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My REAL Kink
Posted:Apr 25, 2019 5:05 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2019 6:48 am
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There is a moment, even with a longtime trusted partner, a moment when strong fingers wrap around their throat and the tiniest voice in your head questions if this is a good idea.

That moment is MY kink. In almost everything I do.

When I pick up a vicious looking flogger or a wicked cane. I always make sure she sees it.

So you might think it’s the fear I get off on… you would be wrong. I like the fear, it makes my heart pump and my animal stir but that is not my kink.

I always push whatever I’m doing to the point that it hurts. Always that one step past pleasure.

So you might think that pain is my dominant kink. Again you’d be wrong. I love pain. It makes my demons dance and brings a wicked gleam to my eyes and laughter to my heart.

My real kink. The thing I crave most…

Is trust.

Remember that moment with my hand around your airway? I’m watching you. I watch as you question and you struggle with your fear. Especially when the world goes a little black around the edges and you understand that if I wanted to everything COULD end.

Then at that moment.. you let me. You surrender and trust that I will keep you safe.

That is my kink.

When the last cane strike hurt so much you want to scream and I’m rubbing the welt with the rough edge of the cane. I ask you…

“More?”

And you reach down deep and say… “Yes, Sir”

That is my kink. Your willingness your trust your eager fucking consent to let me use you as I will.

That is my kink.

Regards,

♠️1SL♥️

~1SadisticLover
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Once more, with feeling.
Posted:Apr 24, 2019 1:16 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2019 5:52 pm
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He knew he was gone the moment she’d sent that first message. The images she evoked in his mind, her pictures. The thought of her in her white panties, her feminine body calling him in. He needed her, he craved her to the point his lust forced him to her. He hurried home much earlier than usual. He wanted her and he wanted her now.

He opened the door, silently slipping inside. He wanted to surprise her. Searching the rooms one by one each coming up empty. Reaching for his phone to call her when he heard it. A soft moan floated into the room. He stopped in his tracks, ears straining for it again. The unmistakable sound of her sexy whimper. He felt his cock stir in his pants. Silently he made his way to the bedroom. As he approached he heard her ragged breathing her little whimpers and cries. Each step he took he could feel his cock swell in his jeans. Poking his head around the corner, he felt his heart thump as he saw her.

He wasn’t naive he knew she probably masturbated when he wasn’t around. But he’d never seen her do it on her own. She looked magnificent. Legs splayed brazenly apart, her pussy so exposed and spread. He could see her wetness glistening from across the room. Her pussy lips swollen and pouty he licked his lips as he noticed her clit pulsating. Her hard nipples protruding from her heaving breasts were driving him insane for want. But she looked so beautiful. So natural, so ridiculously fucking hot.

He wanted to go over and ravage her. To take her body and make it his, but he also wanted to see her finish. His cock reminding him of his own need aching in his jeans. So flint hard and savage it searched for her, painfully pressing against the fabric. But he was mesmerized, transfixed by her beauty. Her hand dipping inside her wetness fucking herself and then furiously rubbing over her clit and mashing her pussy lips. Totally consumed in her moment he stepped into the doorway and leaned back against the arch to enjoy her. He could smell her arousal in the room and it made his cock twitch. He watched as she dipped her fingers deep down inside her, pushing them down to her knuckles. He began running his palm over the ridges of his cock as he watched. She scooped her fingers out totally covered and slick with her desire. He caught himself holding his breath as she brought them up and greedily shoved them into her mouth.

