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The Muse

A creature that drives inspiration and passion in the soul of an artist.... Why is she charmed? She has become enthralled with her subject. The artist has rendered her to her knees.
22 hours ago. Tue 15 Jan 2019 07:44:16 PM IST

I must share this awesome song I’ve had in my playlist forever... The video makes it even more enjoyable.  

The Ultimate Showdown by Lemon Demon

1 day ago. Tue 15 Jan 2019 04:58:50 PM IST

I shared this awhile ago but I had a dream involving a retreat ... I imagine it was for subs because it had a bunch of familiar screen names parading around in the flesh 😊.  

2 days ago. Mon 14 Jan 2019 12:23:56 AM IST

This part of my journey I plan on taking us across the seas and far far away to the “Land of the Morning Calm”. Otherwise known as Korea.

I didn’t want to spend too much time discussing how I met my first husband and that relationship, although it is important to note that I was just 20 when I married him. I had no idea what I -really- wanted. I thought he’d make a good woman out of me. I’ve always felt so dirty and corrupt. Maybe it was because of my kinks and sexual appetite. I wanted everything. Even then. I just didn’t know what it was I was looking for. Someone to love me and tell me I was beautiful even though I was a slut…or because I was. I’ll just refer to my first husband as “the Punisher”, and not in a good way.


Freshly married, we shipped out to Korea together. His position, where we were stationed, afforded him the opportunity to take an EMT class. His instructor was a lovely young woman. His course required a stay over in Seoul to observe the ER at the hospital there. When he returned, I was getting his clothes ready to take to the laundry and found a note he wrote… to her. It said something about the best night that never happened.

Now… I realize this meant that they didn’t have sex. However… in my young mind.. he betrayed my trust… emotionally. Naturally I was upset and confronted him. He made me feel like I had no right to feel upset because I had so many sexual partners before I married him… He made me feel so worthless.

I never recovered from that. He never felt he was wrong.

That being said…. I had to paint a picture of where I was mentally when I got involved with my spanker.

My unit performed missions throughout the wee hours of the night and morning. My partner for most of these missions was a guy who was relatively good looking and kind. We hung out a lot, on and off duty. During our missions we would have hours we would spend inside a small diagnostic van… alone… just the two of us. We talked a lot. He comforted me when I was visibly upset about that note.

One night… it happened. I’m not sure what came over him but I decided to lay over a spinning stool and spin around while we waited for our data to download after our mission. He stopped my spin and his hand smacked my ass sharply. I gasped and felt my face flush and my heart race and moisture collect between my legs. What the fuck? Was my first thought… I spun back around and looked up at him in shock and said, “You might want to stop doing that.” … He was grinning! He asked “Or what?”… I really didn’t know but I had the need to launch myself off the stool at him… with not a plan to what came next. I stammered in my response, “It’s kinda turning me on”. He spun me back around and gave me a few more really hard swats. That was it… I jumped off the stool and clung to him like a mad woman and we started making out. He’d bite my lips and pinch my nipples… and it made me absolutely crazy.

We carried on our affair until I left the country… still married to the punisher. I confessed the affair. It just gave him more stuff to punish me for. Ten years. Hell.

2 days ago. Mon 14 Jan 2019 12:09:01 AM IST

So I got this message ...the subject:

Hey girl I am not ugly. Do hope you are not

(this had me rolling!!!)

But then I read the fucking message (which was really long)... 

The entire message was lost unto me when he explained he did not want any overweight or fat women. 

Now...I’m not fat... but I’m not skinny either.  I basically told him he completely turned me off and to have a nice day.  I was very kind.  

The End

 

2 days ago. Sun 13 Jan 2019 09:13:29 PM IST

I’ve had a lot of inspiration to write so many different things this morning and I’m not sure where to begin.

Someone very important to me, messaged me the other night to tell me he was MIA but he’s back… We had a very good conversation… parts made my heart race. I’m not sure he knows how he affects me.

