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

Thoughts and notes on the journey.....
2 years ago. February 21, 2022 at 7:30 PM

Preface:

I want to preface what I am writing today so that the spirit or intent is not misconstrued in any way. It has been a very long journey for me, several years in fact, to finally arrive at a place where I, in my heart, will finally find some peace and solace, and come to terms with my first and likely best way of moving forward. I also want to say I appreciate all of you, cherish quite a few of you, and deeply care for a great number of you. You have been there with me through thick and thin, through my sometimes mindless ravings, and applauded me when I actually wrote something that touched you, and for those things, and for all of you, I will remain eternally grateful.

   And to preface this blogging, please understand and accept it is not written from a place of, or to secure from any of you ... pity.  I have simply rounded a corner in my life, and the road is now different than it was before, my reality brutally and forcefully changed, and I am coming to grips with it, and what it means for the future.

   Ok, enough of that... lol. On October 23rd last year, I was involved in a car accident traveling at a rate of 65 mph.  BY the hand of God, the other driver recovered completely, and I am still here to talk about it  as well. But the life I had sought for myself, and my pursuit of the "true bdsm dynamic" is all changed now, and I am surrendering them to the past.  Now I can hear you!!!  But please listen a bit more, and perhaps you will understand more.

   I am a strong willed man of 58 years. I do what I must do, I land on my feet, I survive where destruction is assured. I am also a realist. I do not and can not, take more than I can give, and to the best of my ability, I do not cheat, lie, or steal.  I try to be as brutally honest as my soul will allow, in all things, holding the truth.

  So the truth be told, I Simply do not currently have the physical ability to give what I feel a Dom should be able to give to a sub. And I will not deprive somebody of the things they need, to satisfy myself, nor will I turn a beautiful thing into a nursemaid.  So my adventures into this world now come to a anticlimactic close. Bright and early tomorrow, the playroom will be disassembled and packed away, along with my dreams of a life that cannot be.

  However, I will remain here with you all, and contribute what I may to the community, and maintain my friendships that I have found. And hey, who knows, maybe I will come out of all this in the end healed? I will certainly strive for it, but until I can be a partner in the true sense, I will remain .. solitary. It has taken me 3 months to come to this conclusion, so please do not think I made the decision lightly or without the sincerest contemplations.

 

 

 

 

2 years ago. February 7, 2022 at 6:46 PM

You know those poor bastards who truck along for hours delivering Doordash? Well imagine what might happen with certain types of BDSM'ers if their Doordash driver got to come into the playroom for 5 minutes?

 

Starin Karen

 

You just KNOW the idea of a good solid flogger or Mahogany paddle has been in his mind since the "day of the missing napkins",,  of course she may have an issue using her safeword with all that duct tape around her head .....;P

 

 

Ok Barbi ...Yeah right ... SURE you are!

He left the door thinkin .. "Ain't nobody REALLY like that!  This gal is in for the orgasm denial party from hell, until she shrieks for it like a wilda beast......

 

 

Shy till ya try..

Oh yes, this one has "The new adventures of Danny the Doordasher" written all over it.  Now where did I put those cuffs?

 

 

Betty the Barbarian

(as the duct tape is ripped off his mouth)  Holy shit lady! All I remember Is i was droppin off some food, next thing I know I wake up with my balls being stretched to the floor, and a freakin dildo up my ass! huh? what?  No, I didn't say let me loose ......

2 years ago. December 23, 2021 at 6:13 PM

What has become an annual posting for me, edited just a bit each year.. I really enjoyed writing it, so relax your minds Cagers and let me take you through a little Christmas Fantasy

 

Twas The Night Before Christmas - on the Cage

 

 

Twas the night before Christmas, just home from the pub,
Not a creature was stirring, 'cept me and my sub,
She was on our big toy, with love and with care,
And I as her Dom, could not wait to be there;

 

 

 Her bottom I'd paddled, now warm and so red,
;While release found in orgasm, screamed in her head.
With my sub damn near naked,  and me in my cap,
I just settled her back down, for more swats on my lap,

 

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the dungeon to see what was the matter.
from the side of the window, so no neighbor we’d flash,
still rubbing her bottom, still warm as fresh ash,

 

The moon glancing off her, every curve it did show,
I found myself grateful, and my heart was aglow,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

 

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
I glanced at the clock, midnight it did chime,
We were up way too late, now we had no more time.

