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A Dom's Tale ~ The journey there and back again

Thoughts and notes on the journey.....
4 years ago. May 8, 2020 at 3:03 PM

 

There it is, the eternal image of the thing we all seek, the Holy Grail.  Yet for us it is not some omnipotent chalice hidden deep in some dark cavern, protected by Angels through the millenniums, to be approached only by the most worthy and true.

 

 

For us it is the unified power of two into one, the heart and soul tested forging and melding of the "True Bdsm Dynamic".  When two people, Dominant and Submissive, form bonds so deep, love so true, a mutual need so great, that their differences transform into their power. Where age and time no longer have the power to control them, where weakness is turned to strength, loneliness and fear into belonging and safety. And just as in the image above, their power surrounds them, protects them, sustains them throughout time and life, and when they leave this planet, the creator himself will look upon what he has made with great joy and welcome them home.

So where is it? How is it found? how is it formed? The answers to these questions are different for each of us, for each dynamic is an original creation, as unique as  a snowflake gently falling to the Earth. We refer to our roles in the quest as "Dominant" and "Submissive", yet I suggest to you that to find the Holy Grail, we must each be both. I will use "he" as dominant and "she" as submissive from this point, because that is my reality. They can be interchanged in your mind dear reader if it so suits you.

Yes, the main role of the Dominant is to guide, to protect, to nurture, to teach, to love, and to respect. But in the filling of that role come acts of submission as well. He must be willing to surrender his past, accept his future, submit if you will his deepest fears and weaknesses into the care of another, the only things he knows he cannot rule, control, or protect once truly exposed. His Achilles heel if you will... his love, heart, soul, and unending need for her in his life, and he must trust her with all his heart not to abuse or misuse it. He must be willing to expose these weaknesses to another, reveal all there is to reveal, and trust that the dynamic will embrace and protect. The Grail cannot be found without this act of submission in my humble opinion. But what of her?

Yes her role is one of submission, and they both know and have agreed upon what level that will exist upon. So you ask, how must she be dominant? Yes, she has given her submission to him, to hold and protect but she also has been given a charge equally or perhaps even greater than his. She holds in her hands the very heart of the warrior, every weakness in his armor exposed to the core, the very blueprints of how he may be destroyed in the cruelest manner possible. And she must care for it, protect it, nurture it, reinforce it when needed through her own act of submission. In the dark silent hours of the night, when his own fears creep in upon him, she must be there to reassure him of his role, and that he has done his part well, and that his own acts of submission are well placed and safe. Again, I submit to you the Grail cannot be found without it.

And it is through these acts of submission and dominance that the "True Dynamic" forms it's power. It embraces them both, the power flowing freely between them, bonding them equally, surrounding them with an impenetrable shield that no power could possibly penetrate, and no Creator would want to. I do not mean this to be a comprehensive guide to your journey, merely points of consideration for your quest.

 

 

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Maya Angelou

4 years ago. May 5, 2020 at 12:12 PM

Not saying his character was a Dom,  but I am saying this embodies the power of a true dynamic in my somewhat romanticized opinion.  His need to preserve and protect, and the lack of limits ......

 

4 years ago. May 3, 2020 at 4:04 AM

The questions are reflected by the love in her eyes, her soul is peering through these fragile windows, looking at you and wondering if you are going to be the one. She wonders what this future holds, where it will take her, you, us. Nobody can fortell the future, but when I finally meet you, there are some things I can at least promise you... and some things I cannot.

 

I cannot promise nothing will ever hurt you again, the world is full of treachery, and while I will protect you with all my might and ability, there will be times you are hurt, that no person could have fortold.

I can promise you that when you are hurt, I will race to your side with Godspeed, and scream to the heavens and pray to my God for the strength to shield you from the storm, to fend off the wolves craving your very heart with every ounce of power in my soul, and when the battle is over, and we have won, my main goal in this world will be to heal you, to let the love and strength flow from our dynamic, from me into you until the joy in your eyes returns, the peace in your world is restored, and I know you are safe once again.

