The Grump is Here

Being here in this place is good for me , yes it is and what I mean is true. 

There is a  cohort of people in here walking a similar path to myself , sure there are a lot of cultural differences that can be fun as much as confusing and it's certainly made me learn a few new things. 

Especially to the wonderful and beautiful submissive self described women in here who have been patient with my poor grammar my forwardness my big Irish boots trampling all over the place and my , and I admit , pretty rude sense of humour. 

I have made friends here and that's a good thing. The blogs are interesting in giving me different points of views more understanding of things kink related and the people ( mainly the ladies) involved. It has been so far so much fun for me that I at times forget my first reason I can to this site in the first place why it has brought me back a few times why I still look forward to logging in. Kink . That's why I'm here, kink and it's very eclectic world of diversity and wildness. 

My kinks are a part of me they are strong sinews of character running through me and I need to feed them take care of them give them the strength to keep me and the rest of me together so I can be who I am.

Mainly I've kept my kinks hidden somewhat , yes yes I'm here labelled as a Dom , which I am very much so , but the word Dom which is self explaining in it's  self is more , it's more than that ro me. I want to express it more  I want to feed the hunger.

Ok all sounds very selfish to some maybe but to me it's important my Dom is not lost in the cage. My Dom has a roar wants to roar and without fear to let it be known it NEEDS to roar. 

The day was wild pure raw weather, the skies full of dark swirling clouds throwing down a rain relentless in its salvos.  Autumn  was making its presence felt on this day out on the edge of The Burren with its lunar landscape nestled in an inlet on the West Coast of Ireland. To sea the Atlantic was angry tossing dark grey and white foamy waves about  showing the world Mother Nature was changing from Summer to Autumn.

I sat in my car looking out at the rocky shoreline in front of me checking the outside temperature reading on the dashboard and the scene in front of my eyes betrayed the 17C degrees. I was not to bothered by this angry weather for it was what was going to make the upcoming even more fulfilling.  To my left anther car pulled up and turned of its engine. the two cars sat near to each other in an otherwise empty car park, the shuttered lifeguard hut the empty flag pole no sounds of laughter and chatting told the story of a beach now in hibernation for the coming winter.

I took the key out of the ignition placed my hat upon my head opened the car door and stepped out into  the weather. The other car's door opened almost in sync and out stepped a figure a female figure yellow wool hat upon her long brown hair her coat black cosy looking fell to just below her knees where bare skin could be observed between the hem of the coat and the top of the black ankle boots. This little slice of nakedness struck my senses like a lightening bolt and I thought " she has obeyed fully". I walked to the female coated figure and pressed close to her body brushing back the stray hair strands from her face and planted a kiss upon her lips with clear intention and complete authority. She reciprocated my kiss by pressing her lips back hard at mine and the moment was sealed. 

"Hello Sir" she spoke in her feminine tone " I am here as ordered wearing as ordered to please as ordered". I looked at her eyes and saw the joy and spoke calmly in response " My obedient little slut you are beyond expectations of submissive goodness I adore your soul" and she smiled at me eyes twinkling as she leaned into me and my arms wrapped her body in protection.

Together we walked arms wrapped around each others body to the edge of the rocky shoreline the rain falling upon us the dark skies above as the Atlantic continued to show it's anger. At the shorelines edge the wind threw the rain into our faces but we were oblivious. 