 

My wishes I’d asked for now raced through my mind,
But we were not asleep, Santas here... in a bind.
We were both well aware, if he saw us awake,
No gifts would be left, our presents at stake!

 

We dashed for the bedroom, got there in a tick,
But just too damn slow, racing good ol’ St. Nick.
In a flash he appeared, standing there in the room,
My hopes for this Christmas, were replaced now with gloom.

 

 

He’d caught us awake, now the presents were lost,
But he just faintly smiled, we well knew the cost.
My sub started weeping, laying there on the bed,
Her eyes getting swollen, tear filled and red.

 

My Sir, please forgive me, she started to say,
I fear I have failed you, and ruined this day.
As her tears started running, across that sweet cheek,
My heart started breaking, and I knew I must speak.

 

My love I replied, there’s no fault in you,
This is not your doing, your heart is so true.
Her act of devotion, this attempt to distract,
My resolve it did strengthen, and I knew I must act.

Please Santa, I pleaded, it was not her fault,
I kept her awake, tied up by the vault.
She gives me so much, and asks for so little,
Her last Dom was cruel, he’d berate and belittle.

 

 

He promised the world, said he's honest and true,
Yet all that he sought for, was using her too.
The day that she found me, still clear in my mind,
Was my day of rebirth, her soul bound to mine. 

 

And on this first Christmas, together at last,
She's finally living, getting free from her past.
Please make an exception, she is not to blame,
The fault here is mine, tis me you should shame.

 

The gifts we have asked for, seem odd to the norm,
But I desperately need them, her heart to keep warm.
There’s paddles and crops, and tools for the top,
And blankets and cocoa, and things for sub drops

 

And nighties and leathers, and great stuff to wear,
Along with some comforts for great aftercare.
These things that we asked for, perhaps way too much,
Are things that we need, they’re not just a crutch.

 

He looked at my sub, so gentle and pure,
Then gave me a glance, as if to assure.
“my boy you are blind, it’s so easy to see,
But take some advice, from an old man like me.

 

 

Indeed your first Christmas, with her as your own,
There is more to this story, than you've ever known.
This woman God made you, and brought to you here,
He brought you here too, to help silence her fear.

For you see I have known her, battered and weak,
Her heart rent to tatters, her future so bleak. 
With her body and soul, and mind under attack,
So close to the end, with no will to fight back.

Yet the power within her, so pure and so true,
Found a way to preserve her, and bring her to you.
Her search finally ended, her future secure,
With this dynamic God gave you, so strong and so pure.

 

She has travelled a road, not many could walk,
In search of “a True Dom” not bullshit and talk.
When others surrendered, gave in to the dark,
She has somehow endured,  her life only a spark.

 

 

 Her soul has survived it, these heartbroken tours,
Not perfect for certain, but neither is yours.
The power within her, now blinding and bright,
She now offers to you, keep it safe with your might.

See all the toys in the world, would not be enough,
Not the whips or paddles or padded handcuffs,
The gift that is lent you, that she trusts in your hands,
This act of submission, so noble and grand.

 

A tear gently rolled, down Santas red cheek,
He lifted her chin, then again he did speak.
Take care of her son, protect her and pray,
Shelter her heart, and do not fade away.

 

 

Her heart is now speaking, gentle and true,
For her there's no other, no other but you.
Keep her and hold her, for her safety I pray,
And worship the gift that you hold on  this day.

2 years ago. December 2, 2021 at 11:07 PM

   Staring silently over the forest that embraces the rivers edge last night, I had to take a break from the realities of life and look into the dark, swirling, lightless abyss that I have once again created around myself. I know what I did, and I know why I did it, though I suspect few juries would agree with me instead of showering down rain, conviction, and condemnation upon me.


