Scribbles

Thank you to Kit for this irritating challenge hahaha! 10 compliments to myself? Hmmm...

1.

I am freakin' hilarious! - As the funniest, most wiseassy person I know, I can be all alone and still make myself laugh by just making up funny shit. My dirty slut is a close second, and I'd rather do everything with her, but I am a fucking riot all by myself.
2.

Other people like me too. - I am not a party person yet somehow I can walk into a room and own the crowd inside of 10 minutes. It's weird, and I'm not sure why or how, but people are drawn to me.
3.

Brains beotch! - I am super, super intelligent! Or educated. Whichever.
4.

I am musically multitalented. I started playing piano when I was 4, took a couple years of lessons between 8-9, and using that knowledge taught myself 4 more instruments by the time I was 16. Since then I have picked up 2 more, though I don't play those well (yet). I also write original music.
5.

I am a talented writer. I was always reading, writing, and playing music as a child. I originally went to college to become a music teacher but I changed my focus to English because I decided to become a middle-school English teacher instead. Along the way I just got good at it, top of my classes, teacher's pet, all that nonsense. Except for music it is my greatest creative passion.
6.

My love for children. This is the biggest part of why I wanted to be a middle-school teacher. I have always had a very easy connection with children, which is what would have made me a good educator. One of the very few regrets I have is that I never had children. I would have been a great father, which may be a little odd considering I had a terrible childhood. Or perhaps that is exactly why I would have been?
7.

I am very good at my job. - My profession requires an ability which fortunately I have naturally so I am well suited to it, I do it very well, and I really enjoy it!
8.

I'm proud to be humble. - My belief is, that though it often requires great strength and humility to say "I am wrong" or "It is my fault" there is greater value in admitting it anyway.
9.

I really, really care. - I am one of those irritating people who feels like he has to support and protect and take care of and save everyone and be the hero all the time. Everybody needs one of those people, though it can get very exhausting. Which brings us to 10...
10.

I finally learned how to be selfish. - It sounds strange to say that out loud. I found myself at a point where suddenly I had no one that absolutely needed me, or who I had to answer to; no one who I felt compelled to try to save, or who couldn't live without me. So for the first time since I was... a lot younger, I decided that it was time to for me to go do whatever the fuck I wanted. It took a while to stop wondering if I wasn't doing the wrong thing, but I learned. And I'm happier now!

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There I was able to come up with 10, though I had some inspiration from a wonderfully filthy little slut I happen to own and operate and love!

Thank you to Pure for the original challenge!
A slutty little sub I know suggested that I might enjoy this challenge.

So we dug through 100's of pics and came up with some of my hands:

1. From last year when she showed me how to release a fragile, just emerged butterfly into the wild.

2. Treating a similar creature a little less gently. Look at that scared look in her dreamy eye. I live for that!

3. Using my fingers to coerce beautiful sounds from one of my most prized possessions.

That was a fun challenge!

RIP Gary Wright

April 26, 1943 – September 4, 2023

People from my generation will definitely know, and probably have gotten really stoned to this classic.

Thank you to Satindragon for this challenge!

What to choose...

This was a fun one but I ended up with 5 songs by bands that no one else will likely have heard of doing lengthy awesome progressive rock versions of what were originally 3 - 4 minute songs.

Instead I chose the classic "Jane" by Jefferson Starship, a song I have always loved, which is weird because I never liked anything else they ever did in any incarnation of the band, ever.  

Enjoy!

(CAUTION: Avoid looking directly at the creepy guitarist. Really. Trust me.)

And the terrible, lip-synced, unofficial music video by the actual band:

Friday night we went to our dungeon for Kinky Karaoke night, which is one of our favorite nights. My dear whore loves to sing, and I love to listen to her, so I'll assign her some songs and she'll pick others. Fortunately I get to leave my own bias at home on those nights because my whore is always the best performer there and everyone knows it hahahah. For her first song of the night she sang "Uninvited" by Alanis Morrisette and absolutely nailed it! She even got cheers and applause, not only from me but from the whole room! I've heard her sing it enough times in the car to know that she was going to be great, and she was.
My dirty slut had been wanting to take some sexy, artistic rope pics, but neither of us had any experience so last week a friend there recommended an experienced rigger who might be willing to help us. As usual, upon arrival we were immediately greeted by several people we have become friends with, and some that we have seen on occasion. It is nice to be recognized and well liked at the local dungeon! Throughout the week I had been chatting with guy our friend mentioned, sharing picture ideas, and when we finally met Friday the three of us looked at some example pics, he suggested a few ideas of his own based on the pics we liked, and we decided that there was no time like the present, so we started right after the first song!
I got to help a little though I pretty much stayed out of the way as he roped up my slut. That should have been very strange because standing by watching as another person restrains my property is not a situation I am accustomed to, but he was very gentle and respectful and kept us both informed on exactly what was happening, making sure my sub was safe and comfortable. We were both very grateful for his help. When it was all done I took some pics.

And that was just the first half of the night. There was a second tie, more pics, and another song to sing, but in-between we spent some time at one of our favorite activities, on one of our favorite pieces of furniture - a spanking bench. My dearest slut has become more and more of an exhibitionist, and she has a big fan there who tends to shadow us wherever we go and watch everything that I do to her, so we let him stand nearby and watch closely as I beat her ass or finger her or make her cum or do anything I want to her. Sometimes, just to freak him out I'll make her look right at him or wave at him while I do. And sometimes she smiles at him just to tease him. Little whore hahahaha.

After her second rope tie, this time on the stage, my filthy whore performed another song, "Turn Me On" by Norah Jones. As usual she sang beautifully, and soon after we ended another very fun night at our playhouse.

This is a little peek-a-boo pic from the second tie, with some rope marks from the first.

You absolutely must go to her blog post to see more amazing pics of my gorgeous sub ButterfliesAndCuffs all tied up in simple, artistic poses for her very first rope experience!

We are saddened to announce the recent passing of our beloved wooden spoon Chef. At the request of his entire family - Myself, my gorgeous whore ButterfliesAndCuffs, and all his brothers and sisters - notice was withheld during our time of mourning.
His end was abrupt and sudden, but he died in mid-swing while doing what he loved most: beating my dear slut's sweet ass.
Please read a full obituary she wrote for him here.
There may be other spoons like him, but there was only one Chef, and it has already required 3 new additions to the family to help us fill the absence left by his loss.
It should be known that, though he can never swing to the beat again, his remains will be reassembled and retired to a place of honor amongst his brothers and sisters.
He will not be forgotten.

RIP

People sing those words in break-up songs, write them on condolence cards, and unfortunately, must frequently suffer them when things end.

For us, it's amazing that this thing actually lasted as long as it did considering how difficult it was, especially in the beginning. Long distance... We started out several states and a whole time zone apart, and not everyone thought we would make it, even though we believed. We were very strong and certain back then, and we refused to let the distance stop us. It tried, but we beat the odds. We persevered, we called it a thing, said some pretty scary words, even stuck a very dynamic slash right in the middle of it all. We met, embraced, touched, and felt. It was so right that we did it again, and again. In the beginning it was beautiful, almost as beautiful as her.

No one had ever said "Forever" to me before, and when she did it stopped me for a second - then it felt like exactly what I'd been waiting for, well, forever.
We fell in love, and we documented it right here for all the (Cage) world to see and share. And in retrospect, I think that's the point when everything started to change.

I was planning to move anyway, and very soon I was as close to my dirty whore as I was able to get at the time, but that was still an hour away. Of course I had always meant to close that distance as soon as possible. I kept saying "Be patient, it's just a matter of time, we are almost there, we just have to wait a little longer..."

But some things are ultimately not meant to be. Sometimes patience wears too thin; someone reaches a point when things have to change right now; waiting is no longer an option, and any move other than forward is a move in the wrong direction.

Unless you move South, which is what I did.

Something happened at some point in March. I decided that I didn't want to wait another 3 months until the end of my lease so that I could finally be closer to my little slut. Instead, I rented a new apartment in MD, started packing up my old apartment in PA, and as of April 5th I officially live on Southern side of the border (though due to everything being so super last minute I didn't get fully moved in until the 30th.) And now I and my filthy slut ButterfliesAndCuffs live only 6 minutes apart!