 

I cannot promise to take your submission. Your submission is not mine, nor anyone else's to take. It is as much a part of you as your very soul, so it can be only truly possessed by you.

I can promise to do all that can be done to earn the right and trust to hold it, to cherish it, to protect it, and to prove to you that you can trust me with it, and if the day ever comes when you wish to take it from me, I can promise you that I will release it back to you at your request.

 

I cannot promise to never be wrong, or make a mistake.

I can promise to admit and learn from any mistakes I make, and to right any wrong or damage to you or us as a result of my mistake. I will listen to your heart, and as our hearts beat as one, I will do my utmost best to let them be my guide in making decisions, with your best interest always considered first.

 

I can promise to always make you feel loved, wanted, desired, and needed. to let you into my heart as you have let me into yours.To share all that is possible for two acting as one.

 

4 years ago. April 22, 2020 at 11:12 PM

Just know we appreciate you....but be careful.... this song will haunt you like no other... in a good way. :))

 

4 years ago. April 19, 2020 at 1:17 PM

If you have never heard it, google it on youtube andshut everything else off, and just listen to this song. It is one of the most emotionally powerful songs I have ever heard....and IMHO it embodies the power of the BDSM Dynamic

 

Meat Loaf – For Crying Out Loud
"For Crying Out Loud (you Know I Love You)" as written by and Jim Steinman....

I was lost till you were found
But I never knew how far down
I was falling before I reached the bottom
I was cold and you were fire
And I never knew how the pyre
Could be burning
On the edge of the ice field

And the now chilly California wind
Is blowing down our bodies again
And we're sinking deeper and deeper into the chilly California sand
Oh I know you belong inside my aching heart
And can't you see my faded Levis bursting apart
And don't you hear me crying
Oh babe, don't go
And don't you hear me screaming
How was I to know?

I'm in the middle of nowhere
Near the end of the line
But there's a border to somewhere waiting
And there's a tankful of time
Oh give me just another moment to see the light of the day
And take me to another land where I don't have to stay

And I'm gonna need somebody to make me feel like you do
And I will receive somebody with open arms, open eyes,
Open up the sky and let the planet that I love shine through

For crying out loud
You know I love you
For crying out loud
You know I love you
For crying out loud
You know I love you

I was damned and you were saved
And I never knew how enslaved
I was kneeling in the chains of my master

I could laugh but you could cry
And I never knew just how high
I was flying
Ah, with you right above me

And the now chilly California wind
Is blowing down our bodies again
And we're sinking deeper and deeper into the chilly California sand
Oh I know you belong inside my aching heart
And can't you see my faded Levis bursting apart
And don't you hear me crying
Oh Babe, don't go
And don't you hear me screaming
How was I to know?

I'm in the middle of nowhere
Near the end of the line
But there's a border to somewhere waiting
And there's a tankful of time
Oh give me just another moment to see the light of the day
And take me to another land where I don't have to stay

And I'm gonna need somebody to make me feel like you do
And I will receive somebody with open arms, open eyes,
Open up the sky and let the planet that I love shine through

For crying out loud
You know I love you
For crying out loud
You know I love your
For crying out loud
You know I love you
For crying out loud
You know I love you

For taking in the rain when I'm feeling so dry
For giving me the answers when I'm asking you why
And my oh my
For that I thank you

For taking in the sun when I'm feeling so cold
For giving me a child when my body is old
And don't you know
For that I need you

For coming to my room when you know I'm alone
For finding me a highway and driving me home
And you gotta know
For that I serve you

For pulling me away when I'm starting to fall
For revving me up when I'm starting to stall
And all in all
For that I want you

For taking and for giving and for playing the game
For praying for my future in the days that remain
Oh Lord
For that I hold you

