Rocks and trees

Today marks 100 days until 1 January 2024, so here are my gentle goals to try to achieve in the remainder of 2023:

1.      Lose that stubborn 7 pounds that should reveal my abs again (assuming they are still there).

2.      Complete the list of 100 books you should read before you die (just in case)

3.      Be in a lovely IRL D/s dynamic (no explanation required I'm sure)

4.      Run a marathon (If I set off now I reckon I could be at least half way in 100 days. Honestly, I am NOT going to try this one)

5.    Be in a lovely IRL D/s dynamic (I did? Really? Oh yeah, number three. Just goes to show it's important then)

There is a moment.

A moment of being totally present.

A moment of stillness.

A moment without anything to spoil its purity.

I am in my chair. The room is quiet.

You kneel naked by my knee. Your cheek upon my thigh.

My fingers play idly through your hair.

There is much to come, much you must do for me, much I must do to you.

But this moment is only for us to be us, and our minds to be still.

I love this moment with you more than any other because…

You have brought balance to my world.

We are where we are meant to be.

Nothing else matters.

It is our moment.

With so many people looking for each other, why are so many alone and waiting?

Let me start by apologising for not knowing much about the geography of America. My perception is that its big. Very big. With huge empty spaces of desert and rocks (like in western films) to navigate. So, getting from one state to another requires lots of petrol. I am also assuming that just because you are all in America together doesn't mean you can just pop over and see one another for a wonderful D/s party.

England, by contrast, is very small. We sometimes fall into the sea by accident just jostling past each other. The difficulty we have is that getting from one town to another is not so far in miles but requires driving through and around 8 million other towns and villages all packed tightly together. The sat nav route is like doing an etch-a-sketch drawing. We consider an hour's drive to be almost foreign travel. So, finding a local partner is also tricky here if they are not close enough to wave at through your bedroom window (which I tried by the way but people just gathered outside with torches and pitchforks).

For those of us who are only looking for IRL relationships, this is a real problem. The world is just too big for Dominants and submissives to easily find each other, which was clearly bad planning at the initial creation/fiery ball of rock stage. A little thinking ahead might have resulted in locating us all on one specific little island, with white beaches, warm weather and endless wine, to do what we do best - together.

I for one am going to write to my local planning office about this. If we all do the same, then maybe, just maybe...

Two Dominants set off from their hometown in search of a submissive. One day they came across a beautiful dark-haired lady sitting on a rock by the side of the road. The first Dominant asked the lady if she was a submissive to which she replied she was. ‘Ah,’ said the first Dominant, ‘then you must kneel before me as I am a Dominant.’ The submissive did not move. The first Dominant grew angry at this insolence and demanded that she obey him. ‘You will kneel and call me Sir. You will obey my every command,’ shouted the first Dominant. Again, the submissive refused to move. The first Dominant flew into a rage. ‘You are no submissive,’ he cried. ‘You have lied and deceived me.’ The first Dominant then wielded his crop and beat the submissive savagely, striking her a fearsome blow against her ankle and she tried to shield herself.

The second Dominant quickly stepped forwards and grabbed the crop from the first Dominant’s hand, pushing him away where he fell onto the dusty road. ‘Leave her,’ he demanded with a glare the first Dominant had never seen from his friend before. The second Dominant then opened his bag and knelt before the submissive to gently bind her injured ankle. When he was satisfied she could walk, he picked up the crop of the first Dominant and handed it to her. ‘Carry this,’ he said to the submissive, ‘so you know you are safe. Whilst you are with me you are under my protection and no unjust punishments will be inflicted upon you.’ He then gathered up the large sack the submissive had beside her and held out his hand so he could aid her to reach her destination.

The submissive did not take his hand but gracefully slipped to her knees before the second Dominant and presented the crop back to him across her open palms. ‘Sir,’ said the submissive, ‘I am yours and will obey you in all things. You have treated me with kindness and respect. I know this crop in your hand will protect me always.’

‘I don’t understand,’ shouted the first Dominant. ‘I showed you true Dominance but he showed you only subservience.’ The submissive waited until given permission to stand and then addressed the first Dominant. ‘You showed me only your weaknesses, he showed me his strengths. My submission is a gift to be given freely to whom I choose, it cannot be demanded from me. I have chosen as is the right of every submissive. I have chosen to be cherished.’