Though it felt like the interminable wait to be together was never going to end, nothing lasts forever, and the wait is finally over. It was not meant to be that we should be so far apart any longer.
I was recently asked why I wanted to move here and I explained it this way: "When you meet the right person, you go where they are. She was not able to come to me, but I was able to go to her. So here I am."

So perhaps there is truly nothing that lasts Forever, but I like how that particular F-word sounds when she says it so fuck it - we've never stopped pushing that limit, we're not stopping now, and we have some new, deliciously ugly, dark purple bruises to prove it.

To my dearest, worthless kneeling whore - I love you. I have said it many times and it is still true, you have been the best part of my life, and the biggest part of my heart. And forever wont last long enough.

❤️‍🔥 🐖 💘 😛 💘 🐛 ❤️‍🔥

p.s. - I'm just walking out the door - see you in 6 minutes.

There they were, finally. The things we had been waiting for and talking about for exactly 1 year. New Year's Eve, followed by New Year's Day. Lots of parties, noises, and celebrations, and for most people, a reminder of what happened since the last time the calendar struck one particular midnight.

All of it was fun, but for I and my filthy slut ButterfliesAndCuffs it was an extra special occasion: that night, the traditional 10-second countdown leading to the dropping down of the big round bouncy thingy (more on in a moment) was even more significant because January 1st was not only New Year's Day - it was also the anniversary of the day we said the words; we made the commitment. The day we decided that we were ready for a full dynamic together.

We didn't spend this NYE as we did a year ago, at our homes in front of our webcams talking and playing. This time we spanked in the New Year at our dungeon with several new friends we've made there. She was the most beautiful thing in the entire building, she always is, in every room we're ever in. I had her bent over a spanking bench with her ass and pussy exposed for all to see as I smacked her in time with the music, and of course, harder and harder for every second of the final countdown to zero hour, which I made her shout out "10 - 9 - 8 - 7..."

Now, the dropping bouncy thingy part of the story: one of the guys at the dungeon (a very enthusiastic, suitably round, NYE Ball shaped fellow) was covered in glitter, tied up, and hoisted above the stage. The Times Square celebration was broadcast on a large flat screen on the wall, and when the clock showed 00:00:00 he was slowly lowered to the stage to the cheers of everyone in attendance.

So we spent the eve of our anniversary, at our club with our weirdo friends. The actual day, in fact most of the weekend, was just the two of us at home alone, much of it in bed as you might expect, except for a couple of delicious meals my perfect sub cooked for us. We talked about some of the amazing milestones we passed along the way: Our first sight of each other. Our first embrace at the airport. Our first night together. How 6 months ago I packed up and moved so we could be even closer. Our first actual "date" (a movie in a movie theater.) The first gifts we ever gave each other as D and s. Me meeting her closest friends. Her meeting my closest family member. Me finally getting to play a few original piano pieces for her. Learning from her, and then joining in her passion - raising and releasing butterflies. Introducing each other to new music and movies.

Many, many other major events in our lives together, most importantly, meeting her daughter. I desperately wanted to make a good impression on her - and we hit it off immediately! Geez, imagine a big tough guy like me being afraid of a sweet little doll like her. Plus she thinks that we are "weird, in a good way" so what better endorsement?

We're not close to being done. We are still goofy and crazy and loving and unpredictable. We have made plans, set dates, even bought tickets for a couple things later this year. Friends and relatives are already planning visits in a couple months. A (platonic) double-date type of thing to D.C. with a couple we are friends with from our dungeon. And a wild Vegas trip we keep talking about taking with a good friend and her Dom.

And speaking of friends there are 2 that we could not end our first year together without mentioning because they have been our biggest supporters, and because they seemingly knew that my dearest sub and I would end up together even before we did. 2 friends who we still talk to weekly, sometimes daily. To SSR - forever thank you for all the ridiculously long, insanely nonsensical, hysterical phone calls, even though I usually barely get a word in the entire time. And endless thank yous to Banféinní for all the... everything. And for having us over. We can't imagine any part of the last year, or the next, without you both.

New Year's weekend was wonderful. My treasured slut ButterfliesAndCuffs is irreplaceable. I wouldn't trade or change last year for anything, and the next is going to be even better.