He could help it, he didn’t mean to. But a loud groan left his lips totally absorbed by her sexiness. Her eyes sprang open, “oh my god” her legs snapped shut as she tried to cover herself. “I’m so sorry babes” she apologized. His deep voice carried across the room calming and calculated. “don’t you dare apologize” “that’s one of the most beautiful, hottest things I’ve ever seen” Glancing down at his straining cock she quizzed “how long have you been standing there?” “Long enough to know that I love you, and I want you” she squirmed at his words “Then come and have me” She parted her legs slightly inviting him in. “Oh, I’ll have you” the steeling glint in his eye exciting her. “But first I want you to finish what you started”

“I can’t “ she pleaded “not while your watching”. Smirking “would it help if I joined in?” The comment drawing her eye to his cock. She coyly smiled and nodded. Stepping out of his jeans his cock sprang from its confinement. Pulling his shirt over his head it fell to the floor. Totally naked he walked toward her, his cock swaying side to side with each step. He stopped just outside her reach. Her hands reaching out to grab his shaft, he smiled. “No touching” “now finish what you started” he reached down gripping his cock he began long slow strokes. She licked her lips and arched her back. “Let me suck you off” she pleaded “you can” he promised after you make yourself cum. “Now play” her hand snaking over belly found her natural rhythm. She started rubbing the pad of her finger over her clit as her eyes watched him.

“I want you to cum for me” he urged. His cock now mere inches from her face. She could see the ridges and the veins and his balls heavy with cum. His hand moving up to head and back down. His pace quickened. “Make yourself cum baby” a droplet of precum oozed from the eye of his cock. He leaned forward smearing it on her bottom lip. Her mouth and tongue opening wide and pushing upward desperately trying to take him. He leaned back “only after you cum for me” she began to quicken her own pace. She knew how to make herself cum quickly when she needed to. And she needed to.

He began to stroke his cock hard, matching her intensity. Savagely gripping it full long strokes pointing it straight at her. “Cum for me baby” “close your eyes and make yourself cum” she closed her eyes. She was close. Her hips began to buck and her little whimpers become more desperate. He silently slipped away and moved down between her legs. “Oh god baby I’m going to cum” her voice shaking “baby, baby”. “That’s it fucking cum for me” he growled. Her back arched as she held her breath. He moved forward. He knew exactly what to do from here.

~mannersmaketh-theman
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Tied up and twisted.
Posted:Apr 24, 2019 4:09 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2019 1:20 pm
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The bliss she felt when he tied her was like nothing else. The euphoric feeling she felt lying there washed over her entire body, her mind slowly letting go of all her concerns, the anxiety and stress of the day to day exiting. She closed her eyes and entered the blissful space only he could take her, that only he knew how to put her in. It was why she was drawn to him, why she succumbed to him, why she was his.

Seconds later she felt him, the trail of fingertips on her back, his hands gently consuming her, his lips on her neck, her ear lobe, her lips. His words would fill her ears, her body would react to him like no one else, his torso on hers, their limbs slowly entangling with each other, the joy of two people becoming one, never becoming rote, always special and new, each encounter more intoxicating than the last. When they were together, there was nothing else, the cacophony of the world silenced, the noise of love filling their ears..

~art-of-domination
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I Bloom In Spite of You ( Poetry )
Posted:Apr 24, 2019 2:58 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2019 6:15 am
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A scorched forest floor
but there is life in this soil
I bloom with vengeance

Forgiveness is a mountain I have dragged myself

Over, each jagged rock piercing my side as I

Rolled down knuckled cliff faces, dragging my useless body

Giving myself over to the throes and lows of sorrow, I confess

I put my hand in the cage and came face to face with

Vicious and vile deeds taught me

Everything I need to know about the weakest kind of evil

now I write about the lesson I learned with a bloody stump / leaving lines of clear conclusions rusting on the paper / the mountain I mastered is a masterpiece, so stand in awe of its unmoved indifference / I didn’t need an apology from you to set out on my quest of healing / no stamp of approval or permission / and now I offer ‘I forgive you’ to the sea of silence separates us / a graceful declaration strong enough to stand on its own, not needing to be received / you left me a scorched forest floor, but there is still stubborn life in this soil / you will not make me bitter, I will grow an Eden in spite of you / and the wildflowers bloom from me will never know your name

