Simple Chaos

My roommates and I were sitting around watching Dateline. I was in the kitchen and had walked in a few moments after it had started. What I was hearing and seeing on the screen had me stopping dead in my tracks. A woman was talking about being bored with her vanilla sex life, went online met "master Bob," went to "master Bob's" "sex dungeon". And yes these are actual names and phrases used in show.  So long story short..chic doesn't dig what Bob and Bob's female slave done to her. She goes to police....big investigation goes down..turns out "Master Bob" killed his missing wife. But midway through this story I exclaimed.." That's such bullshit, these posers haven't a fucking clue!" As soon as the words left my mouth, my stomach drops to my toes. I looked around and they all three was looking at me. Leann grins from ear to ear and simply said, "Oh do tell."    LOLOLOL  Now I don't know a whole lot about a whole lot, but I know a little bit about a little bit. I told them there is more communication, respect, care, and honor that goes in to a true bdsm dynamic, than there is in most marriages nowadays.  Its not all whips, cuffs, collars, being tied up, and freaky fuckery. That while yes, there is kink involved...(kink being a broad term)  that it all goes beyond that to a much deeper level. Thankfully my roommates weren't a shocked as I thought they'd be at this side of me. But as I sit here thinking about it, I'm saddened. I want so much to find my right Dom, and sometimes fear that at my age and lack of experience my chances of that happening are slim. Yet I refuse to let that fear push me into settling. I will not fall for Dom's play acting or lacking the true wisdom of the D/s dynamic. It's the false picture of bdsm that shows like this gives the world, that floods forums such as this one with posers and wannabes. Anyways, just thought I'd share this with unz...that while yes it is sad that this is the general misconception of bdsm....for one who knows better, it was a little funny to watch silly people play acting.

Blessed be to unz all.

 From the moment he first laid eyes on her, he has been obsessed. No one would believe that for the past 3 weeks, he has followed every move the petite woman made. Thoughts formed then bloomed into wants, desires, till his mind became constantly consumed with the things he wanted to do to her. It was as if the more he watched her the more depraved and passionate his mind became. Conjuring up all sorts of wicked things that he had never dreamed of.  It almost made him angry. The bitch had some kinda hold on him. He had to break that hold, one way or another or the bitch was gonna drive him mad. A low growl came from deep in his chest, as he quietly slipped the panel of fence back into place. He peered through the tangle of leaves and vines in front of him. She wore a little yellow sundress, barefoot in her backyard, planting flowers. She was on her knees bent over digging in the dirt. The sun dress did nothing to cover her tanned well shaped legs and thighs. The bottom curve of her ass cheeks played peek a boo from beneath the dresses too short hem. He had to stop himself from launching himself at her.  His balls tightened as his dick became painfully hard. 

She sat back to admire her handiwork,  swiping a hand across her damp brow she reached up and pulled the top of her dress down, baring her pert little sweaty breast to the cool afternoon breeze. Her back yard was completely closed in by a privacy fence. There was great speculation amongst the neighborhood while it was being constructed. If only they knew. The sweet little girl next door was actually a horny little slut. He knew though. He knew how she liked to be naked, how at random moments she would reach up and gently start rolling and pinching her nipple  between her finger tips. Just like she was doing now.

A soft sigh passed her lips as she closed her eyes and tweaked her nipple. A small smile formed across her lips. He knew that smile and what it meant. Many times he has watched her become lost in thought, that same smile blooming on her face, Irrational rage had him wanting to destroy whatever or whoever it was in her head every time. Raising to her feet she  crossed the yard towards a huge shade tree. When she was having her privacy fence installed, she had paid an extra fortune to have it built around the tree, refusing to cut it down. Within days,  the wild vines of honeysuckle and other greenery wrapped around the tree's trunk, had quickly made its way up and over the other side of the fence, as if in agreement that it belonged. And from within that tangle of tree, fence and vines, he stood watching her.