Ah but most of all
For cryin' out loud
For that I love you

Ah but most of all
For cryin' out loud
For that I love you

Ah but most of all
For cryin' out loud
For that I love you

When you're crying out loud
You know I love you

4 years ago. April 4, 2020 at 3:22 AM

     If you want to understand this post, you are going to have to read it all the way to the end, it is about my lifes twisted little journey this week .. one where I could not see the path for the pain until I reached the end of the path....literally

 

     So Monday morning I said a very unexpected goodbye to "Count von Cat" - my loyal cat and unwavering friend of 15 years. It was tough, having to let the local vet take his life for his own good and ending of suffering.  All day Monday I was somewhat moody and depressed a bit at work, and Monday night (though thank God I cannot remember it) I had some awful dreams. I woke up Tuesday to a day off of work, somewhat tired from a night of restless sleep, yet committed to pulling myself "up by the bootstraps" ... and doing what I always am able to do with a bit of concentration, weather the storm, hit the waves head on, pass out of the eye of the storm, and come out stronger and more determined on the other side.

 

 

    Tuesday morning, bright and early, the plan was going well, and yes I know losing a pet is by comparison a gloved punch by comparison to rest of our lives. It stings, but we will overcome it,   and I was well on my way.  I made a cup of coffee, reminded myself why I had made the decisions I had the day before, gave a prayer to God to take care of the Count for me,  and re-entered the stream of life, starting by cleaning up the area Count spent his last few days in, and giving the house a general cleaning as well.  I sat down at my computer with an ice tea to do a little gaming, catch up on local and national news,  and the the damn phone rang .....

 

     A quick glance at the caller ID revealed it was my brother in Florida. I picked it up, said hello, and after a minute or two of the normal greeting pleasantries and chatter, he dropped the bomb. the reason for the call...... "I am just going to say this straight out, Dad went into the hospital in Tennessee Saturday night, and as of this afternoon he is on a ventilator.  the doctors feel he will not survive once taken off, and if he does, they are moving him to hospice for "general organ failure", Heart, kidneys,  basically his body is shutting down." I was stunned, speechless, and without a word to utter. He continued ..."He told (his wife) not to tell anybody unless it was looking final." 

     That made sense, and was just like him too. He had been in and out the hospital many times over the last few years, survived cancer, lung disorders, and heart disease. He was a tough tough man, but he was also 81, and this was a fight he knew he could not win.  The sun on the next morning found me speeding through Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky,  and finally Tennessee at speeds between 80 and 100mph, while my Brother was doing the same from the South. At 2 hours till my arrival, I cut speed and dropped back the speed limit.

     Don't ask me how I knew, I can't tell you. But I have always had a sense for things, and I at that moment knew my father had died.  Five minutes later my brother called to tell me not to hurry any longer, Dad had indeed passed away.  For my brother it was worse, he was a mere 15 to 20 minutes away when he got the call. 

     So why am I telling you all this? Partially because it is therapeutic for me to do so, to begin to stabilize my world with it's very first cornerstone, the one that was always there, the one I could always count on,  forcibly removed from my life by a power I cannot combat.  But moreso, to tell you about his last day when he was able to communicate, to give you just a small glimpse of the man the world lost on Weds this week.

     The next day my stepmother of 46 years (a wonderful woman he was lucky to find) spoke of him often, and told us some of Mondays events at the hospital.  He spoke of his love for her, and for all his family.  He spoke of being ready to go, that he had lived a complete life and was prepared to go now.  He told her she would not have to worry, that he had taken care of everything in advance. In short, he spent the last day of his life easing the grief and suffering of those he would leave behind, with little or no thoughts for himself.

    We went to the funeral home the next day, and indeed, everything but the obituary was already handled. He had it set up so there would be no visitations, no ceremonies, no actual graveside service (by law from the Virus outbreak). So we wrote the Obit as a group and headed to the house for a day of family gathering and mutual support.  She brought out some folders he had arranged and organized that would settle all the rest of his affairs, already in place, nothing for any of us to do but move on, as he wanted it, and as usual, he got his way. 