   It was good with us, it was VERY good. We had never laid a hand upon each other, never exchanged a simple kiss, held a hand, or sat outside in the darkness silently looking into each others eyes, and being overjoyed to have the experience. I had planned, as I am certain she had as well, countless trips and activities to share together for the rest of our time. Truth be told, we had never met in real life, only via phone calls and texts.


   In our hearts we knew this could be it, this cold easily become forever, and we had to do was let go of old lives and fall together into a new one. And I was ready for it. And I wanted it more than anything. To become her Dom, to look out for, care for, protect, nuture, and help her become whatever she had ever dreamed of becoming.


   And from out of nowhere, like life has a tendency to do, my world got crushed, with me underneath it. It started out by developing a little edema in one leg. No prob, saw the doc, he said exercise more, eat better, it’ll vanish. We talked about it, she has a love for cooking stuff that is great for you, so it was another match! I even outfitted a bedroom as a workout room … treadmill, Bike, weights, elliptical etc etc.


Then, right before she was to visit, I got hit by covid, and we had to postpone. I got past it in 10 days, and it reflared the doc said 10 days later for a couple weeks. Then it happened – full force collison at 65 mph. Totaled my truck, and left me with an 8 in gash in my leg. All I could do for 2 weeks was constantly pray for the driver of the other vehicle. He had touch and go, but made it in the end, now a full recovery.


Then, 2 weeks after the accident, I began to get dizzy for no reason, was feeling nausea, and occasionally piercing come and go headaches. So off to the doctor I go. Sure enough, brain injury, I had been slow bleeding for 2 weeks. In I for CCat? Sure enough .. confirmed, but cannot get into a neurologist for 3 more weeks.


Well, since I was on my way home from a seminar for work, my insurance company instituted a claim against my employers Workers Comp policy as I was technically working at the time. My employers takes this badly, and after 21 years of employment, is trying to force me out, get me to quit. So now the home I have nearly paid for is at risk, my entire financial future could be shot, and I might easily be forced to relocate and find a job for a 57 year old man to start over in.
N ow I AM NOT crying in my soup. I can take all this and a lot more and come out the other end. I am far stronger than this bullshit. But … that’s not what I can’t do.


What I cannot do is drag her into this disastrous mess that is about to become my life. Don’t get me wrong, she’s a helluva strong lady, she’s been through hell and back herself. But I just can’t do it to her. My head injury could easily become permanent damage, disabling even, or .. it could just go away. She’s a few years younger than I, but I cannot, will not, turn her into my nursemaid.


In my current condition, I cannot keep her safe, protected. I cannot even guarantee her a home to live in, or her basic needs and wants being met, including physical and mental D/s needs and wants. So, I did the unthinkable, I left her alone. No texts, no calls, and last night by the river I sent her a “sorry” text..which has gone unreplied to. I pray for her she has found another, and it leads to her happiness, because God know she deserves it. As for me, I feel a lot like Puff…..and I am certain to be spending a lot of my time in my cave for now ….
Thanks for the read people, I always find this therapeutic…..

 

2 years ago. November 26, 2021 at 4:01 AM

Reposted by request  😄 A few mods   :)  I hope you enjoy it

 

 

   As she awoke that late November morning, she gently rolled over to silence the alarm clock, and his scent was still there on his side of the bed, his pillow still warm from where he had laid with her through the night. She reflected back on this first year together with her Dom. She recalled how before him, she had felt her life was so together, so complete, she had accomplished so much. What she knew now, that had escaped her then, was how finding each other would so radically change her heart, and life, and fill voids in both of them that they never even knew were there....

 

 

   So on this first Thanksgiving Eve together, she had come to a life altering decision.. As he walked toward the front door, he was taken aback... for she was knelt by the door, but not in her normal Nadu position to bid him “hurry home”, as they had vowed to never say “goodbye”, unless it was to be final. As he approached however, her hands slowly raised together, presenting an envelope to him. On the outside was simply written “Sir, please go to work, and open only in private, and alone”. She was trembling, visibly shaken, as the tears found their way out of her red swollen eyes and ran down her cheeks when he grasped the envelope.