~redrivergirl
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Someone like You
Posted:Apr 23, 2019 6:28 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2019 3:09 am
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Someone who simply gets you. Someone who makes you laugh harder than you thought possible, and whose laugh is infectious. Someone who inspires you to be better, to tap into your potential and to grow. Someone whose kisses send lightning down your spine. Someone whose touch makes your knees weak and makes you feel as if you’ve been day drinking all afternoon. Someone who sticks by you in your most embarrassing regretful moments, who understands the ebb and flow, who has been there and reserves judgment because tomorrow might be them. Someone whose hand fit perfectly into the spaces of yours. Someone who shares themselves freely. Someone who values what you value, trusts and earnestly as you trust, loves as hard as you love. Someone who you see yourself growing old with. Someone who is kind. Someone who is humble. Someone who believes in gratitude. Someone who works hard. Someone whose weird matches yours, whose integrity rivals yours, and whose creativity complements yours. Someone you’d introduce to mom. Someone who every single day, unbeknownst to them, finds one more way, often more than one, to make you fall deeper and deeper. Someone who makes you feel safe. Someone who helps you take your walls down brick by brick by brick, and then lays a foundation of respect to build a beautiful life upon. Someone so rare you’d never even consider taking them for granted, in fact, it makes you nauseous even thinking about it. Someone you’d travel with, cook with, read with, workout with, nap with, and Netflix an entire afternoon away with. Someone like you.

— daily-esprit-descalier
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Red Flags for Dating as a Submissive
Posted:Apr 23, 2019 4:08 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2019 1:32 am
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Here’s the most important thing I can say about dating as a submissive:

You are 100% entitled to maintain your boundaries right up until the point where you agree to give control to a partner. Anyone who says otherwise can fuck right off.

With that said, I’ve compiled a set of red flags I’ve come across in dating.

Red Flag #1: Passive Aggressiveness
When a submissive calmly raise a concern with a Dominant and they respond passive-aggressively, this is a very bad sign. For D/s to work well, I firmly believe that both parties must be able to communicate honestly and openly. This is particularly important for submissives early in a relationship. Submissives who are not comfortable with something have to be able to speak up, or the dynamic is doomed from the start.

The passive aggressive Dominant shuts down this open communication. They aren’t interested in your comfort or your trust; they just want you to shut up and do as you’re told. “Fine, I won’t say it ever again.” No, that’s not what I said. But I was uncomfortable, and you didn’t care. Passive aggressive behavior makes no attempt to understand feelings or care for them. It puts earplugs in and does whatever it wants anyway. A person like this is dangerous, on either side of the slash.

Red Flag #2: Rapid Mood Swings
If someone goes from being incredibly excited to see you lash out in anger in the span of 20 minutes (and you did not, say, kill their dog), this is not a stable person. Rapid mood swings are a red flag in general, but in a Dominant, they can be terrifying. Submissives put so much trust in their Dominants to be a reliable, solid source of support. Rapid mood swings can destroy that trust. Again, this one is true on both sides of the slash. To be clear, it’s one thing to experience volatile emotions and quite another to lash out at one’s partner over them. Dominants who do this are incapable of controlling themselves, and for that reason, they should never be trusted to lead a D/s dynamic.

Red Flag #3: Guilt Trips and Manipulation
One of the most important traits in a Dominant is respect for boundaries. The things we do require so much trust that a submissive must know their boundaries are respected. Guilt trips try to needle you away from your boundaries into space where you have not freely consented to give yourself.

“If you really loved me, you would…"—Oh? If you really loved me, you wouldn’t ask me to do something after I’ve said no. Repeatedly. And given your reasons.

“You’re keeping me from being myself if you don’t let me do this.“—All I said was that I’m not ready yet. If your identity involves taking control from people who aren’t ready, then go be yourself with someone else.

“I’m the worst Dom ever and don’t deserve you."—I call this one the crocodile tear guilt trip. It’s designed to get you to say, "No, you’re wonderful.” And then they say, “Then why won’t you do x for me?” This faux self-pity nonsense is both weak and manipulative.

