Kinky interactions for the D/s inclined

For years and years the words "Good girl" would turn my knees to rubber and send my heart racing. It was the ultimate compliment and the ultimate reward for things done right.

But while I'm not always a "good girl", I am always a "word girl". I love words.

Words have meaning. Words have meaning to me.

Just like I get bored with the typical "Sir" salutation, "good girl" has lost its ..... *umph* when I hear it. To circumvent the loss of "Sir", I have a tendency to give people their own names: Monty, Mayberry, Ozzy, Prime. These have meaning for me and I don't use them lightly. If I've given someone a special name, that is more powerful than any "Sir" I could utter. It is specific to one person only and, in a way, my gift to them.

"Good girl" just doesn't do it for me any more. I don't know what happened, why it changed or when it occurred but it stopped making me squishy in my girly bits.

There are still words that do have that affect on me and I cherish those when I see them. "Little girl", "little one", "young lady". ***FUCK ME!!*** Young lady is like my kryptonite. I forget everything else and focus on those words when they appear. I become weak in the knees, get warm and tingly through my whole body and it just puts me into that submissive place I love so much.

Does that make me a special snowflake? I don't know. But it is worth thinking about so that I can understand my own subbie brain a little better.

I guess I consider myself special even if I'm not a snowflake.

Do you ever wonder what a sub does when they don't have a Dom?

I've had to answer that for myself. I'm becoming my own Dom.

It's gotten to the point where I put myself in the corner when I need time to focus. I assume positions and practice holding them. I even set criteria and institute consequences for failure.

It's harder to play head games with myself and I can't get up the nerve to try things like anal training.

But overall, I'm a pretty good Dom to me.

I do not beg to serve. 

I serve to beg. 

For those of you who haven't guessed it, I finally found a green vibrator!!  These are not as plentiful as one might expect so I'm thrilled.  

Also found some beautiful green lingerie to go with it.

Green goes well with my red hair and it is my favorite color!

What have you found in your favorite color that surprised  you?

So, there is that.

I want nothing more than to be restrained by leash and collar.   On my knees begging to serve.

Collared and leashed. On my knees, spread open. Waiting. 

Am I serving him?  As i move between his legs and spread them further? 

Am I serving him as i move closer with my mouth?  Breathing hot air upon his shaft.

Moving my lips to be closer to the head.  Breathing hot air across his length.

Waiting for her command......

"Touch him", she says.  But I can't.  I want to obey but my lips scream NO!!!

A jerk of the chain and I'm brought back to she who owns me.   "Please," i beg.  Let me service him.

I move closer.  tongue at his head.  Slowly lathing down the shaft.  Encircling his balls with my tongue.  Engulfing them in my whole mouth.  Sucking frantically.  Feeling him get harder and harder.

Is that possible?

*smack*  I feel the sting of her leash on my ass.  I'm disobeying a direct order.

"Worship him!"   And I do.  I lathe his head and shaft with eager lips. Stroking and begging for him to cum in my mouth. Wrapping my lips around the head and coating him in my want.

"Please!"

I look to him, then to her.

"Please?"

I'm begging now.

"Yes, he will cum on you."

Sweet release as his cum pours over my lips and chest.

Yeeeesssss

Sweet release.

For the majority of you, this writing may be irrelevant. The number of Domly Ones who have psychic abilities is astronomical. Just ask them. They instinctively know what a sub needs, what they want and exactly the perfect way to achieve it each and every time.

For the rest of us we actually have to COMMUNICATE. Ugh! I hate it when that happens. Trying to express how I feel or what I need is hard. My attempts sound something like this:

Me: Domly One?

Domly One: Yes, baby girl? (raised eyebrow, slight smile, evil glint in his eyes)

Me: I feel .......

Domly One: Tell me.

Me: I feel .......

Domly One: What is it, little one?

Me: I feel ...... blechy

On any given occasion, blechy can mean; horny, frustrated, lonely, cold, bored,
hungry, bitchy, ticklish, tired, etc, etc

My particular Domly One is not one blessed with the oh-so-common psychic powers of absolutely EVERY Domly one who tells me, "I know what you need."

So, fellow sublettes, what are our options? The Domly Ones want to know what we think and feel. It is listed in their handbook that they must ask at least 12 unanswerable questions per week. (Don't ask me how I know this. Let's just say my best friend knows where a body is buried). But if they don't ask ..... what then?

Enter dreaded TFTB! Topping From The Bottom. Please come back! Don't run in fear. TFTB causes an instant reaction in the Domly ones that terrifies us meek and humble servants-of-their-deviant-desires. We fear their reprisals and damnation for committing the 2nd Deadly Subbie Sin. (The first being sending hooha pics that weren't solicited in advance. Just learned that one myself). We shiver and shake when we hear TFTB. It turns us sublettes into tattletales akin to those in the Salem Witch trials. You've never seen subbies turn on each other faster than the minute they hear TFTB. See? I can't even spell it out because I need to be able to sit this week.