 

   His mind was racing with a thousand possibilities of what could be inside. Could this be the end? Is there something wrong? Has she taken ill? Try as he might, the morning commute was totally overshadowed by that envelope, and the tears that had sealed it. So, when he got to his office, he left instructions not to be interrupted for any reason. He closed and locked the door, and stared at the envelope for a few moments before finally mustering the courage to open it, it read ….

 

 

My Sir,


This world that I walked in, eternally alone,
meant I'd long since surrendered, A true Dom of my own.
So I took all my love, and deep darkest fears,
and hid them forever, obscured by my tears.

 

I had searched from my True Dom, for far way too long,
and was finally accepting, my life all alone.
For despite all my efforts, my search was in vain,
And I could hardly endure it, so hollow, such pain.

 

I feared that a True Dom, so seldom and rare
At least one I wanted, for whom I could care,
To walk thru this life with, and give my heart to,
would never be found, until there was you.

 

You offered your friendship, not making demands,
you took time to know me, held my soul in your hands.
Our lives slowly banded, our hearts and our souls,
And you’ve never faltered, this one in control.

 

So today I give thanks, to God and to you,
For holding my dreams, and making them true.
I’ve just one request, as this note I requit,
To you heart and soul now, I humbly submit.

 

   He was unaware at the time. But those tears, the ones that fell from her eyes as he left that morning, he had taken with him, and they now found their way down his cheek. He checked his schedule for the day, and it was booked solid. Then, in the notes he saw “set her hairdresser appt 11:00. He told his secretary to clear the days schedule, and after that, to take this Thanksgiving off, and the weekend as well as well, with pay.


   As she opened the door, hands overrun with groceries for their Thanksgiving dinner, she gasped in disbelief at the sight before her. The groceries fell to the ground, unnoticed by either of them. There, in the entryway, was her Dom, in the middle of the work day, kneeling before her on a single knee, head deeply bowed, and arms outstretched, presenting an envelope, taped to a slender golden package. On the outside of the envelope was written “My reply, please open immediately” It read:..

 

My love,


I too wandered this life, and did so alone,
And likewise surrendered, a sub of my own.
I’d spoke with so many, but none quite a fit,
I felt so defeated, and ready to quit.

 

I felt that my true sub, gentle and fair,
would forever evade me, then I saw you there.
You were unlike so many, yet so out of my reach,
your beauty abounded, had taken my speech.

 

First let me thank you, for becoming my friend,
I’m eternally grateful, for the time that you’d spend,
just talking and laughing, and letting me know,
that our hearts had a small chance, that love just might grow.

 

And so now time finds us, together at last,
Our hearts beat as one now, our fears in the past.
And when I was certain, I could ask for no more,
this gift that you offer, brings my knee to the floor.

 

Never in my life, in my wildest dreams,
could I ever imagine, a gift so extreme.
I humbly accept now, this offer you make,
This collar I offer, if you would but take….

 

This gift of submission, I shall never forget,

And I pray to my God now, you'll never regret,

For the rest of our lifetimes, and eons beyond,

I pledge myself to you, as we enter this bond.

 

   Nobody knows for sure what happened after that, but what is known is that the groceries remained on the doorstep for the entire Thanksgiving weekend, and when she left to go shopping Monday morning, she wore a golden necklace that she would never again be seen without, but yet when they were seen together, the light shining from inside them both made it very difficult to see.

  And.. if you ever asked either "What are you thankful for this Holiday Season?", you could almost make out an aura of golden power surrounding them both as their eyes were instinctively drawn to each other, yet no answer would ever be given, but then again...why would it need to be?

3 years ago. October 24, 2021 at 2:34 PM

   A week or so ago, on my way home from a 1 day adventure, I wrecked my truck at about 65 mph. The officer on the scene was astonished that I was "walking around" instead of being hauled off by ambulance... or hearse. It has become one of those life defining moments that force us to review and evaluate all aspects of our existence. Now it comes to my search in this lifestyle, and what realities my search must contain. There is no clear cut direction afforded to me as of yet, but I must explore it, and make some decisions. Our time here is fleeting, and can be gone in an instant, and wasting that time .. well... simply unacceptable. Blogging here has always been somehow medicinal in my past, so please forgive and understand my predicament. 