Red Flag #4: Invalidating Your Feelings
If you feel uncomfortable or unhappy or not ready for something, you are 100% entitled to feel that way. Now, a good submissive (or relationship partner in general) will try to understand those feelings and share the reasons for them to help their Dominant lead more effectively. And a good Dominant will listen and try to understand. But if a Dominant says you shouldn’t feel what you feel, that’s a red flag. If a Dominant brushes your feelings off as a sign of inexperience or lack of knowledge or any other thing, that’s a red flag. If you are uncomfortable, you are uncomfortable. Full stop. Maybe you will be more comfortable with talking and research and so on. But that does not invalidate your feelings at this moment. And any Dominant who tries to invalidate your feelings like that is not someone you can trust to take care of you.

Red Flag #5: Assuming Control in One Area Means Control in All Areas
It’s not unusual to give control in some areas before others. In fact, this is basically how it should happen. Gradually, submissives and Dominants build trust, and submissives offer more and more control to their Dominants. It’s a beautiful thing.

Many Dominants try to take too much control too early. They get twitchy sometimes because they know how to fix all the things if we would just let them have control omg now, please. But good Dominants will recognize when they’ve overstepped and will step back. It’s a red flag when they don't—when they assume that control in one area entitles them to control everywhere.

Dominants do not have control unless you give it to them. Freely and enthusiastically. Period. Control in the bedroom, for example, doesn’t give a Dominant the authority to create new rules unilaterally. Especially early on. It’s a red flag when a Dominant demands new rules without first discussing them and understanding the submissive’s feelings. And it’s a flaming red flag when they get angry when you push back or say you’re not ready.

Red Flag #6: Overuse of the Phrase “Topping from the Bottom”
I don’t universally hate the phrase “topping from the bottom” as some people do. But I will say that 80% of the time I see it, it’s being used to manipulate an uncomfortable submissive into silence and obedience. This phrase is especially alarming when there is no committed D/s dynamic. In the early stages of dating, submission is more-or-less ad hoc. You choose to obey (or not) at every moment, as you feel comfortable. And you make that part of your ongoing dialogue about what you’re ready to give and what you’re not.

When a Dominant pushes your boundaries, you are entitled to say no. And if they say this is topping from the bottom, they can fuck off. Maintaining boundaries in areas you have not given control is not topping from the bottom. Maintaining boundaries when you are not in a committed dynamic is not topping from the bottom.

You cannot top from the bottom in areas where you have not consented to be bottom.

Red Flag #7: Questioning Your Submissiveness
“I pretty much figured out you aren’t really submissive about a week ago.” This came after a Dominant repeatedly stepped over my boundaries. This Dominant tried to unilaterally set a rule 2 weeks into us dating and got angry when I said I was willing to do a task but not have an established rule. Then a week later, this Dominant demanded more of my time. When I gave very specific, good reasons about my life being incredibly stressful for the next month or so, this Dominant told me I’m not a real submissive.

If a Dominant is going to insult your identity because you don’t follow rules you never agreed to, they can 100% fuck right off. Being a submissive is not about letting anyone with a D by their name walk all over you from the first moment they meet you. Anyone who expects that does not give a shit about who you are or what you need. They do not respect you. They will not take care of you.

Submissives have a right to boundaries, right up to the point that they freely and enthusiastically give control of those boundaries to their Dominants. Anger, instability, manipulation, and repeated overstepping are huge red flags in a Dominant. I won’t give my submission to just anyone, and I won’t give it to anyone who shows such entitlement and disregard for my boundaries. Especially early on. I know who I am. No one is going to make me question my submissive heart. Especially not someone so domineering and undeserving of my trust.

I’m sure this list is only the beginning. Please feel free to add to these with your own red flags.

~cherished property
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Happy Earth Day
Posted:Apr 22, 2019 7:01 am
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2019 10:56 am
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~Do Your Part, Make A Difference~
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The Hand of a Dominant
Posted:Apr 22, 2019 4:27 am
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2019 5:14 pm
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The hand of a Dominant is an extension of their heart, mind, and will. It is used to communicate with a broader range and often to greater effect than mere words alone. The hand of a Dom is employed to lead and guide, caress and massage, reassure and calm, tease and please, coax and lure, tie and torment, correct and punish. More is communicated by the look and touch of a Dom than most any collection of mere words could impart.