 

     So you see, we did not make it in time to see him alive again, but he had been basically comatose the last day, and would not have wanted us to remember him that way, but rather the last time we saw him instead, and with no visitation, no services, and no graveside, that is exactly how I remember him, the only way that was left open to me, as he told me he loved me and to drive home carefully. Everything that happened post death was also at his direction, to take care of his family one last time, to ease his passing for us.

     And the following morning, as I headed down the drive to begin my journey home, I stopped short of the winding country road that leads back to the highway, and gave a short prayer, You see, I finally got it, and the understanding gave me peace, and stability.  I smiled to myself as I thought back on the week. I actually chuckled a bit as I realized that God is a pretty good planner too. He had planned to ease my fathers passing for him as he was easing it for us.To welcome him to his new existence with a familiar and comforting face, and a memento of his family to hold onto.

    The prayer I offered...it was simple, I simply asked God to get Count von Cat to my father, to keep him company, until the rest of us arrive. I believe Count left to be a friend for one very selfless man who might need one, and definitely deserved one. So Rest in peace Dad, and please take good care of Count.........  p.s. He loves sitting on your shoulders, and Lord knows yours are more than wide enough for a kitty ...

 

4 years ago. March 30, 2020 at 8:56 PM

          Fifteen years ago, give or take some time, (not that it is relevant now, but I sure wish I had some of it laying around I could use). a little squirt runt of a cat was born to another cat we had at the time, he was one of 5 kittens born that day,  and unlike the others, he was pure black with a small, very small white speck of fur on his chest. Unlike the others he had no time for humans. He did not try to engage us or interact in any manner, His one and only interests were with his mother, and his siblings.  

    As they grew and were weened from their mother, the other 4 would attack shoelaces, chase laser dots, playfight with each other, and generally begin to explore the house. My 11 year old son at the time named them all 1 by 1. When he got to this one, he took one look at him, and named him after his favorite tv character of his younger days - "Count von Count". So "Count von Cat" entered our lives that day. When the litter was old enough we began giving them away 1 by 1, but my son insisted that Count remain with us, so it was done.

    He continued to ignore humans completely, and time marched on. About the time he was 6 months old, still extremely tiny, I began repainting the lower part of the house. As I worked my way around and through the rooms, Count followed me and stayed with me the entire day, smelling the fresh paint at every opportunity. Did he get mentally altered from the paint fumes? No idea, but from that day forward, he was a 100% people kitty. 

     He would wait by the door in the morning to say goodbye to each of us, and be there to greet us home later in the day as well, naturally extracting a 1 pet toll from each of us both ways.. He required to be allowed to sit on my shoulder for at least 10 minutes each night, and no other cat was ever allowed this. If anybody, stranger or not, paid any attention to any other animal in the house, he required to get the "last pet"

   I won't bore you with a 15 year history of the little guy, I'll just say he was as easy going, well mannered, and affectionate as any cat could ever be. A week ago we noticed some weight loss, over the weekend it became extreme.  He still visited me each day, but seemed to lack the strength to go up the stairs.  I made him a special bed, and made special arrangements for his needs, as I feared the worst.  This morning, those fears were confirmed, The vet diagnosed him as terminal kidney failure. He said he was in pain, and while I could extend his life by perhaps a week or so, it would not be a good or easy, or painless week for him to go through.

     Yes People, I know I am a Dom. And to some of you that label means "unshakable required", but I wont dishonor him with such lies. He was more to me than a cat, he was intuitive about my moods, and never faltered in his loyalty to me. To be perfectly honest, the decision to end his suffering this morning was one the hardest things I ever had to do. I will miss my little four legged all black furry friend more than I thought I would, and I thankful to God for having had the time we had.