Me: Domly One?

Domly One: Yes, babygirl?

Me: I need to be beaten (maybe for fun I'll even be on my knees with a crop in my hand, but maybe not)

Domly One: Works for me!

Now, if I post this on Fet, here is what would happen....

True Sublette: HOW DARE YOU TELL THE DOMLY ONE WHAT YOU NEED! YOU AREN'T A REAL SUB! WHO ARE YOU TO MAKE DEMANDS OF THE DOMLY ONE?!?! YOU LOATHSOME BITCH! CRAWL BACK INTO YOUR FAKE SUBBIE PROFILE AND NEVER SPEAK AGAIN!

Brown-nosing Sublette: I'd never tell the Domly one what I need. It's up to Him to decide what He wants to give me. All hail the Domly One.

Feisty Sublette:* Race you to the bedroom?*

All Knowing Sublette: Eeeek. You're Topping From The Bottom. You don't deserve a Domly One. He should never beat you again.

Perfect Sublette (shout out to SubtlePrincess19): I need whatever you need.

Every Other Sublette On The Planet: Ooo, Ooo, ME NEXT!!! I need it too.

Newbie Sublettes: What in the hell are you people talking about? Do I tell him or not?

Ultimately, it really is about communication.

Communication is the key to getting to know each other, understand each other and best meet each others' needs.

If you need a beating, tell him. You may not get it, but at least he knows. If you need to cuddle, tell him. You may not get it, but he will respond. If you need orgasm denial, tell him. He might turn it into forced orgasms, but you can bet he'll be thinking about denial in the near future. If you need to be centered, tell him. Experiment with different things until you find what works for you.

You may have been together for a million seconds or a million years but you are changing and he is changing. It is okay to say you want soft/cuddly one day and have your ass ripped to shreds the next. It doesn't make you a liar or a fake. It doesn't mean you are crazy or deceptive. It means your needs change.

What I've decided for myself (with the help of some interesting discussions) is that TFTB is when you are in the middle of a scene saying, "You missed a spot." Communication is after a scene (or any other time that you aren't in the middle of it) openly expressing the part of you that wants to say, "Gimme, gimme, gimme!"

More importantly, communication; whether by posting a writing on Fet, writing it in chalk on your driveway, making cupcakes covered with your words, screaming at the top of your lungs, or smoke signals; is whatever you two decide it is.

Express yourself freely and ignore people who tell you are wrong for doing exactly that. They will communicate in their way, you do it in yours.

I prefer packing a suitcase, draining the bank account and standing at the door pouting.... but whatever works, works. If it doesn't work, try something else. Or, consider finding a psychic Domly one.

Guess now would be a good time to plug the airplane banner company I just purchased

For the majority of you, this writing may be irrelevant. The number of Domly Ones who have psychic abilities is astronomical. Just ask them. They instinctively know what a sub needs, what they want and exactly the perfect way to achieve it each and every time.

For the rest of us we actually have to COMMUNICATE. Ugh! I hate it when that happens. Trying to express how I feel or what I need is hard. My attempts sound something like this:

Me: Domly One?

Domly One: Yes, baby girl? (raised eyebrow, slight smile, evil glint in his eyes)

Me: I feel .......

Domly One: Tell me.

Me: I feel .......

Domly One: What is it, little one?

Me: I feel ...... blechy

On any given occasion, blechy can mean; horny, frustrated, lonely, cold, bored,
hungry, bitchy, ticklish, tired, etc, etc

My particular Domly One is not one blessed with the oh-so-common psychic powers of absolutely EVERY Domly one who tells me, "I know what you need."

So, fellow sublettes, what are our options? The Domly Ones want to know what we think and feel. It is listed in their handbook that they must ask at least 12 unanswerable questions per week. (Don't ask me how I know this. Let's just say my best friend knows where a body is buried). But if they don't ask ..... what then?

Enter dreaded TFTB! Topping From The Bottom. Please come back! Don't run in fear. TFTB causes an instant reaction in the Domly ones that terrifies us meek and humble servants-of-their-deviant-desires. We fear their reprisals and damnation for committing the 2nd Deadly Subbie Sin. (The first being sending hooha pics that weren't solicited in advance. Just learned that one myself). We shiver and shake when we hear TFTB. It turns us sublettes into tattletales akin to those in the Salem Witch trials. You've never seen subbies turn on each other faster than the minute they hear TFTB. See? I can't even spell it out because I need to be able to sit this week.

Me: Domly One?

Domly One: Yes, babygirl?

Me: I need to be beaten (maybe for fun I'll even be on my knees with a crop in my hand, but maybe not)

Domly One: Works for me!

Now, if I post this on Fet, here is what would happen....

True Sublette: HOW DARE YOU TELL THE DOMLY ONE WHAT YOU NEED! YOU AREN'T A REAL SUB! WHO ARE YOU TO MAKE DEMANDS OF THE DOMLY ONE?!?! YOU LOATHSOME BITCH! CRAWL BACK INTO YOUR FAKE SUBBIE PROFILE AND NEVER SPEAK AGAIN!

