Taste My Madness

Taste My Madness

Quirkyrebel​(sub female) • Feb 6, 2021

"Why's the texting speed so slow within a month?" I think while my attention is on a boring activity... Get a question about what I want or like... And it's time to beg about something stupid that the Dom will throw out the window in no time! Tried to talk to me... but my thinking speed is faster than your to do list! Said you could handle brats... but my rebelliousness has you vanishing for hours at a time!

Were too nice... I accidentally tricked you! Too much of a jerk! And I forgot who I was talking to. Want to have ceiling dust fall on the bed and a leaking roof to splash water on our heads! Maybe if you can survive a seventy degree room temperature and my tendency to wander somewhere triggering... the sex is possible! So busy... I didn't say you could walk in on my adult porn viewing! I was typing about the people who married or went to jail! Oops...

I accidentally got lifted off the ground for struggling! But wait... I want to have another cookie! Need a footage review of me fighting to suppress my body language! Then again sometimes I want to get distracted and watch a movie about crazy whores! Is this too much to read? A forum instead of a blog? A creepy room?

Does anyone actually want to party with a sub that has so many different ways to express their energy? Why is it always about heartbreak and getting drunk? Can someone open the window so my complaints slowly escape the room? Who would actually want to deal with this? Why would you say this was not agreed on? Or maybe you slept through the whole topic!?

House Talion​(dom male) • Feb 6, 2021

Great post- wouldve made a better blog, but more ppl read the forum posts than blog posts.

I've tasted your madness as my own and can assure you it gets easier with experience

NoOneofConsequence​(dom male){Taken} • Feb 6, 2021

Hey! I thought you were out back playing with your new chainsaw!

Oh. Erm. You aren't my sweet little spice. I do apologize. It's just... damn, but what you wrote sounded really fuckin' familiar for a moment.

**sigh** I guess since I've stuck my nose out of my den, I might as well say a little something.

When it's right, it's right. And when the broken ends of needs don't fit, it's smarter to quit.

Some of us are built to stand as the stone shelter for a whirlwind that is often the storm she needs sheltering from. And others... aren't.

It is just the way it is. We are just who and what we are. And no amount of wishing can make it otherwise.

I'm not built to Master a docile slave completely broken to the collar, who will stand there passively until and unless she is given direction. Not knocking anyone for being who and what they are in their blood and bone. It would just be ridiculous for me to try to make long term work with them. Oh, I could fake it well enough. But, I wouldn't be happy.

I need my sweet little spice's fire and passion that often doesn't answer to laggard reason. I need her mind that can not only keep up with my own, but challenge it.

Over three years ago, I went to wake my wife, my slave, my little, my smart-assed masochist, and my very best friend, only to find that she had slipped this mortal coil (without my permission, damn it! And the spanking she's gonna get when I catch up is gonna be epic).

After about four months of not much except the attention hound and three feline spawns of satan she left behind to keep me from turning my face to the wall and following, I met a woman.

Yeah, yeah. Roll your eyes. Cliche as fuck, I know.

Well, it didn't work out with that particular woman. But, knowing her for that time re-awakened the need in me. And I bounced from around exploring this whole LDR clap-trap which hadn't even been a blip on my radar before with... I'm actually ashamed to admit that I couldn't hazard a guess at the numbers of submissives who were, supposedly, "mine" for a time.

Until, almost two years ago, I ended up on the floor with my chair pulled over atop me and no clear idea how I'd ended up there since the last I'd known I'd been being screamed hysterically at by not one or two but three little "submissive people pleasers" that evidently weren't pleased with me that I was "no sort of Dom at all!"

After a few days lying in bed waiting for the swelling in my heart valve to go down, I got back on the computer with every intention of unplugging the damn thing and saving the money that was going to an internet provider every month. 'Cause this was obviously just not working out. No matter who I found (that more often than not weren't fit to lick Love's boots).

Until, that is, my sweet little spice found me.

You see, she'd lost her husband, Master, Dom, and best friend just six weeks after I'd lost my wife. And, like me, after probably too short a grieving period had fallen into the infernal nets looking for... something. Something to fill the aching void of loneliness during those dark hours in a bed with the other half empty for the first time in decades.

And like me... or like you... she'd run into person after person that just couldn't see her for the treasure she is. People that she wasn't "submissive enough" for. Well, no. Probably not. Not for them. She wasn't docile and willing to stand there doe-eyed for them to deign to give her direction from the throne. She was busy, damn it. She had projects.

And her febrile mind just couldn't be still and quiet. Couldn't accept blindly without spiraling rampantly out of control.

But, she was just the tonic for this Old Wolf. Just the baby bitch I needed to nip at my flanks and harass me into uncoiling from the ball in my den where I was licking my wounds.

Twenty-one months later, I am not so foolish as to believe her in any way tamed. She is a wolf. Not a kitten, bunny, or lamb. Not even if all I need do is tell her to snuggle down and "no, you may not have another truffle or popsicle, it's beddie-bye" and start reading to have her snoring in three paragraphs when she'd sworn she wasn't at all sleepy when she is there and I am here rather than grabbing her by the nape of her neck and marching her to bed where I fuck and tuck her when she is here with me... sometimes binding her into a body pillow so she can't sneak off without me to chase shiny if she should wake before me as she doesn't sleep so much as recharge...

And yet... There is no doubt in either of our minds that I am "Lord and Master" to my sweet servant, Dominant "Sir" to my spicy little submissive, "Daddy Wolf" to my beautiful baby bitch... And "Anchor" to my heart.

*shrug* And you will find it, too. To the ones meant to value the treasure that is you, you will be enough and never too much. Just the way you are.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go make sure MY little bundle of chaotic energy hasn't disengaged the safeties on the chainsaw she took in her head she needed yesterday while I was sleeping, exhausted.