The second Dominant and the submissive then left the first Dominant in the dust to make the journey back towards his home. 

I was late. Only 30 minutes but it was enough for the wolves to be on the scent of a lone lamb.

I spotted her as soon as I walked in, her red hair a beacon in the crowded bar. I saw the man standing next to her, leaning in close, saying something in her ear, his muscles on display through a tight T shirt.

I paused to watch. She had never looked more beautiful than she was right then next to that wolf trying to win the greatest prize in the room. I couldn’t blame him. She was stunning. He had chosen well, but he would fail.

I saw her smile at him, then lean in to say something into his ear against the noisy surroundings, her inviting lips moving deliciously, then her green eyes taking in his as she moved away again. I saw her fingers touch her long hair, a sure sign she was enjoying his full attention upon her.

I stayed completely still, but our bond has a depth few get to experience. As she turned her head slightly to hear the man speak into her ear, our eyes met. I gave an almost imperceptibly shake of my head and she turned back to the wolf, absently fingering the delicate pendant she wore around her neck. I did not want to disturb her. A lamb should be free to roam at times.

I approached the bar, standing right behind her, and ordered two drinks. I glanced over at the man who gave me a territorial look of superiority. His prey was out of my league.

I found a table and put my back to them both. Fifteen minutes later she lowered herself into the chair opposite. I did not ask, and she did not explain. It wasn’t necessary. This lamb was mine on a level no wolf could attack, as my initials on the subtle collar she wore around her neck testified.

I went to the local beer festival last night, with live music, great crowds and a massive choice of real ales. By 8pm I was guilty of having enjoyed a number of those fine ales and my alter-ego with the big, flirty mouth was firmly in charge.

A lovely lady wandered into my vicinity and of course, we started talking, or slurring slightly in both our cases. It felt good between us, and I went with the flow, drawn in by her dark eyes and easy smile. Then it came time to refresh our drinks, which entailed fighting through the throng to one of the many beer tents.

I told her to go and gave her the money. I held her eyes as I did so. There was a pause and then she said, ‘what did your last slave die of?’

I replied, ‘She didn’t die, but she got spanked a lot if she didn’t do as she was told.’

There was another pause where I thought my money was about to be thrown back at me, but instead she held it out to me, smiled defiantly and said, ‘You get the drinks then, I’d rather have the consequences.’

And that was it. Masks removed. Connection made. Information passed. Positions understood. I loved it!

I should perhaps complete the story for those who hate a cliffhanger. It was very crowded, we were both with a group of friends and we never got to speak alone again. But it doesn’t matter. What matters is that it shows ‘we’ are out there living in plain sight, and it only takes the right words at the right time to see each other. May there by many more as I roam the crowds of life. But not today... I have a hangover!

1. I have played the lead character in two Shakespeare plays on the professional stage.

2. I love swimming in the sea but have a huge fear of sharks. I can swim very fast as a result!

3. I can bend over and pick a cork up off the floor with my teeth without using my hands.

Bring your character, personality and uniqueness.

Bring your imagination, open mindedness and honesty.

Bring your commitment, enthusiasm and willingness.

Bring your passion, desires and fantasies.

Bring your darkness, your desire to follow, your need to be possessed.

Bring your obedience, subservience, and attention to detail.

Bring your need to kneel, to be controlled, to be owned.

Bring your quietness, stillness and patience.

Bring your voice so I can hear you and your mind so I can know you.

Bring your body for me to use and enjoy, to play with and indulge myself, to punish and adore.

Bring all your weaknesses, your fears and your anxieties.

Bring all your limitations, self-doubts and uncertainty.

Bring your bruises and scars wherever they lie.

Bring your need to be cherished, appreciated and made complete.

Bring your courage, your thirst for new experiences and your desire to learn.

Bring the submissive that you are.

Bring everything.

Bring you.

I promise it is enough.  

Something is missing from my dining room table…

blindfold - check

wrist ropes - check

ankle ropes - check

paddle - check

wicked desire - check

?????

it’s going to bug me all day.

Should not be started without another warm body to curl up with and tease awake.