The Original Lyrics

If the title filled you with hopes of sexy holiday party games, you'll find none here, but read on and hopefully you will still enjoy the explanation at the end of my post.
As we have been chronicling in the past few months, I and my dirty little sub ButterfliesAndCuffs are inching closer to the anniversary of the day we decided to give a name to this nutty little dynamic thingy we find ourselves in. Along the way it sprouted eyes and limbs and personalities and attitudes of it's own, and began answering to other names like "affection" and "relationship" and "love."
It doesn't seem like a year. Except the times when we weren't together and then it was like "fuck, time - hurry up and pass already!" Those moments felt too much like forever. But it hasn't been quite a year yet, not "officially." We have a few days yet until we reach that milestone. But in the mean time we have a little business that requires some recapping. Once upon 12-ish months ago there was a little something I like to call December, 2021.

She's so much better at remember things like dates and topics and times and names and locations and conversations and posts and comments and... well, most things. So if you want to enjoy a more detailed retelling of all the goofy nonsense we got up to during December of last year then you must read all about it in her post here. But while you and I are together I'll share a few of my memories. Stroll back with me now, if you will, and reminisce...

After first meeting in October, and watching a fun flirtation become uncontrollably wet and sexy in November, somewhere between the 1st and 2nd weeks in December we had both decided that this thing - whatever it was - was indeed a thing. I remember the exact moment; I can still see the whole thing...

12/11, We were on our webcams with a mutual friend to celebrate my naughty slut's birthday. She had been partying with her friends that evening and was in a particularly wild mood so I saw a side of her I didn't know existed. I already knew she was amazing but that night I learned that she was something naughtier than I ever imagined. And that was the moment when I knew I had to own her.
(She likes to point out she realized she liked me 2 whole damn days before I realized I liked her, therefore somehow that means she wins the Who-Liked-Whom-First game?)

Over the following weeks there were naughty pictures. We had already been constantly texting each other ALL DAY for more than a month by then, and we havent been out of touch for longer than 12 hours at any time since then. We made up songs, movies, even our own words and phrases. We had really weird dreams about each other every night then laughed about them together the next morning. We finished each other's sentences. Amazingly all of these things still happen! We established Movie Night and each made a must-see list for the other.

12/23 Before we were even officially a thing I issued her very first set of rules - "The Rules of Bacon" - and she broke rule #1 almost immediately! Because of this she had to be punished of course, which ended up being the very first time we ever played. We would eventually go on to add 2 more rules that we made up ourselves.

And by then December was almost over. 2021 was almost over. Our non-dynamic, non-relationship, non-love-lives were almost over. All that was left was just a few colors, a couple words, one decision, and...

Oh yeah, as for the meaning behind the title of this post -
We met here, passing each other in the forum, never saying anything to each other until one day we did. Then we kept talking and having fun and making each other laugh. We started making up dumb stuff together just because we thought it was funny. We still do dumb stuff and make up silly shit and make our own fun because we never enjoy ourselves more than we do when we're together.

So it should surprise no one that "The Original Lyrics" is a dumb recurring joke that only we know, and therefore only makes us laugh: In perfect 'us' fashion, we make up our own lyrics to whatever songs happen to be playing at any time (capitalizing on every possible opportunity to insert the word "butthole" because that is the funniest word ever!) Then one of us will explain to the other that the made up lyrics were actually the original lyrics, but that most people just don't realize it.

We intentionally sing the wrong lyrics to a song because it's funnier that way, then comment about how the funny lyrics were actually the original lyrics. Kinda like when we first met. We originally started out just having fun before eventually we turned into the real thing. Cool huh!

Stay tuned for our official one year anniversary blogs….

🎈🎉🎂Happy Birthday!!!🎂🎉🎈

As we approach our 1-year anniversary I cannot forget to mention that December 11, 2021 was the day I realized that I had met the sub I wanted to keep, the woman I wanted to be with from that day on.
It was on that day I knew I had found the person who I would happily and proudly call mine every day forever after.

Coincidentally, it was also her birthday.

I found the one who I have called my most prized possession, the biggest and best part of my heart, who I use like a whore in private, and treat like a princess in public.

So to my friend, my sub, my toy, my lover,
The person who makes me laugh more than anyone ever has,
The best reason I have for being the best Dom, man, and person I can be.

To the love of my life -

Happy birthday

ButterfliesAndCuffs

I Love You!!!