A Dominant is often of few words, yet the most competent among us are excellent communicators without exception. They not only know how to convey a point but also are fine-tuned receptors. They sense verbal and non-verbal cues in others more acutely and accurately than most. The oft portrayed image of the dispassionate and stoic Dominant, lording themselves over a submissive, commanding performance with barked orders, a sneer, and glare is far from reality. While many Doms may not necessarily be gregarious by nature they do not simply sit idly back. They survey and absorb all that is happening around them, take it in, read people and in so doing, hone their own communication skills.

Submissives often refer to their Dominants as mind readers because of the seemingly uncanny manner with which they anticipate and react to a sub’s unspoken thoughts or moods. Sometimes it seems as though the Dom is responding to feelings a submissive has not yet even acknowledged to themselves. There is no ESP involved here. A competent Dominant is simply well attuned to the non-verbal signals a submissive is sending, even when they are doing so unconsciously.

How is this possible?

When it comes to interpersonal communication, most people think of spoken words as the primary means of exchanging information, ideas, and feelings. But in fact, only seven percent of actual face-to-face communication exchange occurs in the form of words themselves. Remove the words entirely and more than ninety percent of all communication still exists in the form of vocal inflection and body language known as kinesics. Kinesics includes things like eye contact, facial expression, gestures, posture, touch, proximity, and poise.

Most good and competent Dominants have a natural and intuitive sense of kinesics. They are highly attuned to the body language of their submissive and perhaps more importantly have learned to use kinesics to appropriately respond in kind. For example, when a submissive is expressing defiance, a gentle but firm hand to the shoulder and an unwavering gaze is often all that is required to calm and bring them to their knees. When a submissive is feeling nervous or inadequate, gentle cupping of a cheek and a smile can bring peace and confidence. When a submissive is feeling sensually closed off, a fingertip traced slowly down the spine and a whispered, “Mine” can transform them into molten lustful lava. When a submissive is feeling playful or randy, hair firmly grasped, a hand placed to the throat, or a firm slap to the ass combined with a lecherous leer can snap them into a state of lathered submission ready for anything a Master has in mind. And of course, in extreme cases, the hand of a Dominant is there as an implement of correction and even punishment.

Ultimately the hand of a Dominant is employed to guide a submissive through and beyond the internal struggles they experience with surrender. This guidance is far subtler than many perceive. It is not about spankings and orgasms but rather about gently coaxing and luring a submissive onwards, navigating deftly past insecurities and obstacles to achieving their highest state of surrender. In so doing, a bond of love and respect is created that leaves the submissive powerless before their Dominant in adoration and desire.

So the hand of a good and competent Dominant is an extension of the loving guidance they provide to a submissive that allows them to be all they possibly can; their most submissive selves but also their most authentic selves. The hand of a Dominant cradles a submissive in protection and carefully places them on a pedestal and elevates their being to its highest state.

Rare and precious are these competent and caring Dominant hands and fortunate are those few to come under them.

Caption © For The Love of a Submissive, 2019
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Happy Easter
Posted:Apr 21, 2019 5:56 am
Last Updated:Apr 22, 2019 6:15 am
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~Hoping you all get something special in your basket.~
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Rainy Day Vinyl
Posted:Apr 20, 2019 5:23 am
Last Updated:Apr 20, 2019 7:04 pm
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~Women Who Rock~

* Duet ~ Rachael Yamagata ~ Elephants
* No More "I Love You's" ~ Annie Lennox~ Medusa
* Carrion ~ Fiona Apple ~ Tidal
* Time The Avenger ~ The Pretenders ~ Learning To Crawl
* Blackbird ~ Sarah McLachlan ~Rarities B-Side
* Across The Universe ~ Fiona Apple
* Cornflake Girl ~ Tori Amos ~ Under The Pink
* Way Over Yonder~ Carole King ~ Tapestry
* Consider This ~Anna Nalick~ Wreck Of The Day
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