Brown-nosing Sublette: I'd never tell the Domly one what I need. It's up to Him to decide what He wants to give me. All hail the Domly One.

Feisty Sublette:* Race you to the bedroom?*

All Knowing Sublette: Eeeek. You're Topping From The Bottom. You don't deserve a Domly One. He should never beat you again.

Perfect Sublette (shout out to SubtlePrincess19): I need whatever you need.

Every Other Sublette On The Planet: Ooo, Ooo, ME NEXT!!! I need it too.

Newbie Sublettes: What in the hell are you people talking about? Do I tell him or not?

Ultimately, it really is about communication.

Communication is the key to getting to know each other, understand each other and best meet each others' needs.

If you need a beating, tell him. You may not get it, but at least he knows. If you need to cuddle, tell him. You may not get it, but he will respond. If you need orgasm denial, tell him. He might turn it into forced orgasms, but you can bet he'll be thinking about denial in the near future. If you need to be centered, tell him. Experiment with different things until you find what works for you.

You may have been together for a million seconds or a million years but you are changing and he is changing. It is okay to say you want soft/cuddly one day and have your ass ripped to shreds the next. It doesn't make you a liar or a fake. It doesn't mean you are crazy or deceptive. It means your needs change.

What I've decided for myself (with the help of some interesting discussions) is that TFTB is when you are in the middle of a scene saying, "You missed a spot." Communication is after a scene (or any other time that you aren't in the middle of it) openly expressing the part of you that wants to say, "Gimme, gimme, gimme!"

More importantly, communication; whether by posting a writing on Fet, writing it in chalk on your driveway, making cupcakes covered with your words, screaming at the top of your lungs, or smoke signals; is whatever you two decide it is.

Express yourself freely and ignore people who tell you are wrong for doing exactly that. They will communicate in their way, you do it in yours.

I prefer packing a suitcase, draining the bank account and standing at the door pouting.... but whatever works, works. If it doesn't work, try something else. Or, consider finding a psychic Domly one.

Guess now would be a good time to plug the airplane banner company I just purchased

Guess what? I'm not a brat. I challenge, instigate and contradict, but I am not a brat. I am a strong, submissive whose submission must be earned and, therefore, treasured.

I will not pout because of a rule infraction or punishment. I will pout if you fail to articulate your reasoning.

I will not sulk because I've been punished or disciplined. I will sulk if you haven't explained to me what you expect and how I have failed to achieve your expectations.

I will not be disrespectful because you set standards of behavior. I will be disrespectful if you have not commanded my respect through your dominance and institution of expectations.

I will not taunt you because your methods are weak. I will taunt you if you fail to demonstrate your authority over me through consistency and affection.

I will not cry because you didn't love me enough. I will cry because I feel abandoned and alone in my shame at not pleasing you.

I will not scream because you didn't reach out to me in my time of need. I will scream when you leave me alone in the abyss to which you have brought me.

I will not seethe because you didn't do what I expected/wanted. I will seethe when you presume that you are unnecessary in the process of reconciling the intensity of emotion you created and abandoned me to face this demon alone.

No, I am not a brat. I am a challenge and a treasure. Earn me and your rewards will be boundless.

I know you are scared, so let me guide you.
I know you are sad, so let me take your tears.
I know you are nervous, so let me lead you.
I know you are delicate, so let me be your strength.
I know you are tired, so let me carry your burdens.
I know you are stifled, so let me release you.
I know you are beautiful, so let me reflect it back to you.
I know you are caged, so let me show you freedom.
I know you are thinking, so let me take your thoughts away.
I know you are intelligent, so let me explore your mind.
I know you are silly, so let me make you laugh.
I know you are selfless, so let me reward your gift.
I know you are strong, so let me overwhelm you.
I know you are weak, so let me show you your power.
I know you are quiet, so let me release your screams.
I know you are fragile, so let me break and rebuild you.
I know you are trapped, so let me release your bonds.
I know you are upset, so let me absorb your pain.
I know you are mine, so let me be yours.

I am your candle, you are my flame.

 
 
A Simple Act
Today, when you came in for lunch, I felt a flutter in my stomach. You told me to make you something to eat. Such a simple command had the force of a hand squeezing my heart. As I was getting food ready, I was thinking of what you would want, what you would need, what would satisfy you. That helped me remember all of the little things, the extra napkin, the tortilla, ice for your drink. It felt ritualistic.

You sat down to eat and motioned for me to sit next to you. I didn't. Instead, I felt compelled to kneel next to you, a simple act. We talked, laughed, you even fed me fruit. The whole time felt magical. How can I describe the triumph I felt when you looked down and smiled at me? Triumph over myself and my own stubborness. I wasn't expecting you to feed me, yet was flushed with the pleasure it gave me. All cares and concerns were gone. There was no one but you and you were happy; Happy with me.

So with this simple act, I give you the gift of my submission. I am yours and I am loved.