I had a discussion awhile back about the narrative by Shakespeare, “Venus and Adonis”. We were musing over the possibility of Venus being a Domme. In which case it would make Adonis a very reluctant sub. I had to go back and read it again after all these years (it is one of my favorite Shakespeare writings). Venus mentions how she had the god of war begging for her gifts and would lead him on a red chain… (metaphorically of course…or is it? Hmmmm)… This Dom I had been talking to suggested that maybe the story could be rewritten as a BDSM version of itself. It would be quite an undertaking… It’s very long. I also thought maybe trying that with some of the plays. I figure if someone can put zombies in Jane Austen novels…. Why not put kink in Shakespeare? It’s really already there if you pay attention anyway.

I was also considering working on more of The Submissive Muse series and touch upon my first spanking. I don’t think I shared that yet… Have I?

Anyway… Got all these ideas.. not sure what to do.

I danced last night. I recorded it. I wasn’t all that happy with the results. I wasn’t feeling it. I think I still need some time to recover more.

Lots of snow on the ground and no where to go… so Yay!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

3 days ago. Sun 13 Jan 2019 06:41:54 AM IST

...And it’s good night for me.

It Doesn’t Matter Two by Depeche Mode

As I lay here with you
The shame lies with us
We talk of love and trust
That doesn't matter
Though we may be the last in the world
We feel like pioneers
Telling hopes and fears
To one another
And oh what a feeling
Inside of me
It might last for an hour
Wounds aren't healing
Inside of me
Though it feel good now
I know it's only for now
The feeling is intense
You grip me with your eyes
And then I realize
It doesn't matter

3 days ago. Sat 12 Jan 2019 10:40:04 PM IST

Another little song to move you.

What happens in the shadows
No one has to know
The truth is in the gallows
It'll burn but it won't go
A whisper in the darkness
In the quiet it'll grow
you can try to hide it in the farthest place
But everybody knows
Something in the Shadows
Cuts you like an arrow
Shifting through the dark
Strength in your weakness
This Fire is in your blood
Hanging on to that hope
I know that you know (everybody knows)
There's something in the Shadows
It finds you in a cold room
Silhouette against the wall
Lit by the white moon
We'll out run the dawn
You can the faces
But you don't know there thoughts
You can feel the traces
Chalk lines on my heart

4 days ago. Sat 12 Jan 2019 06:09:31 PM IST
  1. Caturday You’re in Love (with me!) by Milo

[Excuse his penmanship... no opposable thumbs and all]

4 days ago. Sat 12 Jan 2019 05:02:03 AM IST

Ya...y’all know who you are!

Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
Na na na
All the hip young things trying to make a scene
Living out forbidden dreams
Star spangled banner flutters in the sky
Time hustles those who wait to die
Come on little honey
Come on now, please
Come on little honey and dance with me
Sweet soul sister
Keep on pushing till the dawn, well
Sweet soul sister
Forever dancing on and on
Oh, she's a Dior girl, twisting round the world
Midnight crush boogie scene
Firm fixed expression, sensual, tender, smooth
Sexual panther, beautifully cool
Come on little honey
Come on now, please
Come on little honey and dance with me
Sweet soul sister
Keep on pushing till the dawn, well, well, well
Sweet soul sister
Forever dancing on and on, yeah
Sweet soul sister
Keep on pushing till the dawn
Sweet soul sister
Forever dancing on and on, yeah

 

4 days ago. Sat 12 Jan 2019 03:49:33 AM IST

I’m incurable
I’m fed
But I want more
I drink
But it’s never enough
I watch and read
But my mind spins
It weaves a story
Too fantastic
I feel silly
Like a child
Reaching
For what
I have no idea
I want
But should I
Could I even
I feel plagued
And broken
The pieces
They might look better
Fractured
Rather than
Improperly mended
A distorted picture
A fire
Could seal
Those jagged edges