 

 

 

4 years ago. March 6, 2020 at 4:20 PM

   It was forever ago, a month ago, a day ago, an hour ago. I know chronologically it was some time ago, yet my heart and mind do not see things the same. My mind, ruled by aspects of my Dominant nature is positive that it was some time ago, that there has been a definite absence of its presence.
My heart on the other hand remembers it completely differently. It recalls the soft feminine scent of her body, the gentle sighs and moans she released in reaction to my softly binding her body with the rope, her body shifting with each pass of the rope, and the gentle shivers and quakes she underwent as I tied her to the bed…… and it feels like it was a moment ago.

    So, those of you who read my blogs, know I like to reference songs, I have always related to music on a deep personal level. So now I have moved toward a new dynamic with a person I thought to be lost to me, a rekindling as it were .. to reignite a fire long since thought to be extinguished…. I have reentered a dynamic, and we are back at the beginning, with just enough history between us to eliminate the usual get to know you stage ……

Today feels like …

 

Cygnus X-1
by Rush

In the constellation of Cygnus
There lurks a mysterious, invisible force
The Black Hole of Cygnus X-1

Six stars of the northern cross
In mourning for their sister's loss
In a final flash of glory
Nevermore to grace the night

Invisible
To telescopic eye
Infinity
The star that would not die

All who dare
To cross her course
Are swallowed by
A fearsome force

Through the void
To be destroyed
Or is there something more?

Atomized, at the core
Or through the astral door
To soar…..

4 years ago. March 5, 2020 at 5:24 AM

Rarely does a poem encapsulate the power of the BDSM Dynamic, but IMHO, this wonderful piece of literary magic from Maya Angelou does that very thing ... tell me if you agree, and why, or disagree, and why   :)

 

In and Out of Time

by Maya Angelou
 
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.


I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.


When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.


You freed your braids...
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.


I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there...
Mmmm... God how I love your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.


I screamed to the heavens... loudly screamed...
Trying to change our nightmares into dreams...


The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.


I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out...
in and out...
in and out...
of time.
 

4 years ago. March 4, 2020 at 3:55 PM

     Ever set yourself a goal? Of course you have! Might have been to save “x” dollars, maybe to visit your parents more often, we set goals all the time, though sometimes we don’t call them such, So After my vanilla marriage came to ruination, I discovered this life, BDSM.

     After much reading, studying, learning, and talking, I put a toe in the water. Little did I know at the time what I was really getting myself into! A little play here and there, then I began reading, studying, and talking even more.

     So I finally began to be a student of the BDSM Dynamic, I marveled at it’s pure nature and infinite depths that two can share, and that’s all it took. I set my course for what can only be vocalized by me at this point as …Xanadu,

 

Excerpt from "Xanadu" by Rush

To seek the sacred river Alph
To walk the caves of ice
To break my fast on honey dew
And drink the milk of paradise

I had heard the whispered tales
Of immortality
The deepest mystery

From an ancient book, I took a clue
I scaled the frozen mountain tops
Of eastern lands unknown
Time and man alone
Searching for the lost,…. Xanadu

 

 And in doing so, like all Aries are prone to do, I am singularly focused upon finding this ever elusive dynamic. Little did I remember at the time what a throw away. Instant gratification, disposable culture we have become. But that cannot and will not dissuade me, I cannot allow it to, if what I seek is truly a needle in a haystack, so be it, I will endeavor to persevere…...but until I find it....

 

Solitary Man
By Neil Diamond

Melinda was mine 'til the time
That I found her
Holding Jim
And loving him


Then Sue came along, loved me strong
That's what I thought
Ya, me and Sue
But that died too

 

Don't know that I will
But until I can find me
The girl who'll stay
And won't play games behind me
I'll be what I am
A solitary man
Solitary man

 

I've had it to here
Bein' where love's a small word
Part-time thing
Paper ring


I know it's been done
Havin' one girl who'll loves you
Right or wrong
Weak or strong

 

Don't know that I will
But until I can find me
The girl who'll stay
And won't play games behind me
I'll be what I am
A solitary man...
Solitary man...