 

In the beginning of this journey to find her, she was so clear to me. I could sense her presence in my waking hours as I searched for her to no avail.  I could feel her soul beckoning to mine, I knew instinctively that her heart was out there, beating in time with mine. She was there, you ARE there, you must be there.

 

In my resting hours, I hoped and prayed to be able to dream of you again,  to gaze into your eyes, to hold you, protect you, keep you safe, and help you grow. To be able to embrace the power we forged together, daring man, beast, or demon to risk intervening at their own peril. It was all I could have of you until my dreams could be forced into reality by finding you at last, and this gave great power to my search. 

 

 

But in these times, the dreams have become more infrequent, and when they do come, while I can still sense you, it is a far far weaker signal, and I wonder if it is just my own folly that I should continue the search. The playroom lies dormant, just another closed off room now in a house I begin to wonder why I keep it.

 

"There is no fool like an old fool" perhaps this is the source of my misgivings. Perhaps the world does not share my belief that I truly am not old, that there is so much left to see, to feel, to explore. Or perchance could it be truth that I am simply proving to the world how foolish I really am, by standing on a field for the young, refusing to accept the realty of my existence.

3 years ago. June 5, 2021 at 2:52 PM

 

What is greater .. the power to win a battle or the wisdom and compassion to know how to wage it properly, regardless of the outcome?  In our little world, there are almost always 2 people engaged in these disagreements, and how we handle them could very well determine our long term happiness.

 

The Dom - 
He or she who is, by the very nature of their position in the dynamic, the one who maintains control, gives direction, defends and protects the submissive. A person of strong will and determination, and according to rumor, leading by example.

 

The submissive - 

He or she who has offered their submission to another. Entrusted them with their physical, mental, and emotional well being. But certainly no weakling, the power and internal strength it takes to be able to do that is far too often overlooked by others.

 

 

So  - at some point these two wind up in a disagreement, or perhaps better stated, a fight, Both will draw upon their internal strengths to sustain themselves. Both most likely suffer from the human frailty of wanting or needing to be "right", to "win" the argument. And both can just as easily cross the boundaries in a fight and then it turns out to be a brawl of two very strong people, each capable of doing massive damage, locked into a battle, each with their own version of "tunnel vision" becoming more and more narrow toward their goal of "winning."

 

It is when the first voice raised in anger happens, the first insult, the first off topic "oh yeah .. remember when you" statement gets brought up, that a cease fire MUST be called. Simply STOP and remember what your role, your promise, your commitments. 

 

To the Dom - 
Is this battle really even worth it?  Did you do your job? Are you even listening to what the sub is trying to say? How can something your sub feels so passionately against be in their best interest? Is it possible you are wrong ( strength of character building opportunity).  Give it a rest, let it diffuse, let it settle down, BUT DO NOT IGNORE IT, come back to it, settle this settle this at an agreed upon time TODAY (and do it before you go to bed)

 

To the sub - 

Is this a "hill worth dying on".  Have you heard your Dom? Do you truly understand their motivations? What are they trying to accomplish? Is there a trigger that has been hit here that your Dom is unaware of? WHY do you feel so passionately about it? Can you explain that to your Dom? Again - Give it a rest, let it diffuse, let it settle down, BUT DO NOT IGNORE IT, come back to it, settle this at an agreed upon time TODAY (and do it before you go to bed)

 

3 years ago. May 31, 2021 at 11:52 AM

 

 

Never Forget.....

 

Those who have served to provide to us the blanket of freedom we have become so very accustomed to...That have given their time, their hearts, their courage, their bodies, and sometimes their very lives

Those who sacrificed so very much , who gave all ....

Yes, on this day we honor our service men and women, from the very first heartbeat of our nation until now...,through tomorrow and beyond. We honor the fallen, the wounded, those who served before and those serving today. What you have given us cannot be repaid. And as they come into the forefront of our minds today,  PLEASE don't forget the others who have borne the cost of our freedom.   