She stood in front of me her back to my front  and I swept her wild tusselled hair into my hands and pulled forcing her neck to be exposed as I kissed it my kisses washing over her ear she could hear feel my hot breath and her body fell back into mine in surrender. I unzipped her long cosy coat to reveal her totally naked body , her pale skin , the erect redness of her nipples the light brown little clusters of freckles dotted  over her body , the softness of her tummy adorned with the scar of the  life giving endeavors from the past, her hips dimpled  her pubic hair neatly carefully presented and she leaned more into my body her mouth fell open but no sound. I placed my hand on her soft tender breasts felt their weight their shapes and how each squeeze each hard squeeze of my hand coincided with her hips pressing back into my groin and squeals tumbling out of her mouth. My hand was joined by one of her hands and with joint caressing her breasts were squeezed her nipples rolled pinched pulled. My other hand was now between her legs my fingers deep inside her pussy exploring as her hand joined in unison both sets of fingers trampling inside her pussy on her clitoris along her lips through her neatly cared for bush as darkened clouds threw endless rain upon us like thousands of little prongs of pleasure. Her body exposed to the whims of Mother Nature contorted  and moved in response to the rain and to the touches of our joint hands upon her. My kisses on her neck the smell of wet hair the smell of wet aroused skin filled our nostrils driving our feral lust to almost breaking point. She leant forwards in spasms of extacsy her hips her bum pushing back pressing into my groin making my arousal levels soar and our hands overwhelming her pussy's pleasure receptors igniting an explosion of orgasmic spray as she emitted a roar of primal release as our bodies enthwined  collapsed drenched in rain ignored and forgotten as we let the moment sweep over us. As we contained our breaths and regained our composure our bodies still pressed into each other's began to straighten and our pressed closed eyes fluttered open with darts of brightness,  our hands moved slowly over her wet skin the moment tattooed in our  minds she spoke in a tone of the after "Oh Sir oh Sir ". I turned her around to face me and as  my eyes feasted on her naked wet body I kissed her mouth in such a way I spoke a thousand silent words and she rested her body into mine as we were wrapped in rain to the soundtrack of Mother Nature on the shoreline of an inlet on the West Coast of Ireland. 

I've never had much of a problem with my Dom hat fitting me. Yeah I admit it's taken some time to have it fit comfortably to where it now sits. 

I'm not afraid to put this hat away or to proudly display when I want to. That's the point  here , when I want too , not when I have too. 

I used to feel I had to wear this Dom hat as a matter of expectations. Oh this submissive is making moves at me so I better put on the hat so she knows,  so she can see I'm a Dom! I thought like this for a good while. Like I had to wear a sign above me that read : Dom available please ask for his assistance in your next adventure : ...I think it was called naive learning curves. 

There was the fear factor too that ride me like racehorse in the beginning. The ball gets rolling I'm wearing the hat and I might find myself sitting with a submissive across my lap and there I was staring at a bare arse , a lovely bare arse mind you and I'm going to be slapping it : slap! harder ! slap !! harder!! SLAP!!!  ....and the hat goes fucking bananas getting up inside my head shrieking too hard ! not hard enough! ig she's gonna hate me ! get a grip youre a Dom ! ....the turmoil was plentiful but I did notice it grew less and less as I wore the hat more and more. 

There times I hid my hat. You me jumper it went. I was yes with her noting her movements her words the way the words were being used together and I knew she was submissive but was totally freaked out by it and I knew if I put the hat on she's up sticks and clear off and I would not be able to handle that or accept my part in destroying those budding thoughts she was having, so the hat is put away. 

This hat is getting old now has seen some days and nights. Has been dragged through a bush backwards , has encoutered the weird the wonderful and the insanely erotic. So with its age comes comfort , comes a strong sense of self , has still the interest to learn , can be not to everyone's liking or taste even , even can be content enough to be alone if that is what lies in its path but the thing it is  that most important most powerful , it's mine it my Dom hat and if a submissive wants to have me wear it and tell me I look good in it I'm still here ...

To those who feel it's not good ....

It's amazing how my mind thinks sometimes. I mean how the hell do I get dressed in the mornings sometimes ." There ya go the sock no no it doesn't go on the head " .... 

You see I was in Tesco this morning wandering around looking at anything to catch my eye to make my stomach ooh I'd love that and nothing was happening. Went past the breads , the cakes , the fresh foods , the frozen food , the pet foods ( hey I was very very drunk that time and it was only once and luckily it was a dog biscuit) , the sweeties , the wines and the bargain bins but nothing g , nada , not a thing made my stomach go yum. I fecking went into the shop in the first place because I was bloody hungry. I began to think is my stomach gaslighting my brain!