She had discarded the little dress and was completely naked by the time she settled herself into one of the comfy lounge chairs that sat beneath the tree. Laying back she stretched her body out and closed her eyes. Slowly her legs drifted lazily apart as her slim hand trailed across her breast and down her stomach. Her fingertips brushed back and forth over her folds, teasing the clit. Further her thighs parted as she inhaled deeply. As she reached up and put two of her fingers in her mouth, he was slowly freeing his rock hard cock from his pants. Spitting silently into his palm as she removed her wet fingers from her mouth and returned them to her snatch. Slipping first one then two fingers deep inside her pussy, she gave a long deep groan as she slowly begain to finger fuck herself. His hand moved up and down his cock in time with her fingers. Slowly, and steady she worked her fingers in and out of her wet tight hole, making wet sloppy sucking noises. Her hand started moving faster as her breathing became heavier. He could see her pussy juices glistening as it coated her snatch and ran down her thighs. 

Images of her neighbor in the shower, stroking his cock, flitted through her mind, thinking about what it would feel like having his thick shaft penetrate her tight little hole, had her fingers moving faster. She was obsessed with him and had been studying the man from the moment she first saw him, almost a year and a half ago. She still couldn't explain what it was, but something was pulling her to him. For the past three weeks, she would wait till very late at night, at the same time every night, she would find herself standing in the shadows outside his house. Watching him. She had been so good as to creep through his open patio door and stood watching him as he jerked off in the shower. God the man had a beautiful cock. Long and thick…..  she wanted to taste him, to feel him grow harder and thicker in her mouth. She wanted cum in his mouth. With that thought she felt her orgasm start to build. Imagining his tongue lapping at the dripping folds of her pussy, large open mouth exploration, finding and wrapping his lips around her clit tonguing and sucking on it. Spreading her pussy open wide, and grazing the stubble of his chin along the sensitive flesh……. Her orgasm ripped through her causing her to cry out as cum came gushing out of her in great jerking spasms..

                                                                         To be con’t

I've been wondering about something... Do or can subs show off their Doms? For some reason I can't imagine a group of subs standing around at an event like, "That one's mine." "oh Susie, your Dom is so dreamy".. However I can picture a group of Doms standing around, "I dare say Tom, your sub is quite pretty and very well trained, good job ole chap."  Or something to that effect.  LOLOL. In my way of thinking and I'm probably thinking wrong. Frankly I've given up hope that I'll ever find out first hand all that I want to about the bdsm world. The Doms I come across either want to jump straight to making demands or straight to sex without ever really getting to know me...but I digress. In my uneducated thinking if I ever did have the Dom I dream about, I would want to show him off. Or show off the fact that I am his and that he has chosen me. And I'm thinking that in some or alot, as I've said, I don't know, are subs even allowed to check out another subs Dom? I don't mean "check out" in "that" way. But in a way of complimenting her sister or brother sub.

So yeah, that's my question..would welcome any input from subs and Doms. I only ask that you please don't judge me and please forgive me if I have termed things wrong. 

Love and Light to you all.

LS

Okay, so I have to get something off my chest and the only place I can unburden myself of this particular thing is here. So here it goes...

I AM FRUSTRATED 🥴. Physically..and so much so that it is starting to mess with my head. It has been quite some time since I've... well..been railed truly and properly. It's not from lack of opportunities. I've had plenty of offers, you can call them. But from... I don't know.. vanilla, not quite my type men. While I may be somewhat attracted to them, it's not enough to have that heat and ...??..that I need/looking for. And I fear for my sanity. Here lately at work, when an attractive man comes through my line, my dirty little mind immediately starts conjuring up wicked fantasies. And my body goes haywire. By the time I get home, I'm a shaking hot damn mess. And damn me, I be go to hell... manual labor just isn't cutting it anymore. And worse still. Today as I was stocking the candy and snack shelves... I'm holding a box of slim Jim's. The long skinny ones😏 My mind is already twisted at this point..lol. So I pull one out of the box, stared at it a moment, looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then wacked myself across the thigh with it. Now I'm not a masochist, but I do like a certain amount of pain/discomfort. Well I initially wacked myself too hard yet as the pain faded into a nice sting.... I proceeded to test the slim Jim against my thigh a couple more times till I hit my happy medium. I immediately dropped it on the floor and walked away. I had went and done it now I thought. Because for the rest of my shift my jeans brushing against the tender welts kept me wet and achy. So now I'm thinking I've either officially developed brain damage from being impossibly frustrated OR I may have created a new kink... maybe both.... Who's to say at this point. I do know one thing..well two. I'll never look at slim Jims the same again, and that I probably should avoid them from now on...