 

 

 

 

Thank you to the husbands, wives, and spouses of the fallen, They cannot hold you today, but we can....

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you to the children who will never feel their parent's loving embrace again, or have their parent's to guide them through life, let us all do our part to do what may be done ...

 

 

 

 

 

Thank you to the parents who bore the ultimate injury, "No parent should ever bury a child", to the brothers and sisters who lost a sibling... we give our purest and sincerest thanks and eternal gratitude.

 

 

 

 

 

America, put aside for a day your differences, between us let there be no black, white, indian, asian or other races. Forget about ALL OF OUR DIFFERENCES for a day. For today, we must honor those who made our very existence and right to be free even possible, and remain ever mindful of the duties and responsibilities we owe the ones they left in our care.....

3 years ago. April 26, 2021 at 12:17 AM

 

    You go through life, sometimes alone, sometimes with another, but you go through life.  And when you lose someone, or something dies that you thought never could, any other cornerstone of your world crumbles to ruins, you may find yourself suddenly lost, seemingly cast out of the light...adrift in a stormy sea... and feeling very...alone. The waves pound your heart, the relentless wind howls and screams from every direction drowning out the voices trying to reach you, and what is left of your soul desperately starts to seeks salvation, restoration,  preservation, as you drift there, broken, battered, alone at sea, at the mercy of the elements it seems, and you begin to wonder if you will see the sun again in this existence.

 

 

     This is also when predators seem to prefer to strike, (because frankly they could not succeed much unless we you are new or damaged)  appearing underneath you from the blind side, circling, plotting, whispering those oh so tempting promises of safety and healing, when what they really want is to use you for whatever moments pleasures or gains they may be able to get, before casting you back into the storm, further damaged, not caring what their present moments pleasures have cost you in the future.  You see the teeth, you know the voice you are hearing is misleading you for cause, that it is not to be trusted, yet you still feel drawn to what is being sold as sunlight. Don't let it happen, it is more hollow than the storm you are already in.

    Friends try to console you with words, but words are never enough. They are naught but faint howls in the wrath of the storm, whispers on the wind, barely audible, faint glimmers of sunshine peering through the distant horizon, and so very far away from where you are now, that is seems unlikely you will ever reach that peaceful place, and escape the storm.

 

    So you hold on to the wreckage, surviving moment by moment it seems at times, unable to visualize escaping the wrath of your existence,  perchance only trying to survive this minute, this moment, until the next moment arrives and you desperately repeat the process again. Over and over the process repeats, the minutes tick by, the hours pass unnoticed, day turns to night, and night into day, days into weeks, and weeks into months.

 

    Suddenly, and without warning, you will find the sea a bit calmer, the wind just a bit less brutal, and you know it is time to begin to heal. The pictures of the TRUE past come more into focus with reality, stripped of their fantasy existence . Your battered mind summons the will to outstretch your hand, reach for the light as it were. You have endured the pain, survived the barrage, and the edge of the storm is just a bit closer. It is now that your mind overpowers your heart, shutting it down, encasing it in a very necessary impenetrable shell, unreachable, protected, safe. With clarity of mind and purpose, you begin to paddle, working your way out of the storm, until you are finally in calm waters, still alone, but in calm waters.

    So in the distance you see an island, and you make our way toward it. As the sea thrusts your shattered body upon the beach, at least you know you have found some security.  Survival time has arrived. You build a shelter, find food, lick your wounds and continue reinforcing the hardened case your heart was placed in out at sea. Once you are certain it is safe, You begin planning your inevitable departure from the island, back to civilization, back to your life.

    This is the decision point people. This is when you must decide if you are going to uncase your heart, and become a whole person again. Or will you allow the previous experience to prevent you from any chance at finding happiness again? You see, you are still in the rebuilding stage, the stage where you are laying the foundation for our future.  Yes, you can rebuild completely and keep your heart safely encased, but it will mean a life without the possibility of a true love, the True Dynamic. Because you see, you need your heart to get that, you will have to trust it to another, as they trust theirs with you. If you want to be able to give and receive love, we have to open our hearts here at the rebuilding stage, so it gets stronger and healthier with the rest of us.