Then low and behold I spotted something I liked . Yay . Ah but hold on a minute. It was not good per say, I couldn't eat it , well technically I couldn't but could and it was a feast for my eyes and apparently by the shift in the  midriff he was onboard too. 

It was me in the shop , just me but my Dom was on alert still and had acquired a target notes the structures and then relayed the info to my both my brains ( one of them being a lesser influence since I became mature and grew a pair).

This was pure raw sexual attraction based entirely on blood flow , receptors coming alive and no shame in being turned on. 

I sometimes do forget being a Dom also means being sexually aroused and it's no big deal , nor should it be. I am open to talking about my kinks abkut what makes me tick as a Dom and not all my kinks are based on the wobbly wibbly bits ( or if you watch porn you daft person you the strangely solid shiny wobbly wibbly bits !!) . Today I was reminded about my sexual kinks too. I was given a good clear reminder of their existence and their actions. 

So ask a Dom if they like sex and they no no no they're lying most likely to themselves and or you. By all means chat to me talk to me seduce me please me get my attention call me a dirty old man whatever but bend over in a tight pair of yoga pants and ask if this is OK don't be offended when said yoga pants are being royally pulled down and eagerness is watched all over my face ....

I have faced many things in my life that have scared the fuck out of me. Situations that have pumped my adrenaline to insane levels. From early years of knowing as I sat at my school desk the adult approaching me was going to hurt me be it through violence or humiliation and I refused to cry. 

The days of looking at words dance in front of me letters askew and wondering why no one else was seeing what I was seeing and humiliation raping my confidence in front of my peers. I refused to cry. 

Sitting at the table being unseen , needing the safety of the home harbour as storms raged but not allowed the sanctuary. I refused to cry. 

Losing an idol that gave me a sense of who I may be , no longer having my senses shaped to allow me be crafted better and not being able to scream out in pain at this loss for I was outside looking in. I did not cry. 

This child never cried . This child missed out on grief and was companions with silent hurt. 

The adult this child became learned from the past that it can not define the future but it can influence the reactions. The past is but a classroom and the past is but history best to know better not to repeat. 

Today I cry. 

I've often thought about why! 

Why do I find myself drawn almost mesmerized by a woman who labels herself as submissive. 

Sometimes I slip up and I think " oh yeah she'll do whatever I want when it comes to getting my end away " and then I step off the foolish bus and start walking back to reality. 

No. It's not because she will do anything I want , feck no that would be just well , boring,  as boring watching me doing a jigsaw in the dark .

Is it because I'm a sexual deviant who has this sense of arousal almost continually, in that I'm lucky it's not always my wang that's aroused or my brain would loose blood flow and I could become a politician or worse an influencer !!!

Na. Not because I'm a horn dog in old school name calling. So what the fuck is it then.

I took an age to find out. I went from boob to boob trying to find out what makes me feel happy and in my comfort zone with a submissive female of the woman kind from Venus and beyond. 

So full disclosure this is my thinking and my findings on me, just plain old me , yup that bloke with the bad haircut no sense of style and yet cute as a button with a cheeky glint in the eyes  Me , mé fein.

I like a submissive woman because of a myriad of reasons all wonderful to me all important to me .

This submissive woman is : strong as fuck mentally usually after having a shite time before getting herself out of dodge.

Is absolutely empowered in who she is and is more comfortable with that than her favorite pair of knickers that never go ass crack diving .

Has the most insane connection with her sexuality her sexual thoughts and her sexual activity.

Is usually carrying so many dumbasses on her shoulders she is technically  classed as a weight lifter yet can give so much to the Dom/Domme that just gives her a helping hand .

And finally for me if she is married or has been married can look outside the lines see the world enter the world let go and then go back recharged and look back at me smiling  where the connection is formed and framed. 

This to me are some of the reasons I find myself drawn to a submissive woman ... Oh and in the fairness of some disclosure if she rocks a great ass it seems it's my kryptonite and I'm not even a fecking superman , go figure !!

