed 

was a tender moment to balance 

out my brutal beast.

I know all to well that what

lacked was deep aftercare.

I can't say I have done wrong

because I lacked a self

awareness.

But if we are going to maintain

this.

I have to work harder and harder

still.

to reduce the distance

that phisical boundaries and

cercomstance have put

between us.

It's not with sorry but for striving 

to to make you proud to call me 

Master

I'm in a distant isolated place. 

Geographically and mentally.

you are in my subconscious

thorghts.

And with me we as I walk.

I know this distance all to well.

I know my good night's can be

abrupt.

My sadistic cruelty has few

boundaries.

But with you I explore an inner

world.

And although it seems I'm far

away.

you are driving with me over these

long plains.

A day one day will come

when touch becomes 

a phisical spark.

It's hard as hell to maintain

presence when distance is all

we have. 

But I can say with faith that

dispite the distance

dispite how I come across 

dispite my own callous nature.

I am with you with love.

I have looked over how

come across

And can see what was needed 

was a tender moment to balance 

out my brutal beast.

I know all to well that what

lacked was deep aftercare.

I can't say I have done wrong

because I lacked a self

awareness.

But if we are going to maintain

this.

I have to work harder and harder

still.

to reduce the distance

that phisical boundaries and

cercomstance have put

between us.

It's not with sorry but for striving 

to to make you proud to call me 

Master

Some context....I few friends and I give each other titles of poems and we HAVE to write a poem from the title. This is what I got.

Wanking into Granny's Stockings.

Cold December,

Blizzard.

Sitting by the fire

a sudden urge took hold

a perverse intention .

I felt it must be done,

If not now never,

I unwaraped

grandmother's present

innocently sitting under the tree.

The stockings,

from MnS.

so soft they were.

on my soft skin

My hand slid down.

I touched my cock.

as I watched granny porn.

Porn Hub has it all you see.

I bashed one off.

Making them unclean.

Wrapped them so.

and with a smile 

Gave Granny's

Stockings to granny on

Christmas day.

Subcultural Appropriation of an object

obediently worn by sub’s lovingly put on by owners

Now owned by the mainstream,

that fails to recognise its meaning.

Fashionistas adorning collars.

Unconcious objectification.

You’re telling us you have masochistic tendencies.

For some, the collar you’ve put on

is akin to a wedding ring.

But I doubt very much TPE would be your thing

I walk through subconscious corridors

That seem as though they have been constructed from Gigger sketches
I can‘t go down further, I can’t move through the chaotic void life’s pulled me back up

My conscious mind is a place of unblance

I’m getting to know myself with a new skin.

I’ve shed the old skin I once called myself.

But I know there is darkness within that reads like the hunter in the dark.

With an outlet of poetry I try to express the changes my mind makes almost daily.

I can feel myself-changing I’m no longer regressing maybe it’s called maturing.

But there are times you see when a child in me runs out screaming

Making a mockery of the calm that surrounds me,

I know I will never be a shaman of the ethereal world but maybe I can be an explorer of the mind that makes me.

Somehow gain insight into the person I can be.

I’m not striving for perfection but attempting to right wrongs.

Wrongs created in periods of a strange neurosis that felt like sanity slipped

What remained was a weird alter ego that had no boundaries,

who could not sense differences in in morals or ethics.

Whose existence was designed in hedonistic blueprints,

constructed from a strange mix of chaos and fucked up intent.

My words might be vague and you might not understand me

But this is the closest you’ll get to seeing me without a mask on.

The person who’s talking has striped the façade and I thank you for listening.

I needed a moment to lay myself bare so people could see me with clarity.

I’m not yet done with black mirrors there are parts of myself that scare me.

I’ll try to understand these so that all of myself holistically is all understood by me.

When the tower is drawn and change next rips through the world I know.

I’ll cope with new insight so I don’t digress or regress

move forward without having to resort to extremes.

I’m striving for a life lived in balance where happiness is found in minute detail.

I know the Taoist philosophers would argue that releasing  means missing but that won’t stop me looking.

My Passions unrelenting I found a new lease of life

a debt’s paid and now there is bliss.

the best I can hope for is to maintain this

We who live with sadistic intent.  walk a line between concent and abuse.

Contol of body and of mind but how often do we consider triggers.

We know the bodys physiology know where not to strike.

But if we hit at the mind the markings can be deeper.

All of us be aware that to play with the psychology,

of the ones who give their all to us.

with out intending can cause harm not hurt. 

Many of us who live within this world.

Have sufferd a life of unconcenting harm

we all know the scene is full to bursting with

predatory malintents.

walk not a long a thin line 

communicate effectively with those who dedicate their life to you.

Be a sadist yes not an abuser.