 

 

So where does all this power come from to do this herculean effort of rebuilding yourself from the center soul outward? It's inside you, it always was. But until now you were using it to calm, to heal, to nurture, to soothe your pains and wounds. Now add the BDSM personality type into the mix and it gets even more powerful.

 Doms - 
    Dom's tend to have a natural high power level, and most of it shines outward, in a leadership type role But a Dom MUST posses imho the strength of character and force of will to be able to set aside their own well being and selnse of self preservation, if needed, for the betterment and protection of another. Try finding that character trait in "Sammy the slick tongue snake"  at your local vanilla bar.

 

Subs - 

OMG, how to even begin. To have the sheer force of will it takes to submit (truly submit) to another human being is a power beyond my comprehension, and no simple words will ever explain it with any sense of justice. Don't agree? Then just ask the strongest Dom you know if he'll role play it with you and find out! Oh yeah ... "Bar-b, the bouncy boobed bimbot" at the local vanilla bar doesn't stand a chance either -- fyi 

 

    Now I know alot of people will disagree with this, they will say "until you are fully healed you cannot give to another", but I respectfully disagree. I believe that if you have rebuilt enough of yourself where you are done grieving and pining away for the thing lost, then you are capable of once again entering into a dynamic. But you must be careful, do not just jump on a ship because it is passing by. Take your time, learn about who it is you are talking to. Get to really know them, and for Gods sake, do it on the phone or in person. Alot can be learned that way, from inflections, tones, and body language, and best of all -  predators don't have the time they need to edit and rewrite their bullshit.

    The True Dynamic, once found, will not only heal your remaining wounds, but it will surge a level of power into your lives that will enshroud you both, keep you and protect you, you will fill their valleys, reinforce their weaknesses, as they will do for you. And each of us must remember, the other will have some protections in place, or maybe even just need to learn how to trust you, be patient, be kind, be understanding.

 

Anyhwo, just my 2 cents on healing and moving forward, take it for whatever you will.

 

3 years ago. April 17, 2021 at 2:19 AM

So here I was, perusing the ol Cage last night, when I came across a very intriguing profile. It started out with "My pussy is mine!" Now it went on to paint a very good picture of the person, but that line stuck with me most of the day today. So often times in this lifestyle, we place claim on such things. Or do  we? This person clearly felt a need to make that distinction. 

   When your Dom has you properly tied to the St Andrews cross, your body fully exposed to his every whim, whispering, growling, and nibbling into and on your ears, running his hands slowly over your body, kissing and biting your neck and inner thighs, edging you closer and closer to that wonderous moment of release, and then suddenly and forcefully grabs your crotch as you know he wants to enter you with all his heart and soul, yet pauses at the critical juncture to whisper into your ear ... "Whose pussy is this?"  - what does that really mean?

 

  Does he mean "this is now mine, you take care of it, but understand it's mine just like my Harley is mine, I get to ride it whenever and however I want, I can leave it sit in the garage as long as I want, ignore it as long as I want, and you no longer have any say in the matter. And if we split up, I want it in the divorce! I am taking it with me!

 

   Now substitute anything else you want for the pussy. Tits, head, body, heart, soul, whatever.

 

   Get the point? yeah, that's bullshit. submission is NOT slavery. Hell, even slavery isn't slavery in this llifestyle!  Submission is never EVER taken. It is an earned honor for a sub to offer her submission to her Dom to HOLD PROTECT AND CARE FOR, as long as HE DESERVES TO... not to own forever regardless of his actions or deeds. If the Dom violates the trust of the sub, or the sub simply wants to be done, she has every right to do so for little or no reason at all if she chooses.   And in doing so, everything that was is laid to ruin. 

 

   So when A dom makes such a claim, please remember, it really only means "while you choose to see me as your Dom" - and God willing, that will be to the end of days together   :)