She sat on the bench her hair tossed in the breeze coming of the sea that glimmered in front of her. What a scene. The background of gentle rolling hills some blessed with greenery some harsh with bare stone as is the Irish way. The clouds swept past in a hurry exploding shots of sunlight onto the sea it's skin being pulled and dragged in colours of grey white and blue a slave to the wind. The ancient form of the castle kissing the shoreline stood proud it's history a lineage of centuries. In the small harbour little boats bobbed gentle in the protection of pock marked hand carved stones. The small village scape rolled gently up from the seashore feasting the eyes with bright hopeful colours of blues yellows oranges reds and greens. 

She felt the sea air fresh salty invade her nostrils her skin tingled with excitement at such freshness. Brushing her relentless hair away from her face she felt at ease. Her mouth was adorned with a smile small in size but happy in form. Her eyes danced surveying the scene in front of her. How many times had she sat on this bench with it's flaked paint and curved shape staring out to sea looking at an horizon that promised nothing but the endless sea. How this place made her calm was never under estimated as she sought refuge here on many occasions in many contrasting weathers. 

Her heart beat had become slow and deliberate as she became aware of the clothes upon her. How she loved the feeling of the soft cotton of her underwear against her skin , how good she knew her jeans on her hips her  legs looked  and the way her  top gave indulgent shape to her breasts. 

She twiddled with the little piece of string. Felt it's knotted bow. How lovely it looked on her pinky finger of her left hand. It was more than a symbol to her. It meant more than string. It was his words his command his presence. He was, though far away,he was there. He had her in his grasp. She was captured. How good it felt knowing he had told her to put this little length of knotted string on her finger and to wear it with pride that she was his. She didn't feel like a prisoner in chains but a slave to him under his protection his command of rule for this is where she belonged and he had shown her the light. 

Her  inner peace was shattered with a loud robotic beep that erupted from her pocket. Her phone. It was a message. The real world was interfering. How she wanted to not be disturbed not yet just a little longer looking out to sea knowing he was over that grey horizon somewhere unseen yet everywhere in her head. Another loud shattering beep and she was snapped out of her dreams ....yes yes the real world the world she had come here to escape from was calling her back .....Sir would have to be tucked away for now and she grumped at this invasion of her blissfulness...

Look at me!

Look at my eyes do not avert your look. 

Yes my eyes are looking at you , deep into your very soul . 

You see my penetration of your soul. 

Now kneel and look up at me.

Yes that's right you know I am the key holder. The giver of your pleasure. I am the control you ache to have. 

Now raise your arms to me clasp your hands together. 

My rope will twist and fold and curl around your wrists . Keep looking up at me. See in my eyes your reflection.

Once your wrists are bound in my rope you will feel the security of my control surge through your body. 

Now stand up I will assist you by pulling you to your feet my hands supporting your body as you rise up to me.

Now as you stand before me eyes still on my gaze your bound hands resting in front of you protecting your vulnerability as your naked body presents to me your soul your thoughts your trust your strength.

Now bow your head place your bare feet together your legs become a pillar of strength that holds you naked before me straight and true. 

My rope will begin to wrap around shoulders soft round skin of your shoulders and my rope will work its way down around twisting over your naked body. 

Feel my rope encase your breasts your tummy your hips your bottom your thighs your knees and come to a natural halt at your ankles. 

Your bound naked body gently sways as you use your core muscles to keep yourself standing straight before me before your Master. 

When you are cocooned in my rope your bare flesh goose bumps galore sensations rippling over your skin nipples hard bottom cheeks slightly clenched pussy beginning to feel a wetness build heart beating a little faster I will step in front of you and place my arms around you and hold  your naked bound body close to me and rest my head on your  shoulder. I can smell your skin the release of pleasure emit from you , I hear your breath softly in my ear I feel your breasts move up and down against my chest. 

I will hold you like this in silence. 

Your soul will feel my control feed you. 

You will hear my voice quiet calm slow whisper in your ear ...

" Surrender yourself to me I shall keep you within this pleasure "