I appreciate y'all letting me share my dilemma and am grateful that there is a place to share such hilarious desperation.

Love and Light to you all

H

Where is a Captain when you need one.

Without a compass, a port has been spied.

Yet with no Caption to guide,

The crew may yet loose their courage and drown.

“Lay your head on me” Major Lazer feet. Marcus Mumford. 

When you're numb to the touch

You cannot chase this ghost away

And this too shall pass, this too shall pass

It won't always be the same

And every single scar that you claim

Is a stone in the path to this place

And every single choice that you made

Has led you this way, so lay your head on me

Lay your head on me

Lay your head on me

Lay your head on me

Don't be afraid, love

And I can see it in your eyes, love

And your secret is not safe with me

You can spin through the night, with your powdered mind

But don't cover up your scars for me

And every single choice that you made

Was a stone in the path to this place

And every single cut that you claim

Has led you this way, lay your head on me

Lay your head on me

Lay your head on me

Lay your head on me

Don't be afraid, love

I said it's okay, it's alright

Someday, we will be fine

Staring down the long night

Waiting for the sunrise

It's alright, it's okay

I've been there in your place

It's okay, it's alright

Just lay your head on me

(It's okay, it's alright)

Lay your head on me

(It's okay, it's alright)

Lay your head on me

(It's okay, it's alright)

Lay your head on me

(It's okay, it's alright)

Don't be afraid, love

Love me some Marcus Mumford from Mumford and Sons. It’s the 3rd and 4th verses that get me snatched up…. My little girl would look up at me on them rough days and say, “Mommy, don't be sad, it’ll be okay, tomorrow will come and be a new day and it’ll be a happy day.” She wasn't but 4 yrs old. Today is her 7th birthday. Any of unz that know me…..know that its gonna take all I got and some real help from the Gods to keep me from burning this fucking world to the ground today. Most days I don't mind being alone. I’m naturally a solitary person. But today……I’m raw and bleeding….really wish I had more than this cold pillow to lay my head today. It’s a really great song. 

Every choice you made,

Every cut you claim,

Don't hide your scars from me.

And that last line……kills me….

Don't be afraid love

…..

Hope unz enjoy 

Love and Light to you and yours.

Are we scared to see the bigger picture,

Scared to dream of how good can good be.

Dare to imagine such could be for me.

Why believe in dragons and such myths,

Only the Gods know,

And time will tell.

H

This should not be this hard....I mean I have gotten on here and made a fool of myself plenty of times and that was easy....lololol

I need some advice from an experienced female slave, yet being the solitary creature that I am, know none....I know a few sub females but no slaves. And the one woman I am looking for....am unable to contact due to my nonpremium status. I am in the thick of it, so to speak, with a Master and I have questions I want to ask but don't know how.....and I really want to do this right and not mess it up. If it doesn't pan out or ends up being a bad choice I want it to be because it isn't a good fit not because I didn't ask the right questions and ended up biting off more than I can swallow....lol pun so intended. And I don't even know if the questions I want to ask are appropriate...which you would think ......

So if you are a female slave with real life 24/7 365 M/s experience or know of one who might be willing to spare me a little time I would be forever grateful.

Love and Light

Stone

This popped up in my queue...at work in my earbuds...did a number on my emotions.... 

First heard this song on the radio at work...instantly fell in love with the beat and rhythm...and I could only make out a few of the lyrics. So not knowing the name of the song or who sang it and never having time to really pay attention to it while at work, I came home with its rhythm stuck in my head. And I tried every way I could think of to type it in to YouTube music to try and find it to no avail. Even downloaded different apps trying to catch this song. Finally...by complete accident I found it. I did this one right, (being a music lover) Put my earbuds in, turned volume up to the perfect level and hit play, knowing this song was mine. Cried like a baby...yup my song. Only the party is my life and the confetti is all the isolation I do to "keep myself safe". Had to share this. Not to mention being a dance freak....hell of a beat to move to.