Travels and trials in my journey

Good evening, fellow kinksters!

     I have spent a lot of time in my own head recently. As truly terrifying as that might sound, I’ve made some discoveries that I can’t explain but accept as a part of me, nonetheless.

    How did I come to know I was a Dom? Or, at least, being able to function as one to an extent? Looking way back in my somewhat addled memory, I found my self the day I discovered the Gor series by John Norman. Yes. I’m sure that was it. Reading the well thought out words of his led me to imagining pretty young damsels shackled at my feet. 
   Reading that series unlocked something in my mind that has lain dormant for quite a long time and has been awakened again most recently . Those images dance behind my eyes while the world muddles by out in front of me. People cannot see what’s going through my mind (at least I hope not!) and the flashing images. Most people would not understand what I see there, but I know most of you do. 
    Its freedom. From myself. From the world. I am who I am and you are all who you are. We are, to my way of thinking, outcasts from mainstream society. We all like something different, and differently, than many people in the mainstream world today.

    How do you know? It’s a feeling, for me. Knowing that I am different from most of the people around me. Knowing that some on this site might feel the same as me. That’s how I know.

Max

   The smothering heat made her sweat run down into her eyes, making them burn most uncomfortably. Her hands were tied wide, much too far away for her to brush the burning drops out of her eyes, much less the strands of hair that clung to her damp skin on her head and torso.

   She whimpered slightly and shivered involuntarily at the thought of what she was undergoing. It was her choice, she realized, but still she wondered if she had bitten off a bit more than she could chew.

     The butterfly clamps bit deeply into her nipples, aided by the weight of a few small padlocks that hung on the glittering chains attached to each one. As she breathed and moved ever so slightly, she could feel the shifting weight pulling her poor sore nipples back and forth.

    She sighed and tried for what seemed like the millionth time to pull her arms and legs close together only to be denied by the ropes that bit into her soft flesh and gave so precious little. Between the heat, the ropes and the lush he had secured in her pussy, she felt like she looked like a ragged urchin absolutely incapable of being considered anywhere near pretty.

    He stepped into her view and she understood that he, above everyone else, considered her the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He smiled at her wryly and leaned forward to whisper to her. She felt the lush kick up another notch which made her body jump again and elicited another moan when her nipples pulled against the extra weight.

    She knew that he would keep her here and engaged and frustrated and sated all at the same time for quite a while to come yet. The clock showed barely 15 minutes had passed but the heat and humidity made feel like hours.

   She turned her pleading eyes to him and felt the uncertainty of her predicament when he smiled and answered her with one word.

’Soon’

Max

Good afternoon, fellow kinksters!

     In the spirit of being more optimistic, I’m thrilled for the end of this week. My band is playing live for the first time since December! And it’s fairly close to me to boot.

     If anyone is close to me in Michigan, please do come out and hear us! I’ll be happy to give details to anyone that wants them!

   Rock on!!? ?

EDIT:::: if there is anyone near Flint it’s the Corunna Rd Bar…9pm

Max

Good morning, fellow kinksters!

    Just a random string of thought here. I feel like I have to get it out before it fades away.

   Does her pulse quicken when she sees his name pop up? It does    
    Does his mind snap into a sharp focus when he speaks with her? It does

    Does her body ache and clench when she thinks of his touch? It does

    Does his voice gain that measure of strength and tone when he speaks to her? It does

    Does her hectic mind cease and let her float along the river of pleasure? It does

    Does his mind give him the same fluid calm that he gives her? It does

    Does their dance give them both the release from the daily cares and angst? It does

    It is what all of us seek and what some have already found. That gentle balance of what we desire and what the other side craves. 
    Does it give you hope? It does

   Max

Good evening, fellow kinksters!

    With all of the turmoil lately and this being the crazy season at work, I feel like I’ve lost track of me. Who I am and what I am. All of my friends on both sides of the slash have mentioned that I’m not like my old self. 
    It’s true. I’ve lost the enjoyment of many things I used to love to do. Writing. Reading. Staying in close touch with friends. Studying. Learning. All of these have been pushed to the side with all of the other insanity that is my daily life. 
    I see friends, old and new, that I used to chat with nearly incessantly that I haven’t heard from in forever. It’s me. I know it is. In my own little self imposed exile, I’ve lost track of what and who I am.

    I long to be who I was. I miss the certainty of direction and clarity of thought. A quick breath and then back to rediscovering me.

Max

Hello fellow kinksters,

   I’m back from a brief hiatus to go and bury a friend of mine. It’s been a tough couple of weeks mentally and emotionally, but I’m back.

    I hope this finds everyone well and happy!

Max

Don’t wait until it’s too late to help someone you know 

Don’t wait until you get a call from an old friend saying that another one is gone 

Don’t wait until tomorrow to tell someone you care

Don’t wait to pick up the phone to call someone just to say ‘how are you?’

Don’t wait and assume that all of your friends are all going to be there tomorrow 

They may not be and then you have the burden of guilt because you didn’t talk to them and make sure that they are going to be alright.

   I’ve lost yet another friend to suicide. One is too many. Please check on your friends, old and new.

Max

Good evening, fellow kinksters!

    To day is a very solemn day for some (only about 6% of the population) but, hopefully, a good day for a great number more. Memorial Day always finds me in a somewhat fluid mood, depending on what I happen to be thinking at the moment.

  I smiled when I thought about how Al used to pretend to smoke just feel included with ‘the boys’.

  I felt a flash of anger when I thought about how great a guy John was and how selfless he was.

   I felt a tinge of sadness thinking about how much Kevin loved being with his guys.

    I felt the rush of panic when I got the rest of Chads crew to the field hospital and was not allowed to go back and try to help.

   All of these emotions and memories bounced around my head and I told people funny stories about each of them, feeling as though I might turn around and the would be there.

   But they weren’t. Memories. I miss you, fellas.

Max

Wow! This was a lot tougher than I thought it would be..

   Here they are 

Silence of the Lambs

The Hunt for Red October

True Grit (the original!)

Heartbreak Ridge

The Green Berets 

Mummy Returns

Blackhawk Down

Vanishing Point (the original)

The Shootist 

The Outlaw Josey Whales

    In no particular order

Regards,

Max

Good morning, fellow kinksters,

     I hope this fine Friyay morning finds everyone safe and happy. This morning marks the beginning of my 6 day ‘slog’ until my next day off. You gotta love retails work hours! Not so much that I dread it, but it is not much fun most times.

     I could just quit, but then there would be too much time to fill and I’m just not good at literally laying around and not doing anything. 
    Notice there that I said I could…that’s the free will portion. We all have that. We could all just quit and become vagabond drifters, if we decided to. That marvelous little part of us that gives us the ability and drive to do things. Yes, that’s free will.

    We are fortunate to live in a place where we can make up our own minds as to what we want and what we do. With that comes the powerful responsibility of owning what we do. The bottom line is that there is no one to blame when things go south other than ourselves. Why? Be cause we put ourselves in that position.

    This lifestyle, dare I say more so than with our vanilla counterparts, forces us to own our decisions. Sometimes, God forbid, there is real damage done to another person. None of us wants that. A little bruising is one thing, but straight out abuse disguised as kink is downright wrong, in my opinion. There are the wannabes that do not really care about their charges. That’s free will.

    Another free will is the one where the abused gets out of that situation. We cant make them make the healthy choice. We can only encourage them to use their free will.

Max